They were delighted to find that not a
sleeve ripped, and not a belt gave way.
It was decided that they should follow the brook down-stream for a
distance until they came to the old winter-road. By doing this they
would escape the thick woods, as well as the climb up the steep bank.
It was a rough trip, and the captain was jolted a great deal.
"Don't make me sea-sick," he warned, when he swayed more than usual.
"Ugh!" he groaned, as one of the boys slipped upon a rock, and dropped
the end of his pole. "I've been over many rough seas in my life, but
nothin' to equal this. Steady, there," he cried, as the swaying motion
increased. "Ah, that's better," he encouraged, when they at length
reached the winter-road.
The scouts enjoyed the captain's remarks. He cheered them when they
did well, and made them rest occasionally. But it was a heavy load
they were bearing, and right glad were they when at last they reached
the Anchorage, and handed over their charge to Mrs. Britt.
That afternoon Phil's father took his horses and went with the scouts
to bring in the bear. Several able-bodied men accompanied them, for
news had spread from house to house of what had taken place up the
brook.
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