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Title: Camp and trail
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: White, Stewart Edward, 1873-1946
Subjects: Camping
Publisher: New York, The Outing publishing company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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a tree, then proceeded to elevateone hind leg by means of a rope thrown overa limb. Why he did not simply blindfold 15 Fire CAMP AND TRAIL the animal no one could tell. We lookedforward with some joy to the throwing ofthe pack-hitches.A Forest But at this moment a Ranger dashed up with news of a forest fire over in the RockCreek country. The Rangers present imme-diately scattered for their saddle horses,while I took a pack and went in search ofsupplies. Shortly after one oclock I was organized,and departed on the trail of the Rangers.They had struck over the ridge, and downthe other side of the mountains. Theirtracks were easy to follow, and once atopthe divide I could see the flames and smokeof the fire over the next mountain system.Desiring to arrive before dark, I pushedahead as rapidly as possible. About halfway down the mountain I made out dustahead. A messenger coming back for some-thing, thought I. In ten minutes I was stricken dumb toovertake the Jones party plodding trust- 16
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On the Trail THE WILDERNESS TRAVELER ingly along in the tracks made by theRangers. Well, I greeted them, what are youdoing over here? A little off your beat,arent you? The members of the party glanced ateach other, while Jones turned a dull red. Wrong trail, eh? said he easily; wheredoes this one go to? Why, this isnt a trail! I cried. Cant jonesandyou see its just fresh tracks made since * ^morning? This will take you to the fire,and thats about all. Your trail is miles tothe north of here. For the moment he was crushed. It wasnow too late to think of going back; a shortcut was impossible on account of the natureof the country. Finally I gave him a direc-tion which would cut another trail—notwhere he had intended to go, but at leastleading to horse feed. Then I bade himfarewell, and rode on to the fire. Long after dark, when hunting for theplace the boys had camped, I met that 17 CAMP AND TRAIL deluded outfit moving supperless, homeless,lost, like ghosts in the glow of the fire lin

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