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The ride was resuroves, brown and sear and yelloith leaves and acorns falling

"Bears have been workin' in here already," said Roy "I see tracks all over They eat acorns in the fall An' mebbe we'll run into one yet"

The farther down he led the wilder and thicker grew the trees, so that dodging branches was no light task Ranger did not seem to care how close he passed a tree or under a liot so a tree, to get her knee out of the way in tireen pond full of vegetation and in places covered with a thick scue, spring Roy pointed down at a muddy place

"Bear- He heard us comin' Look at thet little track Cub track An' look at these scratches on this tree, higher 'n my head An old she-bear stood up, an' scratched them"

Roy sat his saddle and reached up to touch fresh rinning "An' I take it particular kind of this old she rustlin' off with her cub She-bears with cubs are dangerous"

The next place to stir Helen to enthusiaslen at the bottom of this canuon Beech-trees, maples, aspens, overtopped by lofty pines, made dense shade over a brook where trout splashed on the broirling current, and leaves drifted down, and stray flecks of golden sunlight lightened the gloo to and fro across the brook, between huge ether that Helen could scarce squeeze her knees through

Once e into another, down long wooded slopes and through scrub-oak thickets, on and on till the sun stood straight overhead Then he halted for a short rest, unsaddled the horses to let theirls soun, and, upon returning, resaddled and gave the word to start

That was the last of rest and easy traveling for the girls The forest that he struck into seemed ribbed like a washboard with deep ravines so steep of slope as to make precarious travel Mostly he kept to the bottom where dry washes afforded a kind of trail But it was necessary to cross these ravines when they were too long to be headed, and this crossing ork