of furs for more than they were worth in England. With a few T had 
purchased, they came to over Twenty-two Hundred and Thirty-five 
Dollars ($2235.00). I spent two months in New York and returned to 
Arkansas, and scouted the state to locate the best trapping ground 
for the coming season. I scouted the base end of the Bayou Mathola- 
mem, the stream I had trapped the two previous winters, and found 
it not so good at the lower end. I also looked up the Biff River, 
which runs between the Mississippi and the Bayou Matholamem, 
which would overflow each year by the Mississippi River. There was 
lots of coon, otter, mink, bear and deer, etc., but no beaver. As beaver 
paid better in those days than any other animal, I never set my traps 
where there were no beaver. I also scouted up the Black and Red 
River but found nothing better than Bayou Matholamem. I hunted 
up George Robinson, and struck camp for trapping. George and I did 
well, but not so well as the previous winters. When spring arrived I 
took my furs to New York and sold them, and I decided to go and see 
my family in Tennessee. My father met me at the station by accident. 
As we walked home he told me my dogs were 'dead, excepting Pudle, 
and he was getting gray. As we arrived I saw mother in the dining 
room. I made for her and hugged her so tight she had to tell me to 
quit, as I was hurting her. My sisters were all at home yet, and it was 
a joyful meeting. When night arrived, I whistled to old Pudle in 
the way I used to whistle when I started out for a hunt, and he 
pricked up his ears and came and smelt of me, and do you know, the 
old dog recognized me, and began to beg me to go hunting as he used 
to do. I was so impressed that I went hunting with him as I used to, 
and we had not gone long when he treed an opossum, and caught it 
and brought it home alive. As long as I staid at home, which was only 
two weeks, that old dog would beg me to go hunting. This is a plain 
incident that animals do remember. 
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