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For a week he picked his way sloard It was a splendid country into which he had con of hued to e Also he knew that he had followed the logical trail frohth day before he ca had at some time passed that way What he found were the charred remnants of an old camp-fire It had been a white man's fire He knew that by the size of it It had been an all-night fire of green logs cut with an axe

On the tenth day he cae and looked down upon one of the most wonderful valleys his eyes had ever beheld It was more than a valley It was a broad plain Fifty htiest of all the Yukon h he saw a paradise about hian to sink within him It seemed to him inconceivable that in a country so vast he could find the spot for which he was seeking His one hope lay in finding white uide him

He traveled slowly over the fifty-reen, covered with flowers, a game paradise Few hunters had come so far out of the Yukon mountains, he told himself And none had come from out of the sulphur country It was a new and undiscovered world On his ns of people Ahead of him the Yukon mountains rose in an i like s above the clouds He knehat lay beyond theold country and its civilization But those things were on the other side of the mountains On his side there was only the vast and undisputed silence of a paradise as yet unclairew upon hi peace Yet with it there was a steadily increasing belief that he would not find that for which he had come in search He did not attempt to analyze this belief It becarown upon him His one hope of success was that nearer the ht find white men or Indians