When the two emerged from the water, they saw nothing of the bear that had caused them so much disquietude.  He had probably headed for the other side of the pond, and was now shut out from view by the volume of smoke which intervened.

“He’ll be here after us,” said the alarmed Nellie, whose nervousness was excusable; “and I wish you would hurry away.”

“I don’t think there is any need to be scared, after all,” replied her brother; “the bear has all he can do to look after himself, without bothering us.”

The fugitives were in a pitiable plight.  Nellie’s garments were soaked by the water through which she had passed, but the heavy heat of the air prevented her suffering from cold, though the clinging garments caused her to feel ill at ease; and, like her tidy mother, she longed to be at home, that she might change them for clean, dry ones.

When Nick found they had to leave the raft, he caught up his shoes, with the stockings stuffed in them, and, hastily tying the strings together, slung them around his neck.  He did not forget, in the excitement of the moment, that they were indispensable.

But there was no way of saving coat, vest and hat, without running more risk than any one ought to run, and the lad let them go, hoping that, possibly, he might recover them after a time.

He had scarcely set his feet upon the ground, when he took them off again.  The earth was baking hot to the water’s edge, and a live ember, which the ashes concealed from sight, was revealed when the bare foot was placed upon it.

Nick cooled his blistering toes, and then, as quick as possible, drew on his wet shoes and stockings.

“I would be in a pretty fix if barefoot,” said he, “I wouldn’t have been able to walk home through these woods for a week or less.”

It was plain to be seen that the fury of the conflagration had spent itself, so far as it affected this portion of the wood.  That tornado of the flame, which swept everything before it, had leaped across the pond, and was speeding onward until it should die out from want of fuel.

In its path was the blackness of desolation.  The trees were still burning, but it was in a smoldering, smoking way, with blazing branches here and there, dropping piecemeal to the ground.  The flames, which charged forward as they do through the dry prairie grass, had passed by, and the brother and sister had now the opportunity to attempt to reach home.

But it would be hard to overestimate the distress caused by the atmosphere which the forest fires left behind them.  There are many gases and vapors which we cannot breathe; but the trouble about smoke is that although we can manage to get along with it when it is not too dense, it is excessively irritating to the lungs.

Several minutes passed, during which little trouble was experienced, and then the two were forced to cough and gasp until they almost sank to the ground from exhaustion.  Occasionally the vapor would lift, and, floating away, leave the air below comparatively pure, and then the black and blue atmosphere, heavy with impurities, would descend and wrap them about as with a garment.