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"The first bottle of whisky I ever entered on the right side of the ledger," he said aloud and again he laughed. He was in the big timber now. The tall, straight pines of the Appleton holdings stretched away for a hundred miles, and formed a high wall on either side of the tote-road, which bent to the contour of ridge and swamp and crossed small creeks on rough log bridges or corduroy causeways.
Yes, ma'am, you bet!" he repeated, calmly, but looking at her with the strong steely eyes that seemed peculiar to these men of the great North. He ran with his team up the path. When he reached the tote-road the girl saw that he had jumped on the sled, which was tearing away to the southward. Within the shack Mrs.
He was too tired to be consciously glad as, after a sun-scourged mile of corduroy tote-road through a swamp where flies hovered over a hot waste of brush, they reached the cool shore of Box Car Pond. When he lifted the pack from his back he staggered from the change in balance, and for a moment could not stand erect.
The driver, a French-Canadian turned and displayed an appreciative grin. "Eet ban de ro'd vat you saw de re," he explained, pointing his whip to the thoroughfare they were pursuing. "This a road?" demanded Jerrard, with indignation. "Oui, eet ban a tote-road."
Along the tote-road, which ran parallel to the steel, a man, dark of skin, slight but wiry, came running, his hard panting, his streaming face, his open mouth proclaiming his exhaustion.
"I blazed it to the railway, and by the way, Cameron said that McNabb had already started construction had twenty or thirty miles of it completed several days ago." "Started construction?" cried Orcutt. "Construction of what?" "The tote-road.
The uninjured wolves had vanished, leaving their dead upon the snow, while the wounded left flat, red trails as they sought to drag their broken bodies to the cover of the forest. Irish Fallon rounded a turn of the tote-road. He brought up sharply and stared open-mouthed at the man who, sheath-knife in hand, stood looking down at an indistinct object which lay upon the blood-trampled snow.
The chase was abandoned after an hour, for the clouds that had hung heavy all day long began to sift down snow; and soon a blizzard howled through the threshing spruces and hemlocks. "It's six miles to the nearest camp," said Connick, when the crew was again assembled at Number 7, "an' in order to dodge us he prob'ly kept out of the tote-road.
"Jerrard," he had said, at parting, "if you find good fishing I'll follow you in two weeks. I need a little outdoor relaxation myself." Jerrard sent an enthusiastic letter right back by the tote-road driver. He took the word of his guide about the fishing in prospect.
The Irishman had reached the landing ten miles below to learn that the birch canoe in which he had expected to ascend the river had either been stolen or washed away. He was, therefore, obliged to take the old "tote-road" worn in former years by the lumbermen, at the side of the river, and to reach Jim's camp on foot.
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