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the side of bacon; then the whisky jug; I took all the coffee and sugar there

was, and all the ammunition; I took the wadding; I took the bucket and gourd,

I took a dipper and a tin cup, and my old saw and two blankets, and the skillet

and the coffee-pot. I took fish-lines and matches and other things -- everything

that was worth a cent. I cleaned out the place. I wanted an axe, but there

wasn't any, only the one out at the wood pile, and I knowed why I was going to

leave that. I fetched out the gun, and now I was done.

I had wore the ground a good deal, crawling out of the hole and dragging out

so many things. So I fixed that as good as I could from the outside by scattering

dust on the place, which covered up the smoothness and the sawdust. Then I

fixed the piece of log back into its place, and put two rocks under it and one

against it to hold it there,-for it was bent up at that place, and didn't quite

touch ground. If you stood four or five foot away and didn't know it was sawed,

you wouldn't ever notice it; and besides, this was the back of the cabin and it

warn't likely anybody would go fooling around there.

It was all grass clear to the canoe; so I hadn't left a track. I followed

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