"All the Bay folk and Injuns uses small axes when they travels, and this cuttin' were done with big uns!" Looking about the rock he found other evidences that the campers had been strangers to the country.

There was a piece of a Halifax newspaper, an empty bottle, and a small tin can containing matches.
The box of matches he put into his pocket.

They had been lost or overlooked, and no hunter of the Bay or Indian would ever have been guilty of such carelessness.

Of this Jamie had no question.
"'Tis sure the rock the writin' tells about," he commented.
Jamie looked a little farther, and then suddenly realizing that he should not wait too long before calling, shouted lustily: "Seth, I finds un! Seth! Seth! I finds the rock!" He waited a moment for Seth's answering call, but there was no response.

A much longer time had elapsed during Jamie's examination of the rock and the surroundings than he realized, and in the meantime Seth and the others had passed on, and Seth was now in a deeply wooded gully where Jamie's shouts failed to reach him.
"Seth! Seth! I finds un! I finds the place!" he shouted again, but still there was no response from Seth.
"I'm thinkin' now Seth has gone too far to hear," said Jamie to himself.