The untended, unguarded fire may spread devastation and ruin, following with angry freedom the marching feet of those who builded it.
"Yes, you've got to put out your fires when you quit the bivouac," continued Ingolby aloud, as he gazed ahead of him through the opening greenery, beyond which lay Gabriel Druse's home.

Where he was the woods were thick, and here and there on either side it was almost impenetrable.

Few people ever came through this wood.

It belonged in greater part to Gabriel Druse, and in lesser part to the Hudson's Bay Company and the Government; and as the land was not valuable till it was cleared, and there was plenty of prairie land to be had, from which neither stick nor stump must be removed, these woods were very lonely.
Occasionally a trapper or a sportsman wandered through them, but just here where Ingolby was none ever loitered.

It was too thick for game, there was no roadway leading anywhere, but only an overgrown path, used in the old days by Indians.