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Besides, we had no window nor chimney to make, and we did not chink the logs, as that was not necessary for a stable in such a climate. Our horse would be warm enough without that; and Cudjo had made him a trough by hollowing out one of the tulip-trees. "From that time forth Pompo was regularly called every evening at sunset, and shut up in his stable.
"In the evening, we returned to our house, carrying with us, on the back of Pompo, a good-sized bag of salt. We had evaporated enough to cure our venison, and to last us for several weeks to come. When it should be used up, we knew where to go for more. There was no danger of the spring going dry.
We laid a floor in our cabin, and fenced a couple of fields one to plant our corn in, and the other to keep Pompo from straying off into the woods, and meeting with some animal that might feel inclined to devour him. We also succeeded in killing several red-deer and a couple of elk, which we stored up for our winter provision.
"I looked in the direction indicated by my companion. I saw Pompo standing by the root of a very large tree, looking upward, shaking his tail, and barking at intervals. Before I had time to make any farther observations Abe's voice again sounded in my ears. "`Gollies! it am a buttonwood!
Not that the weather rendered it at all necessary for Pompo so our horse was called to sleep under a roof; but we were fearful lest some beast of prey, prowling about by night, should fancy him as the carcajou had fancied our poor ox. "The stable was only a two days' job as we built it out of logs already cut, and roofed it with the refuse of our clap-boards.
Pompo was saddled and bridled; a lazo was made out of raw-hide ropes; and in less than three days the whole caballada of wild horses eleven in all was shut up in our park. "Now, my friends, I fear I have quite tired you with our adventures. I might relate many more, and perhaps, at some future time, may do so.
Mary and the two little ones rode in the cart, upon a soft seat made of palmetto leaves and Spanish moss. Pompo, who appeared to partake of the general happiness, whisked the vehicle along as if there had been nobody in it, and he was only drawing it for his own amusement.
It was our intention to carry the kettle up to the salt stream, and there manufacture the article as that would be more convenient than to bring the water down to the house. This piece of work we laid out for the next day. Meanwhile, as it was not yet near night, we caught Pompo, and set off again to bring home our black-tails.
Clayley and myself entered the inclosure. As we pushed through a copse we were saluted by the hoarse bark of a couple of mastiffs, and we could perceive several forms moving in front of the rancho. We stopped a moment to observe them. "Quitate, Carlo! Pompo!" "Papa, mandalos!" We recognised the voices, and pressed forward. "Afuera, malditos perros! abajo!"
"`Oh! then, said Harry, `shall we not go up to the mountain, and see about it? An excursion to the mountain would be so very pleasant. Don't you think so, papa? "`I do, indeed, I replied; `and as soon as we can make a cart for Pompo, so as to be able to take mamma and the children along with us, we shall go there.
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