his tracks by leaping among fallen timbers and 

 bushes, and at last made a leap into his first trail 

 by the bowlder, where he made many tracks in the 

 snow. Along this old trail he traveled east again 

 a short distance, stepping precisely in his former 

 footprints. 



Out of this trail he leaped upon the top of a low, 

 snowless bowlder on the right, and from this upon 

 another bowlder. He walked along a bare fallen 

 log. Here I must have searched more than two 

 hours before detecting two or three broken sticks, 

 which gave me a clew to the direction he had taken. 

 From the log he walked upon a cross log and then 

 plunged through fifty or sixty feet of thicket which 

 showed no trail. From where he had emerged on 

 the farther side of the thicket there was little by 

 which to trace him for the next quarter of a mile. 

 He zigzagged over fallen logs and leaped upon 

 snowless bowlders until he came to a tree leaning 

 against a cliff. Up this tree he walked to a ledge, 

 where, fortunately, there was a little snow which 

 recorded his track. He followed the ledge to the top 

 of the cliff and, leaving this, ran for four or five 

 miles. It took me twenty-four hours to unravel the 

 various tangles, and I finally gave up the idea of 



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