26 THE LOG OF A TIMBER CRUISER 
alidade base, which ran in a direction exactly paral- 
lel to the sights of the instrument, as a guide, and 
removed the instrument. There, as plain as lead 
could make it, was our first shot—made, plotted, and 
drawn. It wasn’t a very long one, but it seemed 
rather wonderful to us. We did nothing like this 
that first day. Our progress all told, I believe, was 
scarcely a mile. The campaign, though, was at last 
under way, we were at work and learning, and every 
one was cheerful, confident, and in the very best of 
spirits. 
