"Right now I'm beginning
to recognize some familiar things around us. There is that chestnut
that has thrown out three young suckers. When it gets big, it will
make a land-mark worth talking about. I noticed it the last time I
was through these woods."
"Yes, like as not," grumbled Bud, who was very tired, "if the old
chestnut bug that's killing all the trees in the next county doesn't
get up here next year and put the kibosh on our fine nut trees for
keeps. Oh! look at that rabbit spin out of that brush pile! He's
on the jump, let me tell you! Hugh, I'm beginning to recognize some
things around here, too, that I remember must have been close to the
shack. There's the meadow clearing that I had in my mind when
choosing to come away up here to try out my latest wonder. Yes, and
as sure as anything, I can hear the singing of that little waterfall
just below the big spring."
"It seems to tell _me_ that I'm thirsty enough to stop and get a
drink before going on. The shack lies just back of that screen of
trees and bushes, anyway," Hugh remarked, as he turned slightly aside
and headed directly toward the quarter from whence that melodious
song arose.
Apparently Bud was of the same mind, for he instantly followed suit.
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