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`` I ain ' t ` ink we mak ' de timber tonight . She git dark queek now -- seven , eight mile mor ' we got to camp . '' `` Yes , '' assented Connie . `` And the days are getting so short that from now on we 'll quit camping at noon . We 'll pull once and make a day of it -- anyway till we get a moon . '' -LSB- Illustration : `` In the whirling blizzard , without protection of timber , one place was as good as another to camp , and while the Indian busied himself with the dogs , Connie proceeded to dig a trench in the snow . '' Drawn by Frank E. Schoonover -RSB- To this plan the Indian readily agreed and a moment later struck out ahead as `` forerunner '' to break trail for the dogs .