The
trail, at first so plainly marked, had, as a famous woodsman has said,
"petered out into a squirrel track, run up a tree and disappeared into
a knothole." On every side were almost barren rocks, though below and
further to the east the mountain vegetation showed thick and green,
dropping away into ravines here and there, the surface being more
uneven than anything they had yet encountered on this particular
mountain. Still further below, the mountainside appeared to be quite
heavily wooded.
"I believe we should look into that," said Harriet, indicating the
lower part that was covered with green. "We may find some clue to the
whereabouts of our guide."
"We might get lost there," answered the guardian.
"But--we have only to go down. We can't possibly get lost if we do
that. Going down will lead us to the foot of the mountain, and out
into the open once more," urged Harriet. The guardian smiled.
"How silly of me not to have thought of that. I am beginning to think
that my pupil knows more about outdoor life and woodcraft than I ever
dreamed. If you think best, Harriet, we will look down there.
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