"We had been travelling on for a couple of weeks or so, following the directions your father had given us in order to find his new location, but greatly in doubt as to whether we were going right, when we were fortunate enough to fall in with a settler who knew him, and who was returning with a waggon and team.  He readily undertook to be our guide, glad to have our assistance in making way through the forest.  We provided ourselves with crowbars to lift the waggon out of the ruts and holes and up the steep ascents; for we had left the `corduroy' roads-- or, indeed, any road at all--far behind.  Our new acquaintance seemed to be somewhat out of spirits about the prospects of the new settlement; but, notwithstanding, he had determined to chance it with the rest.  The Indians, he said, had lately been troublesome, and some of them who had been found prowling about, evidently bent on mischief, had been shot. `We have won the ground, and we must keep it against all odds,' he observed.