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dom, neither two side by side; but Indian file, every step, 
which is the easiest as well. The leader takes his usual gait, 
picking his way over the old lumber roads, or through the 
clearest level chances on the route, and if he is thinking of 
future trips over the path, and that the toboggan may be 
needed to sled home his game, he avoids as much as possible 
all rough chances and sidling places, keeping to the levels, 
stepping heavy upon many a little hillock and winding around 
the tangled windfall, thereby laying out the road where a 
loaded toboggan would run smoothly without the annoyance 
of tipping over every few moments. Indian number two 
follows, stepping exactly where number one did not, which 
leaves the path well broken out for the third one (if coming 
on behind) who should not neglect his part, which is to finish 
up to a nicety the level road by treading down any promi- 
nence left behind. Like this was the path we made this 
clear, bright, breezy morning, from the door of the hunting- 
lodge to the white snow-ice upon the winding stream at the 
barren, where, standing upon the frozen river we looked over 
a pretty winter scene. Everywhere, far and near, was the 
pure white snow that shown brightly upon every little rise or 
hillock, where the late fleecy snow was blown from the shining 
crust by the wind. Pretty, it surely was; and even more, 
beautiful, because so secluded and so far away from the ever 
rushing, crushing struggle after the shining dollars, being 
situated in the heart of ‘‘God’s Country,” dotted here and 
there by clumps of leafless juniper and low, scrubby spruce, 
with scant dark foliage, yet all gay with their gray moss 
streamers trailing out with the breeze. 
Belts of evergreens and larger dark spruce, looking warm 
and cosy upon their sunny side (where, sometimes, and 
