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The sight of a lantern high up in the mountains captured Ted's imagination as well as his attention. The region seemed to be a particularly lonely one and he wondered who the lantern-carrier could be. While there had been light he had looked along the mountain side but had seen no house or barn. The wooded slopes had appeared untouched by the hand of man and altogether too dense and forsaken for a house of any kind. Yet the bearer of the lantern was going somewhere.
The light flashed in and out among the trees as the bearer carried it onward and upward, winking at irregular intervals as it passed back of trees. The gleam was yellow and a trifle dim, yet there was power enough to it for the watching boy to see. Although it was perhaps perfectly natural for someone to walk the mountains with a lantern, Ted's mind pondered it.