The dog Tiger had retreated to the back of the camp-fire, where he lay
blissfully snoozing; but at a booming "Whoop-ee!" from his master, which
formed a prelude to the following verses, he shot up like a rocket, and
manifested all his former signs of excitement.

"Dey's a big fat goose whar de turkey roos'--
Ketch him, Tiger, ketch him!
En de goose--he say,
'Hit'll soon be day,
En I got no feders fer ter give away!'
Oh, ketch him, Tiger, ketch him!

"Ketch him, oh, ketch him,
Run ter de roos' en fetch him!
He ain't gwine tell
On de dinner bell--
Ketch him, Tiger, ketch him!"

"Scoot 'long to bed now, you yonkers, or ye'll look like spooks
to-mo-oh! Hit's day a'ready," cried the singer directly he had whooped
out his last note.

And the "yonkers," nothing loath, for they had finished their repast,
sprang up to obey him.

"Isn't it a comfort that we haven't any trouble of undressing and
getting into our bedclothes, fellows?" Cyrus said, as they reached the
wangen, and prepared to throw themselves upon the fragrant camp-bed of
fresh green pine-boughs, which made the bark hut smell more healthily