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. 



A 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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