“I’ve a good mind to make camp right here,” said Herb, surveying the bog and then the firm earth on which he stood. “We may travel a longish ways farther, and not strike such a fair camping-ground, unless we go on up the side of the mountain to that old home-camp I was telling you about, which we built when we were trapping. I guess it’s standing yet, and ’twould be a snug shelter; but we’d have a hard pull to reach it this evening. What d’ye say, boys?”