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had set in and we decided to remain where we 

 were for the day. 



The river was now simply alive with hump- 

 backed salmon and dozens were lying dead on 

 the banks. Bear marks were numerous, but 

 the dense undergrowth rendered any chance 

 of seeing one remote. " Nigger " was revelling 

 in his pursuit of fish and repeatedly dashed 

 into the shallows which were boiling with 

 salmon struggling up stream, bringing out a 

 fish each time, one must have been about six 

 pounds. On the march " Dick " had come on 

 the fresh track of two wolves and promptly 

 started after them. He gave us some anxiety 

 for the half -hour he was away, for with all his 

 pluck, he would have had a poor chance if he 

 had come up with them. I suppose it was the 

 deserted hut which recalled to Lansdown's 

 mind a grim tale of a trapper's fate. 



The man had started out from civilization 

 on his usual winter expedition. Spring came 

 and he failed to return, but this did not cause 

 any anxiety as trappers lead a nomadic life, 

 and it was thought he might have pushed 

 further than he intended or found some speci- 

 ally good hunting ground. Two years passed 

 and his existence had been practically for- 

 gotten, when a party cruising the woods for 

 timber came on a log hut in a lonely part of 



