Of those, we got eighty-two, all told; with the green fir boughs that went with them, they pretty nearly filled the rack.

All were sear and dry, for they were just a densely interwoven mass of little twigs, but they contained a great many yellow flakes of dried pitch.

In two of them we found the nests of flying squirrels; but in both cases the squirrels "flew" before the tree fell, and sailed away to other firs, standing near.
Altogether, it was a day of hard work.

We were very tired--all the more so because we had slept hardly ten minutes the preceding night.

But again we were much disturbed by the snarling of lynxes and the uneasiness of our horses at the ox camp.