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here and there a house, till I came to the 

 main road, and then to the Murat estate, 

 and was again on familiar ground. 



Two mornings afterward I made another 

 early and foggy start, this time for Lake 

 Bradford. My instructions were to follow 

 the railway for a mile or so beyond the 

 station, and then take a road bearing away 

 sharply to the left. This I did, making 

 sure I was on the right road by inquiring of 

 the first man I saw a negro at work be- 

 fore his cabin. I had gone perhaps half a 

 mile further when a white man, on his way 

 after a load of wood, as I judged, drove up 

 behind me. " Won't you ride ? " he asked. 

 " You are going to Lake Bradford, I believe, 

 and I am going a piece in the same direc- 

 tion." I jumped up behind (the wagon 

 consisting of two long planks fastened to the 

 two axles), thankful, but not without a little 

 bewilderment. The good-hearted negro, it 

 appeared, had asked the man to look out for 

 me ; and he, on his part, seemed glad to do 

 a kindness as well as to find company. We 

 jolted along, chatting at arm's length, as it 

 were, about this and that. He knew nothing 

 of the ivory-bill ; but wild turkeys oh, yes, 



