manent habitation ahead; camps there are, abandoned 

 sawmill sites, and an occasional shack where a ranger 

 may lodge for a day or two, or a squatter squat for a 

 fraction of his irresponsible life, but no permanent set- 

 tlement. The road roughens with every step, on brick 

 hill it becomes impassable for even Fords, on at Pine 

 Mountain it seems impassable for a wagon. 



And so, breathless we come to the top of Pine Moun- 

 tain, to the top o' the world and stand where Jim Ge- 

 seek stood years ago. But we do not see now what he 

 saw then. The lumberman and the forest fire have 

 changed things. We get a magnificent view from the 

 United States Forest Service tower, but the hand of 

 man is too evident and we hurry on. On to Brule 

 Mountain and down to the famous South Brule, the 

 home of the moose, and tthe gate of the Great Beyond. 

 At the state ranger cabin we cast down our weary 

 packs, eat our supper with an appetite we have seldom 

 known before, and are soon dreaming of the trail of 

 tomorrow. So endeth the first day. 



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