I ate that bread up, hard as it was, and nuthin' ever tasted sweeter." "You're right," returned Dick.

"The folks in the city who don't know what to get to tickle their appetite ought to go hungry a few times.
Then I'm sure they'd appreciate what they got." The midday meal finished, they lost no time in repacking the sled load and starting up the river once more.

The stream was now wider than before, and presently spread out into a small lake.
"This is known as Tillard's Pond," said John Barrow.

"Feller named Gus Tillard built his cabin over yonder, about ten years ago.

He went out bar-huntin' one day, and Mr.Bar came along and chewed him up." "Gracious! Then there must be pretty ugly customers in this vicinity," exclaimed Sam, with a shiver.
"Not so many as there used to be.