Because what do _they_ know about tracks? Who ever heard of a
cow with feet like a cat? _Good night!_ And, besides, often it turns cut
that scouts are right. You wait and see.
Now the things I bought I had in a kind of a flat bundle and I hung it over
my back, because I like to have my hands free. What's the use of wasting
your hands? You'll never find anything out with your back; all your back
is good for, is bundles.
I didn't have any adventures on the way back, till I got to that spring
house in the woods. I was in such a hurry that I didn't even notice the
tracks again. That's how much I was afraid of them.
When I got to the spring house, I went in for a drink of water, and believe
me, it was good. I squeezed in, instead of opening the door wide, because
it scraped so hard on the ground that it was easier to do that than to open
it; and I did the same coming out.
I was just going to start along the path again, when I got a good idea.
That's just the way you get them, sudden like. I decided to shinny up a
tree that was there and see if I couldn't squint our camp over in the west,
because if I could once see it, maybe I'd be able to get to it by a shorter
way than by the path.
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