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Chapter 12 FOILING THE FIRE

I don't know what a record I made in climbing that tree-an aspen's bark is slick-but in a jiffy I was at the top and could peer out. (Note 47.) All the sky was smoke, veiling the upper end of the valley and of the ridge. The ridge must be afire; the fire was spreading along our side; and if we tried for the opposite slope and the bare spot we might

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