“When I got to camp I warn't feeling very
brash, there warn't much sand in my craw; but I says, this ain't no
time to be fooling around. So I got all my traps into my canoe
again so as to have them out of sight, and I put out the fire and
scattered the ashes around to look like an old last year's camp,
and then clumb a tree.
I reckon I was up in the tree two hours; but I
didn't see nothing, I didn't hear nothing--I only THOUGHT I heard
and seen as much as a thousand things. Well, I couldn't stay up
there forever; so at last I got down, but I kept in the thick woods
and on the lookout all the time. All I could get to eat was berries
and what was left over from breakfast.”
Keep a’lookin’. You might ought ta
find sump’in.
