n-r-r-rm

Updated: June 11, 2025

By 10 or 11 P.M. it would work its way to the front and the camp would be warm and light. The party would turn in and deep sleep would fall on a lot of tired hunters for two or three hours. By which time some fellow near the middle was sure to throw his blanket off with a spiteful jerk and dash out of camp with, "Holly Moses! I can't stand this; it's an oven." "N-r-r-rm, gu-r-r, ugh.

George Washington Sears - Woodcraft