Since the cost of transport made such things dear, it looked as if Thirlwell had made her money go a long way.
As they pushed on the country got wilder.

The rocks were more numerous, the trees smaller, and in places they crossed wide belts where fires had raged.

The flames had burned off the branches, but left the trunks, and the long rows of rampikes sprang from the new brush, shining a curious silver-gray where they caught the light.

The mode of travel, however, did not change.

Sometimes they paddled up sparkling lakes, and sometimes dragged the canoes over ledges and gravel-beds in shallow creeks until the water shrunk and they made a laborious portage across a rocky height.
The journey was made as much by land as water, and at first Agatha wondered that the men were capable of such toil, but by degrees she found that she could carry more than she had thought, and laughing at Thirlwell's protests, often struggled through the brush with a heavy load.