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lake. On the old lumber operations, notice this, that very 
few logs are ever hauled up hill. See the scarf upon the 
stump, ‘‘the tree fell that way,” you say. Exactly, and 
there are some remains of the top to prove it. Now they 
twitched it out over this short branch road, or path like, to 
the main road; then it was loaded on the sled and went down 
the road to landing on lake or river, perhaps right by the 
camp door. From here you can find their tote, or supply 
road, which you will recognize after following a little way. 
It is quite different from the logging road which must be 
wide, well cleaned out, free from stumps, usually straight, 
pretty level or down grade, in order to haul such large loads 
of logs as they always do. 
The supply road is narrow, perhaps running up and down 
hills and over humpy cradle knowls, in many places crooks 
and quick turns. Often in its turns a tree is left that should 
have been cut out, now showing many a rub from the whip- 
pletrees in passing. Nearly always grown up in many places 
to grass and clover, with a scattering bunch of oats, all of 
which take root and grow from scattering seeds, falling from 
loads of provender hauled to the camp. This leads you 
eventually to the main travelled highway. 
