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watch, and having attained the top of the ridge, I sat 

 down and rested and listened for fifteen minutes, but 

 heard nothing. 



Striking out again I was surprised to find myself 

 going down on the opposite side of the ridge. This I 

 knew would take me to a different watershed, so my 

 steps were retraced until the resting place again came 

 in sight. 



Another road was taken and this seemed to be the 

 genuine tote-road. It was wide, the bottom was cov- 

 ered with grass and it was a pleasant road to walk in. 

 There were, however, two blazed spots on the trees 

 where there should have been three. I walked over a 

 mile upon it, and it abruptly came to an end. 



Another retreat to the resting place was now neces- 

 sary. A road bearing more to the left I took next. 

 This ran but a half mile or more and that was the end 

 of it. 



I now knew that I was lost, that I must have been 

 put on the wrong road, or strayed from the right road 

 in some way. 



Back again I went to the log where the trouble had 

 commenced and there was but one more road in sight 

 and that was a road whose entrance was almost hidden 

 by young firs that grew upon each side and met at 

 the top, making of it a sort of arboreal avenue. 



Entering this pathway the first thing that I saw was 

 an old logging yard with the logs still lying on the 



