Asa led the way with the lantern, and old Tommy followed behind us with his precious traps.

The camp was nearly six miles away; it proved a hard, dismal tramp, for now the snow was seven or eight inches deep.

We reached the camp between two and three o'clock in the morning, and roused Andrews, the foreman, and his crew of loggers.

Never was warm shelter more welcome to us.
At daybreak the next morning it was still snowing, but Andrews and eight of his men went back with us.

The horses still lay there in the snow in a pitiful plight; we all agreed that it was better to end their sufferings as quickly as possible.
We then went in search of the runaways, and after some time found them huddled together in a swamp of thick firs about two miles down the trail.