That fall, they came to a strange lake country, sad and silent, where there was no lift. they traveled on for months and months, through another winter. Once, they found an old trail through the forest, and they thought it would take them to the lost mine. But the trail began nowhere and ended nowhere. Another time, they found a fallen- down hunting cabin- a little house made from wood - and, among some old blankets, a gun. But there was nothing else. They would never know who had built that cabin and left his gun there under the blankets.