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amination showed that with much lifting and 

 numerous detours there was a way through this 

 except at four places, at which the logs that 

 blocked the way were so heavy that they could 

 not be moved. Without tools the only way to 

 attack this confusion of log-masses was with 

 fire. In a short time the first of these piles was 

 ablaze. As I stepped back to rub my smoke- 

 filled eyes, a neigh came echoing to me from the 

 side canon below. 



Cricket had become lonesome and was try- 

 ing to follow me. Reared in the mountains, she 

 was accustomed to making her way through ex- 

 tremely rugged places, over rocks and fallen 

 trees. Going to the rim of the canon, I looked 

 down upon her. There she stood on a smoothly 

 glaciated point, a splendid statue of alertness. 

 When I called to her she responded with a 

 whinny and at once started to climb up toward 

 me. Coaching her up the steep places and 

 along narrow ledges, I got her at last to the 

 burning log obstruction. Here several minutes 

 of wrestling with burning log-ends opened a way 

 for her. 



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