It is one of the most pleasing characteristics
of our native thickets that they never rise abruptly
Always they shade off through cushionlike copses of
smaller growth into the level ground around.
The sun was sinking. I knew a mile or less further north
I should have to turn west in order to avoid rough roads
straight ahead. That meant doubling up, because some
fifteen miles or so north I should have to turn east
again, my goal being east of my starting place. These
fifteen or sixteen miles of the northward road I did not
know; so I was anxious to make them while I could see.
I looked at the moon--I could count on some light from
her for an hour or so after sundown. But although I knew
the last ten or twelve miles of my drive fairly well, I
was also aware of the fact that there were in it tricky
spots--forkings of mere trails in muskeg bush--where
leaving the beaten log-track might mean as much as being
lost. So I looked at my watch again and shook the lines
over Peter's back. The first six miles had taken me nearly
fifty minutes. I looked at the sun again, rather anxiously
I could count on him for another hour and a quarter--well
and good then!
There was the turn.
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