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another carry known as Abols — probably the short 

 for Aboljacknagesic— and at last I found myself at 

 the mouth of Katahdin brook, my point of departure 

 for the great mountain that looked down frowning 

 on me with its summit enveloped in clouds. I had 

 reached the end of my river journey, and as it was 

 but noon I decided to start that afternoon on my 

 uphiU march to the foot of the mountain. Leaving 

 the canoe on the beach and placing most of my 

 belongings inside the tent, I started off with a 

 pack containing what things were necessary, such 

 as food, sleeping bag, clothes and photographic 

 outfit, perhaps sixty-five pounds in all. 



The trail, which was newly blazed, showing that 

 someone had recently been there, led for a time 

 along Katahdin brook, then, branching off^, it went 

 up and down the thickly-wooded hills and swamps. 

 In most parts the trail was quite distinct and 

 therefore easy to follow, but the walking was 

 difficult, and before the first two miles had been 

 accomplished I discovered that my pack must be 

 lightened if I Avished to reach the end of my 

 eight-mile walk that night ; so, taking the heavy 

 waterproof canvas cover from my sleeping bag, I 

 put in it most of my ammunition and what clothes 

 I could spare ; these I cached beneath a large and 

 prominent rock and recommenced my journey 

 with the somewhat lightened pack. After walking 

 another mile or so I came to an old, deserted 

 lumber camp composed of four large log houses 

 in various states of dilapidation. Two grouse were 

 sunning themselves in the road, and a red squirrel 

 sat on a tree-stump and harshly asked why I 



