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tracks. The third, which I had fired at, had left no 

 signs ; so assuming that I had missed him, I made no 

 attempt to seek him, but set to work to skin the 

 others. When this was done, I hung them up, and 

 proceeded to a farmer's about two miles off, with whom 

 I was Avell acquainted, to tell him to take the meat ; 

 and then went on some miles further to Kelfer's, who 

 received me hospitably, and in whose house I rested 

 for a few days. 



Hearing of another lick which was said to be very 

 good, I resorted thither the same evening, and was soon 

 ensconced under a hastily prepared platform. 



The woods in Arkansas present a beautiful aspect 

 at this season of the year, when the logwood trees are 

 in bloom. They are small bush-hke trees, seldom more 

 than seven inches in diameter, Avith a white blossom 

 of the size of a rose ; but the whole tree is covered with 

 them. They grow in immense numbers, and give the 

 forest the appearance of a garden. Then the mild 

 spring nights, the wailing note of the whip-poor-will, 

 the monotonous hooting of the owls, would make it 

 altogether romantic, were the infernal mosquitoes only 

 away. 



I shot two deer during the night, took out their 

 brains, and laid them about half an inch thick on a flat 

 stone, placed it near the fire, and kept stirring them, 

 to preserve them for dressing the skins. 



Imagining that I had skins enough, I took them, as 

 soon as they were dry, to old Slowtrap's, as he was cele- 

 brated for understanding the curing business thoroughly. 

 In a few days I was seated in the well-known chimney 

 corner opposite my old friend, who was the same as 



