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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, 
