anyway" I heard Bert sum up the 

 situation to the Cook. He seemed 

 to feel it necessary to explain, for 

 his pride's sake, as we came back 

 so often empty handed. 



"She wants a gee socker or none. 

 No picayune headpiece need apply. 

 Mr. Nimrod can sure call 'em out 

 with that fool horn. That fellah 

 to-day was easy. Could most have 

 clubbed him." 



One morning the Tevi were going 

 on a still hunt for deer and Nimrod 

 preferred to accompany them. Bert 

 and I were off at daybreak on our 

 quest. We reached a little cran- 

 berry bog that pushed out from the 

 usual wooded shore. Wrapped in 

 a white mist we waited and listened 

 for something afoot on the game 

 trail that was near by. Slowly the 

 white mist became thinner, then 

 rosy, and the familiar day-time forms 

 took shape in shadowy blurred gar- 

 ments, that in time gently glided 

 from them. The silence too awoke, 

 performing that subtle change that 

 marks a sleeper's return to conscious- 

 ness, though there be no motion of 

 the body. The penetrating early 



