"It certainly is, but where's the house ?" "You haven't been there in almost six months, and perhaps you have forgotten where it is," said Don, with a laugh.
"No, I haven't.

It stood close beside a big shell-bark, didn't it?
Well, there's the tree; now show me the shooting-box ?" Don faced about on his seat, expecting to point the building out to his brother at once, and was a good deal surprised when he found that he could not see it himself.

There was the tree, sure enough, but the spot which the shooting-box ought to have occupied, was vacant.

After running his eyes all along the shore, to satisfy himself that he had made no mistake as to the locality, Don picked up the oars again, and with a few more strokes brought the canoe to the bank.

All there was left of the shooting-box they could have carried away in their arms.
Even the stove had not escaped destruction.