A Thousand-Mile Walk 



of the person below, I arose refreshed, and look- 

 ing about me, the morning sunbeams pouring 

 through the oaks and gardens dripping with 

 dew, the beauty displayed was so glorious and 

 exhilarating that hunger and care seemed only 

 a dream. 



Eating a breakfast cracker or two and watch- 

 ing for a few hours the beautiful light, birds, 

 squirrels, and insects, I returned to Savannah, 

 to find that my money package had not yet ar- 

 rived. I then decided to go early to the grave- 

 yard and make a nest with a roof to keep off 

 the dew, as there was no way of finding out how 

 long I might have to stay. I chose a hidden 

 spot in a dense thicket of sparkleberry bushes, 

 near the right bank of the Savannah River, 

 where the bald eagles and a multitude of sing- 

 ing birds roosted. It was so well hidden that 

 I had to carefully fix its compass bearing in my 

 mind from a mark I made on the side of the 

 main avenue, that I might be able to find it at 

 bedtime. 



I used four of the bushes as corner posts for 

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