It wasn't much of trail and I guess a fellow couldn't follow it if he wasn't a scout.

It was all thick woods like a jungle kind of, and I could see where branches had been broken by somebody that passed there.

Pretty soon it began to get swampy and there wasn't any more trail at all.
Illustration #2 "A map" As long as there's any sign of a trail you can't get me rattled, but cracky, I don't like marshes.

You can get lost in a marsh easier than in any other place.

Pretty soon I was plodding around deeper than my knees and it gave me a strain every time I dragged my leg out of the swamp.