Shortly beyond the town, the road turned, for a moment, into the river, and after passing for a few rods in the river-bed, struck up again onto the bank.
At this place we made a fatal blunder.

When the road went down into the river, supposing that we were about to ford, we kept straight across the stream.

Finding a road upon the other side we had no suspicion but what we were going well and travelled onward.

For a long time we found trails of varying degree of badness.

Sometimes the branches formed a complete tangle which, even in the daytime, would have required careful watching.
As it was, the faces of the party were well scratched with thorns.
Sometimes, we seemed to be on a good road; at others, we had hardly found a trail.