cre-e-ep

Updated: May 22, 2025

Soon as I spoke he lifted his hand with a warning 'Sh h! The murmur of the stream was in our ears. Kneeling on a mossy knoll we baited the hooks; then Uncle Eb beckoned to me. I came to him on tiptoe. 'See thet there foam 'long side o' the big log? he whispered, pointing with his finger. I nodded. 'Cre-e-ep up jest as ca-a-areful as ye can, he went on whispering.

Irving Bacheller - Eben Holden, a tale of the north country