. Two little savages : being the adventures of two boys who lived as Indians and what they learned. With over three hundred drawings . erested and restless by nine oclock and eageifor more adventures. Arent there any Coons round here, Mr. Clark? Oh, I reckon so. Y-e-s ! Down a piece in thahardwood bush near Widdy Biddy Baggss plac^theres lots o likely Cooning ground. That was enough to stir them all, for the placewas near at hand. Peetweet alone was for stayingin camp, but when told that he might stay and keephouse by himself he made up his mind to get all thefun he could. The night was hot an
. Two little savages : being the adventures of two boys who lived as Indians and what they learned. With over three hundred drawings . erested and restless by nine oclock and eageifor more adventures. Arent there any Coons round here, Mr. Clark? Oh, I reckon so. Y-e-s ! Down a piece in thahardwood bush near Widdy Biddy Baggss plac^theres lots o likely Cooning ground. That was enough to stir them all, for the placewas near at hand. Peetweet alone was for stayingin camp, but when told that he might stay and keephouse by himself he made up his mind to get all thefun he could. The night was hot and moonless,Mosquitoes abundant, and in trampling and scram-bling through the gloomy woods the hunters hadplenty of small troubles, but they did not mind thatso long as Turk was willing to do his part. Once ortwice he showed signs of interest in the trail, but soondecided against it. Thus they worked toward the Widdy Baggss tillthey came to a dry brook bed. Turk began at onceto travel up this, while Caleb tried to make him godown. But the Dog recognized no superior officerwhen hunting. Altar )««<ling his impatient army a 523. >A Two Little Savages quarter of a mile away from the really promisingheavy timber, Turk discovered what lie was after, andthat was a little muddy puddle. In this he calmlylay down, puffing, panting and lapping with energy,and his humble human followers had nothing todo but sit on a log and impatiently await his lord-ships pleasure. Fifteen minutes went by, and Turk~ was still enjoying himself, when Sam ventured atlast: Pears to me if I owned a Dog Id own him. Theres no use crowdin him, was the runnin this hunt, an he knows it. A Dogwithout a mind of his own is no count. So when Turk had puffed like a Porpoise, gruntedand wallowed like a Hog, to his hearts content andto the envy of the eight who sat sweltering andimpatient, he arose, all dribbling ooze, probably toseek a new wallowing place, when his nose discoveredsomething on the bank t
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