brush-camp

Updated: May 24, 2025

When he had reached the little brush-camp in which he had slept the previous night, he made a small fire, put a small tin pot on it, boiled some tea, broiled a venison steak, ate his supper, had several good laughs, took a long smoke, rolled himself round and round in his blanket, and went to sleep. Hours passed before Tom ventured to crawl forward and peer into the brush camp.

Edward William Thomson - Old Man Savarin and Other Stories