Not far from the brook, and a hundred feet back from the shore, they pitched their tents in the shelter of the spruce forest where the camp would be well protected from winds and storms.
While the others set up the sheet-iron stoves in the three tents and broke spruce boughs and laid the bough beds, David, Micah, and Lige volunteered to cut wood.
"There's some fine dry wood just to the east'ard and close to shore," suggested David, as they picked up their axes.

"It's right handy." A dozen yards from the camp David suddenly stopped and exclaimed: "What's that now ?" On a great sloping rock close to the shore, but hidden by a jutting point from the place where they had landed, was a recently made cairn of boulders capped by a large flat stone.
"Somebody's been here!" said David as they hurried forward to examine the cairn.
"'Tis wonderful strange to pile stones that way," said Micah.

"'Tis new made, too." "Maybe it's a cache," suggested Lige, "but it's a rare small un.

Look and see.

'Tis a strange place for a cache!" David lifted the flat stone from the top and discovered beneath it a small tin can.