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Early next day the two hunters paddled up the Moose River with a
good canoe, an outfit of groceries, and a small supply of ready cash.
"Good-bye, lad, good-bye! Come back again and ye'll find we
improve on acquaintance; an' don't forget I'm buying fur," was Si
Sylvanne's last word. And as they rounded the point, on the home
way, Rolf turned in the canoe, faced Quonab, and said: "Ye see
there are some good white men left;" but the Indian neither
blinked, nor moved, nor made a sound.
Chapter 48. Rolf's Lesson in Trailing
The return journey was hard paddling against strong waters, but
otherwise uneventful. Once over any trail is enough to fix it in
the memory of a woodman. They made no mistakes and their loads
were light, so the portages were scarcely any loss of time, and
in two days they were back at Hoag's cabin.
Of this they took possession. First, they gathered all things of
value, and that was little since the furs and bedding were gone,
but there were a few traps and some dishes. The stuff was made
in two packs; now it was an overland journey, so the canoe was
hidden in a cedar thicket, a quarter of a mile inland.
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