Both were young, and physically vigorous, but both displayed the same vacillating and awkward disinclination to direct effort.

They continued thus half a mile apart unconscious of each other, until the superior faculties of the brute warned him of the contiguity of aggressive civilization, and he cantered off suddenly to the right, fully five minutes before the barking of dogs caused the man to make a detour to the left to avoid entrance upon a cultivated domain that lay before him.
The trail he took led to one of the scant water-courses that issued, half spent, from the canada, to fade out utterly on the hot June plain.
It was thickly bordered with willows and alders, that made an arbored and feasible path through the dense woods and undergrowth.

He continued along it as if aimlessly; stopping from time to time to look at different objects in a dull mechanical fashion, as if rather to prolong his useless hours, than from any curious instinct, and to occasionally dip in the unfrequent pools of water the few crusts of bread he had taken from his pocket.

Even this appeared to be suggested more by coincidence of material in the bread and water, than from the promptings of hunger.

At last he reached a cup-like hollow in the hills lined with wild clover and thick with resinous odors.