tightening some ropes on the load 

 discovered that a big brown canvas 

 roll was missing. He told the Cook 

 to drive on, that the road was plain 

 and not more than three miles far- 

 ther, while he would run the back 

 trail. He said he thought the 

 bundle must have worked loose 

 while crossing that stretch of 

 corduroy in the swamp. "It's 

 a wonder a feller kept teeth in 

 his head, let alone bundles on 

 a wagon," and with that he had 

 departed. 



The Cook, on a strange rough road 

 with strange horses (canoemen sel- 

 dom know much about horses), soon 

 decided he had had enough, and 

 taking advantage of a little meadow 

 he had picketed the tired beasts and 

 left them to feed as best they could, 

 while he set out for the cabin. Dark- 

 ness soon obliterated the occasional 

 blazing on a tree that marked the 

 road, and he had the prospect of 

 wandering about all night, within 

 half a mile of us, when the gunshots 

 enabled him to get his bearings. 



At daybreak George and Arthur 

 went for the wagon and returned 



