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Day
18: The Last
Loading Up and Lighting Out for the Territory Ahead of the Rest |
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If I had a
few sacks of flour, an axe, and some matches, I would build a cabin
of pine logs, pile up plenty of firewood about it and stay all
winter to see the grand fertile snow-storms, watch the birds and
animals that winter thus high, how they live, how the forests look
and sound on their way down the mountains. But now I'll have to
go, for there is nothing to spare in the way of provisions. I'll
surely be back, however, surely I'll be back. No other place has
ever so overwhelmingly attracted me as this hospitable, Godful
wilderness.
Not
quite the end of construction!
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