It stood alone, and was twice as high as Jamie's head.
Here he was treated to another thrill.

On the west side of the rock was the charred wood of a recent camp fire.

A tent had been pitched near at hand, as was evidenced by the still unwithered boughs that had formed a bed, and discarded tent pegs, and there were many axe cuttings.
"'Twere white men and not Injuns that camped here," reasoned Jamie.
"All the Injun fires I ever heard tell about were made smaller than this un.

And these folk were pilin' up stones on the side.

No Injuns or Bay folk does that, whatever!" Jamie continued to investigate.
"'Twere not Bay folk did the axe cuttin' either," he decided.