. Wit bought, or, A New York boy's adventures when the empire state was young . 102 WIT BOUGHT, CHAPTER IX. OUR RETURN THE WOODS—THE VOYAGE ON THE RIVER. MAT OLMSTED and myself had to find ourway back to Salem on foot, for there were nostages, canal-boats, or rail-roads then. I didnot myself dislike the plan, for I was fond ofa tramp, especially with so cheerful a com-panion as Matthew. We had each provided ourselves with abear-skin, which was rolled up and strappedupon the shoulder. Matthew had also atinder-box, with flint and steel. These pre-cautions were necessary, as it was likely thatwe
. Wit bought, or, A New York boy's adventures when the empire state was young . 102 WIT BOUGHT, CHAPTER IX. OUR RETURN THE WOODS—THE VOYAGE ON THE RIVER. MAT OLMSTED and myself had to find ourway back to Salem on foot, for there were nostages, canal-boats, or rail-roads then. I didnot myself dislike the plan, for I was fond ofa tramp, especially with so cheerful a com-panion as Matthew. We had each provided ourselves with abear-skin, which was rolled up and strappedupon the shoulder. Matthew had also atinder-box, with flint and steel. These pre-cautions were necessary, as it was likely thatwe might occasionally be obliged to find ourlodgings in the forest. It was a bright morning in the latter partof November, when we departed, and thecheerfulness of the weather found its way toour bosoms. I was so light of heart ashardly to feel the ground upon which I trod. THE WOODPECKERS. 103 We marched rapidly on, and in a few hourswere several miles from the town, and wind-ing along the devious road that led throughthe tall foresto Although the leaves were stripped from. most of the trees, and the flowers were sleepingin their tombs—though the birds had fled, andtheir happy minstrelsy was heard no more,still there were signs of cheerfulness aroundus. The little woodpeckers Avere creepingup and down the hoary oaks, seeking for the 104 WIT BOUGHT. worms that had taken winter quarters in thebark. Small flocks of wild turkeys frequentlycrossed our path ; the partridges were callingtheir mates by flapping their wings uponsome rotten log, thus producing a soundlike the roll of a distant drum; the black and
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