A Thousand-Mile Walk 



of the person below, I arose refreshed, and look 

 ing about me, the morning sunbeams pouring 

 through the oaks and gardens dripping with 

 dew, the beauty displayed was so glorious and 

 exhilarating that hunger and care seemed only 

 a dream. 



Eating a breakfast cracker or two and watch 

 ing for a few hours the beautiful light, birds, 

 squirrels, and insects, I returned to Savannah, 

 to find that my money package had not yet ar 

 rived. I then decided to go early to the grave 

 yard and make a nest with a roof to keep off 

 the dew, as there was no way of finding out how 

 long I might have to stay. I chose a hidden 

 spot in a dense thicket of sparkleberry bushes, 

 near the right bank of the Savannah River, 

 where the bald eagles and a multitude of sing 

 ing birds roosted. It was so well hidden that 

 I had to carefully fix its compass bearing in my 

 mind from a mark I made on the side of the 

 main avenue, that I might be able to find it at 

 bedtime. 



I used four of the bushes as corner posts for 

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