Again and again Teddy was certain he heard the stealthy tread of the strange hunter, or some prowling Indian, and his heart throbbed violently at the expected encounter.

Then, as the sound ceased, a sense of his utter loneliness came over him, and he pined for his old home in the States, which he had so lately left.
A tremulous wail, which came faintly through the silence of the boundless woods, reminded him that there were other inhabitants of the solitude besides human beings.

At such times, he drew nearer to the fire, as a child would draw near to a friend to shun an imaginary danger.
But, finally the drowsy god asserted himself, and the watcher passed off into a deep slumber.

His last recollection was a dim consciousness of hearing the tread of something near the camp-fire.

But his stupor was so great that he had not the inclination to arouse himself, and with his face buried in the leaves of his bushy couch, he quickly lost cognizance of all things, and floated off into the illimitable realms of sleep--Sleep, the sister of Death.
He came out of his heavy slumber from feeling something snuffing and clawing at his shoulder.