Lost in the Woods

We were in the wilderness of an Adirondack forest making camp for the

day and wanted to see the beaver-dam which, we were told, was on the

edge of a near-by lake. The guide was busy cooking dinner and we would

not wait for his leisure, but leaving the rest of the party, we started

off confidently, just two of us, down the perfectly plain trail. For a

short distance there was a beaten path, then, suddenly, the trail came

to an abrupt end. We looked this side and that. No trail, no appearance

of there ever having been one. With a careless wave of his arm, the

guide had said: "Keep in that direction." "That" being to the left, to

the left we therefore turned and stormed our way through thicket and

bramble, breaking branches as we went. Sliding down declivities,

scrambling over fallen trees, dipping beneath low-hung branches, we

finally came out upon the shore of the lake and found that we had struck

the exact spot where the beaver-dam was located.

It was only a short distance from camp and it had not taken us long to

make it, but when we turned back we warmly welcomed the sight of our

blazed trail, for all else was strange and unfamiliar. Going there had

been glimpses of the water now and then to guide us, returning we had no

landmarks. Even my sense of direction, usually to be relied on and upon

which I had been tempted to depend solely, seemed to play me false when

we reached a place where our blazing was lost sight of. The twilight

stillness of the great forest enveloped us; there was no sign of our

camp, no sound of voices. A few steps to our left the ground fell away

in a steep precipice which, in going, we had passed unnoticed and which,

for the moment, seemed to obstruct our way. Then turning to the right we

saw a streak of light through the trees that looked, at first, like

water where we felt sure no water could be if we were on the right path;

but we soon recognized this as smoke kept in a low cloud by the

trees--the smoke of our camp-fire. That was our beacon, and we were soon

on the trail again and back in camp. This is not told as an adventure,

but to illustrate the fact that without a well-blazed trail it is easier

to become lost in a strange forest than to find one's way.

You may strike the trail with the one object in view of reaching your

destination as quickly as possible. This will help you to become agile

and sure-footed, to cover long distances in a short time, but it will

not allow of much observation until your mind has become alert and your

eyes trained to see quickly the things of the forests and plains, and to

read their signs correctly. Unless there is necessity for haste, it is

better to take more time and look about you as you go. To hurry over the

trail is to lose much that is of interest and to pass by unseeingly

things of great beauty. When you are new to the trail and must hurry,

you are intent only on what is just before you--usually the feet of your

guide--or if you raise your eyes to glance ahead, you notice objects

simply as things to be reached and passed as quickly as possible.

Unhurried trailing will repay you by showing you what the world of the

wild contains.

Walking slowly you can realize the solemn stillness of the forest, can

take in the effect of the gray light which enfolds all things like a

veil of mystery. You can stop to examine the tiny-leafed, creeping vines

that cover the ground like moss and the structure of the soft mosses

with fronds like ferns. You can catch the jewel-like gleam of the wood

flowers. You can breathe deeply and rejoice in the perfume of the balsam

and pine. You can rest at intervals and wait quietly for evidences of

the animal life that you know is lurking, unseen, all around you; and

you can begin to perceive the protecting spirit of the wild that hovers

over all.

To walk securely, as the woodsmen walk, without tripping, stumbling, or

slipping, use the woodsmen's method of planting the entire foot on the

ground, with toes straight ahead, not turned out. If you put your heel

down first, while crossing on a slippery log as in ordinary walking, the

natural result will be a fall. With your entire foot as a base upon

which to rest, the body is more easily balanced and the foot less likely

to slip. When people slip and fall on the ice, it is because the edge of

the heel strikes the ice first and slides. The whole foot on the ice

would not slip in the same way, and very often not at all.

Trailing does not consist merely in walking along a path or in making

one for yourself. It has a larger meaning than that and embraces various

lines of outdoor life, while it always presupposes movement of some

kind. In one sense going on the trail means going on the hunt. You may

go on the trail for birds, for animals, for insects, plants, or flowers.

You may trail a party of friends ahead of you, or follow a deer to its

drinking-place; and in all these cases you must look for the signs of

that which you seek.

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