The perception and memory of locality and direction are developed to a degree that seems all but supernatural in a man who lives a trapper's life.
"Now, watch out!" said Gray to the man with the rope, as they passed what he thought to be the place.

But the drag did not touch anything.

Gray then went round and pulled at right angles across his former course, saying again, "Now, watch out!" as they passed the same spot.

The man who held the rope advised him to turn a little to the right, but Gray stuck to his own infallible instinct, and crossed and re-crossed the same point six times without success.
"You see," he remarked, "you kin come awful closte to a thing in the water and not tech it.

We ha'n't missed six foot nary time we passed thar.