Camping among the "Tombs 



my little hut, which was about four or five feet 

 long by about three or four in width, tied 

 little branches across from forks in the bushes 

 to support a roof of rushes, and spread a thick 

 mattress of Long Moss over the floor for a bed. 

 My whole establishment was on so small a 

 scale that I could have taken up, not only my 

 bed, but my whole house, and walked. There 

 I lay that night, eating a few crackers. 



Next day I returned to the town and was 

 disappointed as usual in obtaining money. So 

 after spending the day looking at the plants in 

 the gardens of the fine residences and town 

 squares, I returned to my graveyard home. 

 That I might not be observed and suspected 

 of hiding, as if I had committed a crime, I 

 always went home after dark, and one night, 

 as I lay down in my moss nest, I felt some 

 cold-blooded creature in it; whether a snake 

 or simply a frog or toad I do not know, but 

 instinctively, instead of drawing back my 

 hand, I grasped the poor creature and threw 

 it over the tops of the bushes. That was 



