"If we can find that and we stick to it, we'll
be sure to land at Bear Pond, sooner or later."
"It seems to me Bear Pond ought to be close at hand," said Tom. "We've
seen the bear anyway, if not the pond." And at this both Sam and he gave
a short laugh.
An hour later found them tramping along the edge of a cliff overlooking
a broad valley, in the center of which was a winding stream almost
hidden by the woods on either side.
"Now, if we were only sure that was Perch River, we'd be all right,"
said Sam. "But unfortunately all rivers look pretty much alike up
here."
"We might as well go down to it, anyway," answered his brother. "It's
pretty cold up here,"
Finding a break in the cliff they descended, and started through the
woods for the watercourse. It was indeed cold, and only their brisk
walking kept them warm. A stiff wind was rising, and overhead the
branches swayed mournfully.
When they reached the river they came to another halt, not knowing which
was up and which was down.
"Guess we had better chop a hole in the ice and see how the water is
flowing," suggested Sam.
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