The boys soon saw that in many respects the site was the best they had yet found. The top of the bank was comparatively free from underbrush, while a good deal of fallen timber was strewn around, showing the ravages that various storms had caused.
The ground was still wet in many places, but a spot which the warm afternoon sun had almost dried was finally discovered.
"This is the wildest region we have seen, fellows," observed Dave Brandon, with great satisfaction.
"It would look perfectly natural to see a bear or wildcat stalking through the woods," added Dick Travers, with a grin.
"Well, I hope none of them poke their ugly noses in our camp," ventured Tom Clifton, little apprehensively.
"Say, fellows, let's pitch the tents to-night, for a change," suggested Bob Somers.
"Sure! Let us have the tents," broke in Dick, enthusiastically. "It's going to be a job making a fire all right; can't find a stick of dry wood," he announced a moment later.
"Find a cedar," said Bob, "or get some pieces of bark from the sheltered side of a tree. But first of all, boys, help me with the tents."
The two huge rolls of canvas were thereupon lugged ashore, one of them being spread out on the spot selected for a camp. Bob and Dick, armed with hatchets, then betook themselves to the woods in search of long poles. Of course they were not found without some difficulty. At length, ten, all neatly trimmed, were carried back to the shore.
"How are you going to do it, Bob?" asked Sam Randall, with interest.