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ground rough and steep, and I could not tell where I 

 was. I searched about for some landmark, but it was 

 almost dark, and after trying in vain, and having a heavy 

 overcoat with me, but no matches, I was about to crawl 

 under the roots of a dead tree and make the best of it, 

 when I heard somebody shouting in the distance. 



" There is no mistake, but I was glad, and sung out 

 back, and clambered over the trees and stones toward 

 the voice ; but what was my surprise, on approaching, 

 to see our own team, and one of the boys driving. They 

 had no intention of hauling another log, and must have 

 been foolish to think of it in that snow ; but, stranger 

 than all, when I called, did not stop or take any notice. 

 To tell the truth, I began to feel mighty queer, especially 

 as the driver was shaped uncommon like Sam, and I 

 suddenly remembered that it was that night a month ago 

 when he hauled his last stick of timber. I followed 

 slowly along^ and never said a word ; the driver, whoever 

 he was, was riding on the log, and now and then his 

 voice shouted out what sounded in the storm mighty like 

 a curse. Suddenly the drag struck a stump, the horses 

 made a spring, the log started, the driver tried to jump, 

 but slipped, and the log fell on him with crushing force. 

 There was an awful shriek in the next blast that drove a 

 shower of snow in my eyes, and when I looked again, 

 horses, log and man were gone. I knew well enough 

 where I was then, and did not take long to reach the 

 camp,' when the boys hardly knew me, I was so white 

 and dazed like." 



" Let ub see," said Abraham, holding his chin in a 

 thoughtful way; " it was after that you swore off liquor?" 



