Take the right-hand trail.

Better trot up a bit, if you want to make camp before dark." Wade soon entered the spruce forest.

Then he came to a shallow, roaring river.

The horses drank the water, foaming white and amber around their knees, and then with splash and thump they forded it over the slippery rocks.

As they cracked out upon the trail a covey of grouse whirred up into the low branches of spruce-trees.