He had come out from the cedars, like this, on the afternoon that he had gone to hunt and had found Minnetaki's trail.

A mile away he saw the snow-covered ridge where he had hunted for moose.
That ridge was his first guide, and he hurried toward it while Mukoki and Wabigoon followed far behind him with the dogs and the sledge.
He was breathless when he reached the top.

Eagerly he gazed into the North.

It was in that direction he had gone on the afternoon of his discovery of the strange trail.

But nothing that he recognized met his eyes now, no familiar landmark or tree to guide him again over his wandering footsteps of that day.