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"At the very beginning I'll say that I'm primarily to blame for my own
troubles. The afternoon I landed in that little village nearest to the
camp, I had made up my mind to get to camp that same day. When I found I
couldn't get any kind of conveyance to take me there, I decided to walk.
The station master warned me that a big storm was coming, but I thought
I could make the trip before it came. The sky didn't look very
threatening to me.

"He was a better weather prophet than I, for I hadn't gone two miles
when the storm broke. And such a storm! It was a terror! At first it was
a gale of wind, and maybe it didn't hit the trees, though. The way they
came crashing down made me sick at heart. You know how I feel about
trees. That I might get hurt didn't bother me half so much as to see the
way those magnificent old wonders were being demolished.

"Though it was summer it grew pretty dark in the woods and, for the
first time I ever remember, I lost my way, I didn't know it just then. I
thought I was going north, when all the time I must have been going
west. I didn't want to stop. I thought I would be courting just as much
chance of getting hit by a falling tree if I stood still as if I kept on
going. Besides I was anxious to reach the camp. I had been following a
narrow trail, as well as I could under the circumstances, and I supposed
I was still on it. It was not until long afterward that I realized that
I had made a mistake.

"Well, I plodded along for hours thinking I'd soon reach the camp. It
was then pitch dark and raining hard. I was beginning to tire, too. I
wasn't in the least worried about not finding the camp. I knew, of
course, by that time that I was lost, but I knew, too, I'd be all right
when morning came. What bothered me was to hunt some place where I could
get out of the rain and spend the night. But I couldn't find even an
overhanging rock, though I kept my pocket searchlight going constantly.

"The last time I turned it on my watch I saw it was ten o 'clock. After
that--well here comes the queerest story you ever heard. I was stumbling
along in the dark, when all of a sudden the ground seemed to disappear
under my very feet. I felt myself falling. I don't suppose it was more
than ten feet, but it seemed a mile. I struck something hard, all in a
heap. After that I didn't remember anything until I opened my eyes,
groaning terribly. It was just getting daylight. I was lying at the
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