The Raiders Pass
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out retracing our steps, I pushed deeper through the brush, and attained the patch, which followed closely the curvature of the stream. By this time it was light enough so we could see clearly. The passage was overgrown with grass, and gave no evidence of having been lately traveled. There were hoof-marks, but they were old. We must have advanced a hundred yards, when I came upon an axe with a broken handle, and near by marks on the bank showing where a man had knelt on his knees to drink. The path turned sharply to the right here, and as we mounted to the slightly higher ground we could see the cabin perched on a little knoll, against the black hill behind.
