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trees, and bare ground, this summer sled 

 proceeded ; and then, where the decayed 

 lumber road ended, and the country be- 

 came very rough, we said good-by to the 

 old teamster, and for fifty-seven days we 

 did not see a human face, nor the smoke of 

 another fire ; nor did we hear the sound 

 of a rifle-shot, except our own. The rest 

 of the journey to Little Southwest Lake, 

 sixty miles away, was made on foot — as 

 indeed the whole journey from Boiestown 

 had been, after the first five miles. There 

 was no road. The experienced Braith- 



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