One game-bag
was filled with provisions, for they did not know how long the
outing would last.
The boys started off in the best of spirits, taking to a trail
the old hunter had pointed out to them. There had been a flurry
of snow during the night, but this was soon melted by the sun
which, at breakfast time, had come out as brightly as ever.
"What a beautiful spot this is!" said Giant, gazing back to the lake
before plunging into the woods. "It is strange that so few folks
come up here to camp."
"Well, it's lucky for us," answered Whopper. "We shouldn't care for
many---especially of the Andrew Felps kind."
"Oh, don't mention him, Whopper. It makes me angry to think of him,
and I don't want my day's fun spoiled."
Soon the vicinity of the lake was left behind, and then the boys
began to climb the first rise of ground. Fortunately, the trail was
good and they made rapid progress. Arriving at the top of the hill,
they gazed around eagerly.
"Nothing in sight so far," said Whopper, after a long pause.
"Well, the day is young yet," was the hopeful answer.
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