Not a vestige of the camp was left.

Logs lay about everywhere, some almost standing on end.

Young trees were broken off short, bushes laid flat as if a tornado had swept over the scene, and here and there the trunks of giant trees were scarred where the bark had been torn off by logs coming in contact with them.
"Think what might have happened to us had we not got out in time," murmured Anne.
"We should have been mashed flat," agreed Emma.

"How terrible!" "That is what comes from listening to the voice of nature," chuckled Hippy.
"Here are some of our provisions," called Grace, who had been clambering over the logs, peering under them and feeling about among the pine cones.

She uncovered a dozen or so cans of food, all dented, some mashed out flat, and while she was doing this Elfreda discovered some badly battered mess kits.
Hippy salvaged a chunk of bacon on the river bank, and others found widely scattered remnants of their supplies, including some that had been swept into the river which had not floated away.
"This will keep us going until we can replenish our larder," finally announced Grace.