About a mile above camp I
stepped out on a great boulder close to where they were very heavy.
The rock seemed large enough so that I could scarcely fall off if I
tried; but when the men came up George said: Mrs. Hubbard, you must
not do that."
"Why?"
"You will get dizzy and fall in."
"But I do not get dizzy."
"Maybe you think you will not. It is all right when you are
looking at the rapid, but it is when you turn that you will fall.
It is very dangerous. If you are going to do that we will just
turn round and go back to Northwest River."
That settled the matter.
The river here became impracticable, and Job went forward to hunt
out the trail. The sandhills at this point stood back a little
from the river. The low-lying land between was thickly wooded, but
up on the hills the walking was good. So the trail was cut
straight up the bank which was eighty feet high and very steep.
If any one supposes that cutting a trail means making a nice,
smooth little path through the woods, let him revise his ideas.
The hill-side was a network of new growth and windfalls.
