All of the skidways had to be placed on the edges of the islands themselves, and the logs had to be travoyed over the steep little knolls.

A single misstep out on to the plain meant a mired horse.
Three times heavy snows obliterated the roads, so that they had to be ploughed out before the men could go to work again.

It was a struggle.
Radway was evidently worried.

He often paused before a gang to inquire how they were "making it." He seemed afraid they might wish to quit, which was indeed the case, but he should never have taken before them any attitude but that of absolute confidence in their intentions.

His anxiety was natural, however.