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Altsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander), 1862-1919

"The Hunters of the Hills"

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Robert lifted his paddle and watched the silver bubbles fall from it
into the stream. Then he sank back in his seat, relaxing after his great
effort, his breath coming at first in painful gasps, but gradually
becoming long and easy.
"I'm glad we'll be in Canada tomorrow, Dave," he said, "because the
journey has surely been most difficult."
"Pretty thick with dangers, that's true," laughed the hunter, "but we've
run past most of 'em. The rest of the day will be easy, safe and
pleasant."
His prediction came true, their journey on the river continuing without
interruption. Two or three times they saw distant smoke rising above the
forest, but they judged that it came from the camp fires of hunters, and
they paid no further attention to it. That night they took the canoe
from the river once more, carrying it into the woods and sleeping beside
it, and the next day they entered the mighty St. Lawrence.
"This is Canada," said Willet. "Farther west we claim that our territory
comes to the river and that we have a share in it.


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