. The call of the West -letters from British Columbia . blockingthe way, and our packs are very heavy. Thereare footsteps in the snow—two men have passedahead of us recently—and presently we come acrossthe remains of a fire, the embers still hot. At last, just as it is getting dusk, we come to aclearance, and our hearts leap with joy. The ranchat last ! But we are not there yet; it is a clearancebelonging to the ranch, but there is no cabin on it,and we continue another mile along the trail. Thenwe come to a large open space, and there, sureenough, is the cabin. The trail skirts a rail fence,a
. The call of the West -letters from British Columbia . blockingthe way, and our packs are very heavy. Thereare footsteps in the snow—two men have passedahead of us recently—and presently we come acrossthe remains of a fire, the embers still hot. At last, just as it is getting dusk, we come to aclearance, and our hearts leap with joy. The ranchat last ! But we are not there yet; it is a clearancebelonging to the ranch, but there is no cabin on it,and we continue another mile along the trail. Thenwe come to a large open space, and there, sureenough, is the cabin. The trail skirts a rail fence,and when we come to the gate we tumble overeach other in our haste to get through and on to thelittle log cabin. But when we get there a bitter disappointmentawaits us ; the door is securely fastened, and thereis no stove-pipe appearing above the roof, sothat, even if we did break in, we couldnt lighta fire. What a blow, after looking forward throughoutthe long, weary day to a warm place to sleep in atnight! Moreover, there is no dry wood anywhere. SUNDAY l\ C VMl.
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