For the most part, however, there was nothing to examine except timber, and that of little value.

"Plenty of firewood," was his only comment as he went on.

Beyond the belt of wood, however, he came upon a clear space bordering the creek, and strewed with decayed fish, fragments of old nets, and broken pieces of wood--traces of the use to which the Indians were in the habit of putting it.

A small hut stood just in the shelter of the bush, but it was empty, and the whole place had the look of being not inhabited, but only visited occasionally for fishing.
A rough cart-track led past the hut and towards the mouth of the creek.
Along this Doctor Morton turned, and soon came in sight of the log-house which Clarkson had built upon the very best corner of the land.

It was by no means an uncomfortable-looking dwelling.