They was a crick about a hundred yards from our
house, in the woods, and I went over there and laid
down and watched it run by. I laid awful still,
thinking I wisht I was away from that town. Purty
soon a squirrel comes down and sets on a log and
watches me. I throwed an acorn at him, and he
scooted up a tree quicker'n scatt. And then I
wisht I hadn't scared him away, fur it looked like
he knowed I was in trouble. Purty soon I takes a
swim, and comes out and lays there some more,
spitting into the water and thinking what shall
I do now, and watching birds and things mov-
ing around, and ants working harder'n ever I
would agin unless I got better pray fur it, and these
here tumble bugs kicking their loads along hind
end to.
After a while it is getting along toward noon, and
I'm feeling hungry. But I don't want to have no
more trouble with Hank, and I jest lays there. I
hearn two men coming through the underbrush.
I riz up on my elbow to look, and one of them was
Doctor Kirby and the other was Looey, only Looey
wasn't an Injun this morning.
They sets down on the roots of a big tree a little
ways off, with their backs toward me, and they
ain't seen me. So nacherally I listened to what
they was jawing about. They was both kind o'
mad at the hull world, and at our town in pertic'ler,
and some at each other, too.
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