like monsters along the shore, half out of the water, half in; a
solitary heron starting up here and there, as you rounded some
point, and flapping disconsolately ahead till lost to view, or
standing like a gaunt spectre on the umbrageous side of the
mountain, his motionless form revealed against the dark green as
you passed; the trees and willows and alders that hemmed you in on
either side, and hid the fields and the farmhouses and the road
that ran near by,--these things and others aided the skimmed milk
to cast a gloom over my spirits that argued ill for the success of
my undertaking. Those rubber boots, too, that parboiled my feet and
were clogs of lead about them,--whose spirits are elastic enough to
endure them? A malediction upon the head of him who invented them!
Take your old shoes, that will let the water in and let it out
again, rather than stand knee-deep all day in these extinguishers.

I escaped from the river, that first night, and took to the woods,
and profited by the change. In the woods I was at home again, and
the bed of hemlock boughs salved my spirits. A cold spring run came
down off the mountain, and beside it, underneath birches and
hemlocks, I improvised my hearthstone. In sleeping on the ground it
is a great advantage to have a back-log; it braces and supports
you, and it is a bedfellow that will not grumble when, in the
middle of the night, you crowd sharply up against it. It serves to
keep in the warmth, also. A heavy stone or other point DE
RÉSISTANCE at your feet is also a help. Or, better still, scoop out
a little place in the earth, a few inches deep, so as to admit your
body from your hips to your shoulders; you thus get an equal
bearing the whole length of you. I am told the Western hunters and
guides do this. On the same principle, the sand makes a good bed,
and the snow. You make a mould in which you fit nicely. My berth