You lost time in searching down-stream, he said. They went up the River until they found a small stream, then they followed that to its source. But somewhere between where they reached the River and Mongaup Falls, they had to leave the River and pass over land. They may have gone up the Bushkill as far as the Falls. But there they would be compelled to leave the stream. Fill your knapsacks, and at sun-rise start for the mouth of the Bushkill. Follow it up to the Falls. From there go to my cabin on the Steneykill, where I will meet you.
As soon as the day broke, Drake, Tom and Rolla started, and were at the mouth of the Bushkill at sun-rise. Rolla seemed to understand the object of the search, and applied his nose to every stone that lay above the water. He had not been gone long before he gave three loud barks.
He has the trail! Drake fairly screamed.
But Rolla was soon out of sight and was not heard again for some moments. Then he was heard again and continued barking until Drake and Tom came up to him at the foot of the falls.
It was evident that they had found the trail. There was the remains of their camp fire, strewed with fish bones.
What is that? said Tom, pointing to a small rock that leaned against the side of the mountain.
That, replied Drake, is Amy’s writing:
“Gone to the cave from whence you came. Amy.”
That is plain. Let us go up the Falls and over the ridge to Cahoonshee’s cabin.
They found Cahoonshee and the elder Quick at the cabin, and a warm breakfast prepared for them.