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Show 62 Chapter Eight From the hilltop, the cabin looked perfect. Abner Raintree stood on the knoll with the boys and pointed down through the pines. Below them the little valley shone September-brown against the green of the far mountainside. Higher up they could see the aspens turning yellow with the early frosts. The cabin itself was like a thousand other miner's cabins, low slung with a dirt roof and an old broken-out window. "That Svendsen cabin should do any mountain man," said Mr. Raintree. Josh looked down the hill and felt a lump in his throat. Already he felt pangs of homesickness. He had begun to wonder if perhaps his mother and sister couldn't come up and live in the cabin with them. "Criminently, it's perfect," shouted Cap. "Why, we'll catch fish enough in the creek to last all winter." 'You'll need more than fish, boys," Mr. Raintree said. "Anyway, you go on down and look it over. My knees bothering me some, and I got things to do back at my place." When he left they shook handf promising him they would visit the next day. And Josh remembered to thank him for the meal and the good advice. Then the two boys went racing down the hillside toward the cabin, Chinook running in circles as they went, all of them caught up |