The creek came at length to an extensive, open, hardwood bush, and here it was joined by another stream that came from the south, the two making a small river.

From then on they seemed in a land of game; trails of deer were seen on the ground everywhere, and every few minutes they started one or two deer.

The shady oak wood itself was flanked and varied with dense cedar swamps such as the deer love to winter in, and after they had tramped through two miles of it, the Indian said, "Good! now we know where to come in winter when we need meat." At a broad, muddy ford they passed an amazing number of tracks, mostly deer, but a few of panther, lynx, fisher, wolf, otter, and mink.
In the afternoon they reached the lake.

The stream, quite a broad one here, emptied in about four miles south of the camp.

Leaving a deadfall near its mouth they followed the shore and made a log trap every quarter mile just above the high water mark.
When they reached the place of Rolf's first deer they turned aside to see it.