. Wit bought; or, The life and adventures of Robert Merry . par-ticularly when one is about seventeen, withsuch a clever fellow as Mat for a companionand guide, the thing is quite delightful. I assisted Mat in collecting some faggotsfor our fire—but every moment kept lookingaround, expecting to see some wild animalshowing his face between the trunks of thegray old oaks. I mistook a stump for a bearshead; then I thought a bush at a little dis-tance was some huge monster, crouching asif to spring upon us. The night stole on apace, and soon wewere surrounded with darkness, which wasrendered deepe
. Wit bought; or, The life and adventures of Robert Merry . par-ticularly when one is about seventeen, withsuch a clever fellow as Mat for a companionand guide, the thing is quite delightful. I assisted Mat in collecting some faggotsfor our fire—but every moment kept lookingaround, expecting to see some wild animalshowing his face between the trunks of thegray old oaks. I mistook a stump for a bearshead; then I thought a bush at a little dis-tance was some huge monster, crouching asif to spring upon us. The night stole on apace, and soon wewere surrounded with darkness, which wasrendered deeper by the fire we had scene was a wild one: the trees thatstood around, had the aspect of giants, lift-ing their arms to the sky;—and their limbsoften assumed the appearance of serpents, ordemons. Around us all was blackness. When -our fire had been burning for abouthalf an hour, Matthew having unbuckled hispack, took out some dried deers flesh, upon s-- ->--^* - > t -•j - ---j i#«i>-^-- l\MR;i • *CJTfri i .^^. THE TKIMEVAL FOKEST, THE IsSW YORKPUBLIC LIBRARY •LENOX AN THE WOODS. 107 which we made a hearty supper. We talkedon various subjects; and Mat, who \va?clever in telling a story, amused me verymuch for a time. At last, however, I fellasleep. I slept pretty well during the night, thoughI waked up severaltimes and saw Matwith one eye open, atmy side. Feeling thatI had a faithful senti-nel to keep guard, I ^ < fell back into my repose. When thesun rose it was abeautiful frosty morn-ing, and the black andgray squirrels were enliven-ing the woods with their merrygambols. I should gladly havedwelt in the place for a long time, andreally began to feel that I should like to tunIndian and make the forest my dwellingplace. But this was momentary: we soonbegan our march, and entering the high road,proceeded on our way to Albanv,
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