To the east I had, while pondering over the beautiful
wilderness, passed a fine bluff of stately poplars that
stood like green gold in the evening sun. They sheltered
apparently, though at a considerable distance, another
farmhouse; for a road led along their southern edge,
lined with telephone posts. A large flock of sheep was
grazing between the bluff and the trail, the most
appropriate kind of stock for this particular landscape.
While looking back at them, I noticed a curious trifle.
The fence along my road had good cedar posts, placed
about fifteen feet apart. But at one point there were
two posts where one would have done. The wire, in fact,
was not fastened at all to the supernumerary one, and
yet this useless post was strongly braced by two stout,
slanting poles. A mere nothing, which I mention only
because it was destined to be an important landmark for
me on future drives.
We drove on. At the next mile-corner all signs of human
habitation ceased. I had now on both sides that same
virgin ground which I have described above. Only here it
was interspersed with occasional thickets of young
aspen-boles.
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