intended, I followed, hoping to trace and trail 

 them to the house, or find them en route. From 

 the spot where they were cut, they had evidently 

 been rolled down a steep, grassy seventy-foot 

 slope, at the bottom of this dragged an equal dis- 

 tance over a level stretch among some lodgepole 

 pines, and then pushed or dragged along a nar- 

 row runway that had been cut through a rank 

 growth of willows. Once through the willows, 

 they were pushed into the uppermost pond. They 

 were taken across this, forced over the dam on 

 the opposite side, and shot down a slide into the 

 pond which contained the smaller house. Only 

 forty-eight hours before, the little logs which I 

 was following were in a tree, and now I expected 

 to find them by this house. It was good work to 

 have got them here so quickly, I thought. But 

 no logs could be found by the house or in the 

 pond! The folks at this place had not yet laid 

 up anything for winter. The logs must have gone 

 farther. 



On the opposite side of this pond I found where 

 the logs had been dragged across the broad dam 

 and then heaved into a long, wet slide which 



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