| rdfs:comment | - “How long is this trail?” demanded Jim’s weary voice, exhausted from the 80-mile hike. “Not much longer, lad.” Norman had a deep, booming, voice with a subtle hint of a Scottish accent. He was our guide through the 80,000 acres of land that is the Haliburton forest. Me and my best friend Jim Benwell had been camping together in the forest, and had decided to take a break from our solo and hire a guide to show us the interesting features of the forest.
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| abstract | - “How long is this trail?” demanded Jim’s weary voice, exhausted from the 80-mile hike. “Not much longer, lad.” Norman had a deep, booming, voice with a subtle hint of a Scottish accent. He was our guide through the 80,000 acres of land that is the Haliburton forest. Me and my best friend Jim Benwell had been camping together in the forest, and had decided to take a break from our solo and hire a guide to show us the interesting features of the forest. I looked around at the vast expanse of green all around us. “It would be so easy to get lost out here.” I stated cheerfully, as if it was a piece of secret knowledge. We continued to walk on, without a worry in the world. The forest was strangely quiet, and the birds had stopped chirping. I could actually hear my own heartbeat, only interrupted by the gentle sound of boots clomping on dirt. We were near a bunch of boulders that had moss grown on them. I first took it as nothing, but I noticed something shiny near one of them; a golden necklace with the photo of two children, a boy and a girl. They could not have been more then 8 or 9, but the face of the boy was ripped out of the photo. I thought that it must have belonged to someone and took it, so I could return it to the administration and they could see who it belonged too.
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