Now and then Joe would halt to examine an old blaze on a tree, occasionally making a new blaze with her short-handled woodsman's axe on the opposite side of the tree so that, upon returning along that trail, the new blaze might be easily seen.
"I fear that I was not born with a woodsman's sense," complained Anne.
"No one is.

That is why a woodsman blazes trees," answered Tom.

"I do not know whether you people are familiar with 'blazes.' Grace knows something about them." "The only 'blaze' I know anything about is the blaze I make when I try to start a cook fire," laughed Hippy.
"You will need more knowledge than that if you stray a hundred yards from camp in the Pineries," replied Tom as they rode along.

"A blaze is made by a single downward stroke of the axe, the object being to expose a good-sized spot of the whitish sapwood, which, set in the dark framework of the bark, is a staring mark that is certain to attract attention." "Yes, but suppose the traveler tries to find the trail a year or so later ?" questioned the practical Elfreda.

"Hasn't it grown up so high that he can't see it ?" "No.