conductor at the Grand Central Station in New York.

The portage between the lakes was an easy one and, as I have said,
well defined, and we reached the farther shore of the second lake
early in the afternoon. Here we found an old Indian camping ground
covering several acres. It had evidently been at one time a general
rendezvous of the Indians hunting in this section, as was indicated by
the large number of wigwams that had been pitched here. That was a
long while ago, however, for the old poles were so decayed that they
fell into pieces when we attempted to pick them up.

There was no sign of a trail leading from the old camp ground, and I
sent Pete and Richards to circle the bush and endeavor to locate one
that I knew was somewhere about, while I fished and Stanton and Duncan
prepared an early supper. A little later the two men returned,
unsuccessful in their quest. They had seen two or three trails, any
of which might be our trail. Of course but one of them _could_ be the
right one.

This report was both perplexing and annoying, for I did not wish to
follow for several days a wrong route and then discover the error when
much valuable time had been lost.

I therefore decided that we must be sure of our position before
proceeding, and early the following morning dispatched Richards and
Pete on a scouting expedition to a high hill some distance to the
northeast that they might, from that view-point, note the general
contour of the land and the location of any visible chain of lakes
leading to the northwest through which the Indian trail might pass,
and then endeavor to pick up the trail from one of these lakes, noting