For still another two hours Thor led Muskwa on that tiresome jaunt into the north.

They had travelled a good twenty miles since leaving the Bighorn Highway, and to the little tan-faced cub those twenty miles were like a journey around the world.

Ordinarily he would not have gone that far away from his birthplace until his second year, and very possibly his third.
Not once in this hike down the valley had Thor wasted time on the mountain slopes.

He had picked out the easiest trails along the creek.

Three or four miles below the pool where they had left the old bear he suddenly changed this procedure by swinging due westward, and a little later they were once more climbing a mountain.