I'll stick to the woods, and if I can't stick to un I'll have to bide where I is till the snow stops.

I wonders now if Doctor Joe and David is out lookin' for me.

I'm not thinkin' they'd bide in the tent with me lost out here and they not knowin' where I is." When he was rested a little he arose, took his direction with the compass, and floundered on through the snow.
"They's sure out somewhere lookin' for me," he thought, "but 'tis snowin' so hard they never will find me! I'll have to keep goin' till I finds camp.

'Tis strange now I'm not comin' to the brook, 'tis wonderful strange.

I'm thinkin' though I were crossin' two meshes with the men in the night, and I've only been crossin' one goin' back to-day.