216 MEN I HAVE FISHED WITH. 



acorns might fall, rabbits might snap their legs and wol- 

 verines might prowl around. I had killed a wolverine, 

 a stealthy night prowler that from pure deviltry destroys 

 the work of the trapper, and that was glory enough for a 

 first trip. I have no remembrance of any dreams that 

 night. I could have said with Sancho Panza: 



"Blessings light on him who first invented sleep! It 

 covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak; it is 

 meat for the hungry, drink for the thirsty, heat for the 

 cold, and cold for the hot; in short, money that buys 

 everything; balance and weight that makes the shepherd 

 equal to the monarch and the fool to the wise; there is 

 only one evil in sleep, as I have heard, and it is that it 

 resembles death, since between a dead and a sleeping 

 man there is little difference." 



The sun was high when I awoke, and by my side 

 stood Ah-se-bun; but I'll tell you about that another 

 time. 



