waugh-ho-o-o-o

Updated: May 25, 2025

There it is, at the foot of the tent-pole. Wonder if it is loaded? "Waugh-ho! Waugh-ho-o-o-o!" The boy springs from his blankets like a cat, and peeps out between the tent-flaps. There sits Enos, in the shelter of a leaning tree by the fire, with his head thrown back and a bottle poised at his mouth. His lonely eye is cocked up at a great horned owl on the branch above him.

Henry Van Dyke - Little Rivers; a book of essays in profitable idleness