She
will hang round half a mile away and by night all will be
together."
Their first bear hunt was over. Not a shot fired, not a bear
wounded, not a mile travelled, and not an hour lost. And yet it
seemed much more full of interesting thrills than did any one of
the many stirring bear hunts that Rolf and Quonab shared together
in the days that were to come.
Chapter 19. The Footprint on the Shore
Jesup's River was a tranquil stream that came from a region of
swamps, and would have been easy canoeing but for the fallen
trees. Some of these had been cut years ago, showing that the
old trapper had used this route. Once they were unpleasantly
surprised by seeing a fresh chopping on the bank, but their
mourning was changed into joy when they found it was beaver-work.
Ten miles they made that day. In the evening they camped on the
shore of Jesup's Lake, proud and happy in the belief that they
were the rightful owners of it all. That night they heard again
and again the howling of wolves, but it seemed on the far side of
the lake. In the morning they went out on foot to explore, and
at once had the joy of seeing five deer, while tracks showed on
every side.
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