Whiskey, Pilot, Muskymote followed closely at our heels--faithful animals, ready to drag our sleighs in winter, or, as now, to assist us in our search.  We walked on at a rapid rate, and were soon in a wild region of forests, rugged hills, and foaming streams.  As we went along we shouted out Hugh's name, and searched about for any signs of his having passed that way.  At length we discovered in some soft ground a foot-print, which there could be no doubt was his, the toe pointing in the direction we were going.