But changing oftener at the oars they still made good headway.

The ranges, dark green on the lower slopes, but blue on the higher ridges beyond them, slowly came nearer.

Late in the afternoon they entered the hills, and when night came they had left the lowlands several miles behind.
They tied up to a great beech growing almost at the water's edge, and made their camp on the ground.

Harry's deer did not come that night, but it did on the following one.

Then Jarvis and he after supper went about a mile up the stream, stalking the best drinking places, and they saw a fine buck come gingerly to the river.