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district. Poor Carlo's eyelids were swollen by the bites 
of the ravenous little insects so that he could hardly see. 
Not more than eight miles had been traversed when Mr. 
Button began to look about for a camping-place for the 
night. A clump of boulders, exquisitely draped with 
ferns, showed itself above the desolate tract of white 
trees, about half a league ahead. 
Upon its summit was a little grove of spruces, fresh and 
green, a refreshing sight in the midst of such dreary 
wastes of dead timber. Toward this knoll they pressed, 
gaining strength at the sight, like horses headed for 
home. 
As they advanced, the passage of the fallen trees actu- 
ally became less arduous. No one noticed this, however, 
until Teddy exclaimed : — 
" Faith, isn't it good, then, to git into a rale path ag'in ! 
Sure, I'd forgotten the looks o' wan, I had." 
By a simultaneous impulse the whole train halted in 
their tracks, and looked at the young Hibernian as if he 
were crazy. 
• " I said it's a path we're in," he reaffirmed, stoutly. 
If ye don't belave it, look fer yerselves. D'yer see the 
branches broken off, jest bey ant ? 
Again, as one man, they looked at the point indicated, 
and then at the ground at their feet. Teddy was right 
this time. They had struck, without knowing it, a trail 
— unmistakable, though faint. 
" The question is," said Mr. Button, breaking the 
