120 THE SPORTSMAN'S PARADISE; 



complained that darkness had so soon cut short his 

 sport. 



He was now compelled to walk in the centre of the road, 

 by the side of the author. Onward they trudged while the 

 twilight was rapidly disappearing. The rumbling sounds 

 of the wagon were occasionally heard in our rear, while the 

 guides were aiding our youthful driver. The stars had be- 

 come visible, but the moon had not condescended to make 

 her appearance. 



Large trees stood in close proximity to the wagon-path. 

 Some had fallen across it. The woodman's axe had in 

 some cases cut its way through the trunk of the fallen 

 giant of the forest, while the hardy son of toil had rolled 

 the obstruction to one side to allow a vehicle to pass. In 

 other instances the fallen trunk, being somewhat smaller, 

 had not been removed, and the driver was compelled to 

 pass over it, or if the condition of the ground at this point 

 was favorable, a road would be made around the obstruc- 

 tion, while in those cases where a tree had fallen since the 

 last vehicle had passed, the driver was left to solve the 

 question in accordance with his own judgment. 



Another troublesome condition arose from the frequent 

 intersection of this road by the so-called "log roads," 

 roads cut for the purpose of removing the white pine mill- 

 logs which had been recently cut in this section. These 

 roads resembled greatly the one on which we were now 

 travelling, and consequently, in the existing darkness, we 

 found ourselves wandering off into these by-roads. In 

 order to avoid as far as possible this annoyance, the photog- 

 rapher, George Ross, and myself kept in advance, lighting 



