Trail and Camp-Fire 



back to the shore, partly obliterated by the 

 wide trail of the object he had dragged along. 

 Off the lake and another climb, stiff as the 

 first, but shorter, three-quarters of a mile 

 through heavy forest, and then Lac Long, head 

 of the waters we had followed. As its name 

 implies, it is a long and narrow lake, through 

 which we passed, and here we saw tracks of 

 caribou — made before yesterday's snow, how- 

 ever, so that they were not of great interest to 

 us. Another short stretch of woodland, and 

 we came to Lac aux Truites. This was Sinta- 

 maskin water, and here for the first time we 

 saw the pine in any quantity. Opposite us, 

 about half a mile away, the eastern shore rose 

 abruptly in a bold cliff, and upon its brow and 

 on every ledge and projection of its face the 

 pines stood in rows, their green plumes clear 

 and beautiful against the blue of a cloudless 

 sky. The cliff extended to the north, past the 

 lake, and formed one wall of a ravine through 

 which the outlet flowed ; down this we went 

 toward the object of our journey, a mile 

 away — down a short way, then along a level 

 stretch. The forest was heavy — here and 

 there a big pine, many tall spruces, and mas- 

 sive, splendid gray birches, whose rough bark, 



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