do."

"I'll not be gone more'n an hour," said Long Jim, picking up his
rifle confidently, and flitting away among the woods.

" Not likely he'll see anything," said Shif'less Sol, but I'd
shorely like to know what White Lightning is about. He must be
terrible stirred up by them beatin's he got down on the Ohio, an'
they say that Mohawk, Thayendanegea is a whoppin' big chief, too.
They'll shorely make a heap of trouble."

"But both of them are far from here just now," said Henry, "and
we won't bother about either."

He was lying on some leaves at the foot of a tree with his arm
under his head and his blanket over his body. He had a
remarkable capacity for dismissing trouble or apprehension, and
just then he was enjoying great physical and mental peace. He
looked through half closed eyes at his comrades, who also were
enjoying repose, and his fancy could reproduce Long Jim in the
forest, slipping from tree to tree and bush to bush, and finding
no menace.

"Feels good, doesn't it, Henry?" said the shiftless one. " I like
a clean, bold country like this. No more plowin' around in
swamps for me."

Yes," said Henry sleepily, " it's a good country."

The hour slipped smoothly by, and Paul said: