Don't git lost out thar in the woods, an' don't furgit your way back to this spot.

I'll wait right here in the boat and watch fur a deer.

One may come yet." Paul took his rifle and entered the woods.

It was his idea that he might find game farther up the little stream, and he followed its course, taking care to make no noise.

It was a fine moonlight night, and, keeping well within the shadow of the trees, he carefully watched the brook.