CHAPTER XV 
Leave Kenai for the Lake—Wild Berries—Dawson’s Hut— 
Blazing a Trail—White Sheep—Bear Trails—Sand-hill Cranes 
—My first Moose—Fox Farms—The Lone Trail. 
The trails of the world be countless, and most of the trails be tried ; 
You tread on the heels of the many, till you come where the ways 
divide. 
R. W. Service. 
T last we got away. Hunter was doubt- 
ful if we should get up the river at 
all, as, owing to the heavy rainfall, 
it had become in a chronic state of flood. 
The method we adopted was to tow the boats 
with a long rope, the Indians keeping to the 
shallows and the bits of stony strand. I had 
engaged eight Indians to accompany me to the 
lake, if I could get there, five of whom I then 
proposed to send back, keeping three with me. 
The big boat Wetherbee had provided was 
packed a day or so in advance, and there re- 
mained but Hunter’s own small craft and the 
two bidarkis to see to, and we could start 
immediately. 
This Kenai River is about sixty miles long, 
and for the first seven or eight miles of the 
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