A CHEEEFUL "OOOD NTOHT. " 25 



once more a free man, but as greasy and hnnvnas an Italian 

 bego-ar. The battle was ended. I learned afterwards to 

 tolerate tar oil, then to like its odor, and noAV 1 ahvayskee)) 

 a bottle of it among my tishing traps at home, nneorkiiii;- il 

 now and tlien, when the snows are heavy on the earth, to 

 remind me of tlie summer (•ami)-fire in the wilderness! 

 There is no disputing eihieated tastes! 



Seven of us slej)! that night in the h.l't, in lealher beds, 

 the rain pouring doMn upon the root Jusi above our heads. 

 Wilkinson, as he took the household candle down stairs, 

 bestowed his cheerful good-night,— " Boys, if the punkies 

 get very bad, ' fore morning, call me and I '11 bring up a 

 smudge! " But we slept. 



