Chapter Thirty-Five
Rebecca looked at Jim like he was crazy. How can we possibly find a hump on the ground in a two-thousand-acre forest, she asked herself.
Jim’s theory made as much sense as anything, but it didn’t seem possible that they could find it. After all, there must be hundreds or thousands of humps and swells throughout the forest. It would be a total miracle to find the right one, even if Jim was right.
Jim was trying to convince her that the odd marking on the parchment map that looked like a hump might be an Indian mound, where the natives buried their dead and usually included some of the deceased belongings like tools and arrows and clothing. They would pile rocks on top of everything, then cover it with dirt, hence the mounding effect. Hundreds of such mounds had been f
