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Updated: June 17, 2025
"I'll tell you what, now; he's going to resort to his clever dodge of 'barking a tree. There never was a general yet who could beat a coon for strategy in making a retreat." The forest surrounding the eminence on which Uncle Eb's camp was situated consisted mostly of pines, with here and there the brilliant autumn foliage of a maple or birch showing amid the evergreens.
As we were nearing it there was some excitement among the dogs and one of them tackled Fred. He went into battle very promptly, the wagon jumping and rattling until it turned bottom up. Re-enforced by Uncle Eb's cane he soon saw the heels of his aggressor and stood growling savagely.
"But, Deforrest, don't you think if you talked to Ebenezer, he'd see things differently?" "I'm afraid not," said he, adjusting Mrs. Waldstricker's furs. "You see, Eb's always had his own way in most things, and I can't take any other position about Tess, and I won't." "I wish you would come home with me," sighed Mrs. Waldstricker, when her brother was tucking the sleigh robe about her.
Flanders!" called Snider, again, "you must come and help us. There is water in this boat, we are in danger of sinking!" "Yes, go an' help him," shouted the Captain, "an' take that crowd of numbskulls with you." Eb's boat the only one of the four under sail had drawn well ahead of us. His "crowd of numbskulls" consisted of three men, among whom was Justin of the fan-like ears.
And, hearing the boil of the sap and the crackle of the burning logs in the arch, I soon went asleep. I remember feeling Uncle Eb's hand upon my cheek, and how I rose and stared about me in the fading shadows of a dream as he shook me gently. 'Wake up, my boy, said he. 'Come, we mus' put fer home. The fire was out. The old man held a lantern as he stood before me, the blaze flickering.
Sprague ran up his jib, and maneuvered his boat alongside the "Hoppergrass" again, this time with a view to letting the Captain, Ed, and Jimmy come aboard. Out of regard for the paint, however, they finally came in the tender. About the same time we saw Eb's boat, towing the disabled dory, set out in the direction of Rogers's Island.
Then light appeared through a jagged hole just over a string which was stretched across one corner of the cabin, and from which dangled sundry articles of camp bric-a-brac, mostly of a tinny nature, with Uncle Eb's last morsel of "pork. "By all that's glorious! it's a coon," breathed Cyrus, but so softly that his companions did not hear.
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