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come in the early morning, I attempted to 

 cut across through unbroken forest without 

 TfuAtaeem (g^ a compass. Traveling through a northern 

 ^y^^i-'^te forest in summer is desperately hard work. 

 , ^,, The moss is ankle deep, the underbrush 

 1^^ thick; fallen logs lie across each other in 

 "^^ hopeless confusion, through and under and 

 over which one must make his laborious 

 way, stung and pestered by hordes of black 

 flies and mosquitoes. So that, unlesg you 

 have a strong instinct of direction, it is 

 almost impossible to hold your course with- 

 out a compass, or a bright sun, to guide you. 

 I had not gone half the distance before I 

 was astray. The sun was long obscured, and 

 a drizzling rain set in, without any direction 

 whatever in.it by the time it reached the 

 underbrush where I was. I had begun to 

 make a little shelter, intending to put in a 

 cheerless night there, when I heard a cry 

 and, looking up, caught a glimpse of Huk- 

 weem speeding high over the tree-tops. Far 

 down on my right came a faint answering 

 cry, and I hastened in its direction, making 

 an Indian compass of broken twigs as I went 



