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tance just before night, and, coming back, said, “ Me found 
great treasure — fifty, sixty dollars worth.” “ What ’s 
that ? ” we asked. 66 Steel traps, under a log, thirty or 
forty, I did n’t count ’em. I guess Indian work — worth 
three dollars apiece.” It was a singular coincidence that 
he should have chanced to walk to and look under that 
particular log, in that trackless forest. 
I saw chivin and chub in the stream when washing 
my hands, but my companion tried in vain to catch them. 
I also heard the sound of bull-frogs from a swamp on the 
opposite side, thinking at first that they were moose ; a 
duck paddled swiftly by; and sitting in that dusky wilder¬ 
ness, under that dark mountain, by the bright river which 
was full of reflected light, still I heard the wood-thrush 
sing, as if no higher civilization could be attained. By 
this time the night was upon us. 
You commonly make your camp just at sundown, and 
are collecting wood, getting your supper, or pitching your 
tent while the shades of night are gathering around and 
adding to the already dense gloom of the forest. You 
have no time to explore or look around you before it is 
dark. You may penetrate half a dozen rods farther into 
that twilight wilderness, after some dry bark to kindle 
your fire with, and wonder what mysteries lie hidden still 
deeper in it, say at the end of a long day’s walk; or 
you may run down to the shore for a dipper of water, and 
get a clearer view for a short distance up or down the 
stream, and while you stand there, see a fish leap, or duck 
alight in the river, or hear a wood-thrush or robin sing 
in the woods. That is as if you had been to town or 
civilized parts. But there is no sauntering off to see 
the country, and ten or fifteen rods seems £ great way 
from your companions, and you come back with the air 
