A Thousand-Mile W alk 
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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