The aspect of the scrub changed. It became dotted with taller trees.
The paler foliage of spruce reared itself, and, here and there,
isolated clumps of towering pines threw shadows across her path. Then
gaps broke up the continuity, but, even so, the view beyond to her left
was cut off by remoter growths. Once or twice she hazarded her way
into them in her search for information, but always she returned to the
broad track of the footprints of driven cattle.
The pathway rose at a steep incline. It bent away to the right, and,
in the distance, it seemed that it must converge upon the sharp cut
edge of the great pine woods she had so recently left. With this
conclusion came another. The track must terminate abruptly or it must
pass back into the great pine bluff.
The end, however, was neither of these things. And it was far nearer
than she had suspected. The path twisted back into the huge reverse of
an S, and finished abruptly at the sharp edge of a wide deep valley.
It came upon her almost with a shock.
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