S/>ort in an Untom-Jict? America 



An Old Camp 



trees, and bare ground, this summer sled 

 proceeded ; and then, where the decayed 

 lumber road ended, and the country be- 

 came very rough, we said good-by to the 

 old teamster, and for fifty-seven days we 

 did not see a human face, nor the smoke of 

 another fire ; nor did we hear the sound 

 of a rifle-shot, except our own. The rest 

 of the journey to Little Southwest Lake, 

 sixty miles away, was made on foot as 

 indeed the whole journey from Boiestown 

 had been, after the first five miles. There 

 was no road. The experienced Braith- 



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