good pains to give them less than they 

 wanted, and so had the satisfaction of feed- 

 ing them often, and of finding their tin T{iltooleef, 



plate picked clean whenever I came back Jj.H'lc 

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Did the woods seem lonely to Killooleet 

 when we paddled away, at last, and left the 

 wilderness for another year ? That is a 

 question which I would give much, or watch 

 long, to answer. There is always a regret 

 at leaving a good camping ground; but I 

 had never packed up so unwillingly before. 

 Killooleet was singing, cheery as ever; but 

 my own heart gave a minor chord of sad- 

 ness to his trill that was not there when he 

 sang on my ridgepole. Before leaving I had 

 baked a loaf, big and hard, which I fastened 

 with stakes at the foot of the old cedar, with 

 a tin plate under it and a bark roof above, so 

 that when it rained, and insects were hidden 

 under the leaves, and their hunting was no 

 fun because the woods were wet, Killooleet 

 and his little ones would find food, and 

 remember me. And so we paddled away 

 and left them to the wilderness. 



