That is Lone Pine Blaze, because it bears the blaze
that shows the way to the up-trail!"
Noddy must have been a frequent traveler to this tree for she knew
exactly the way to go and when she came opposite the pine that bore the
blaze, she stopped of her own accord.
"Now, wasn't that cute?" cried Eleanor, riding her burro directly
behind Noddy.
Polly jumped from her burro's back and went over to Choko. She removed
the ax from the pack and chopped a way through the slender undergrowth
which had grown up that season.
"Yes, here's the blaze as plain as day! Any of you girls want to read
it for me?" laughed Polly.
The three curious girls jumped from their mounts and pushed a way over
to the tree where they saw a queer mark made deep in the tree where the
bark could not over-grow it.
"What does it say, Poll!" asked Eleanor.
"It means for us to turn to the left and follow the trail upwards!"
said Polly, pointing to the signs.
"I should think the ranchers would put up sign-posts to guide
travelers!" said Barbara.
"How long do you suppose a post would last in a mild little wind-storm
that uproots trees and tosses them about like wisps of hay?" laughed
Polly.
"Oh, Polly! You surely are making fun of us!" said Eleanor, doubtfully.
"No, indeed, she is not! In the three months' time I was at the Cobb
School, I saw some terrific gales sweep over the country!" added Anne.
But sign-posts and wind-storms were forgotten for the time when the
horses came out on a strange road they had to travel.
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