The big boys laughed boisterously. “Ye’ll nuver git to no railroad goin’ that-a-way. Thar’s the way ye want ter go,” said one, pointing off at a slightly 53 different angle, which made the greatest difference in the boy’s ultimate destination.
Steve looked doubtfully, but when he reflected a moment he remembered that he really did not know positively in what direction to go.
“Is that so?” he inquired looking earnestly at the boys.
“Hit shore is,” returned both of them.
“How fur is it?” asked Steve.
“Oh, ’tain’t fur,” said one of the boys; “ye ought ter git thar before night easy. You go straight as a crow flies that-a-way,” pointing as he had before, “and ye’ll come to the railroad tracks. Ye can’t miss hit fer ye’re bound to cross ’em, an’ ef ye go straight, lack I tell ye, ye’ll be right at the station.”
The boy on the moving wagon had described the railroad tracks to him, so Steve started off feeling reassured, and it never occurred to him that any one could be mean enough to misdirect him. It was a pity the echoes from the boisterous laughter of the boys when he was out of hearing could not have reached the little traveller’s ears, but they did not, and Steve pressed on with good spirits feeling that he was almost in sight of his goal with less than a day’s journey before him.
He turned at once from the road and went on and on, knowing as well as the crow how to keep straight 54 with the compass, although like the crow he had never heard of one. The straight path took him quickly into the wilderness, but that did not dismay him as wilderness travel had become most familiar to him. At noon he began to feel so empty, he longed for just a little piece of corn bread. And then remembering that the mother thought he’d get something to eat on the road he began looking cheerfully for the smoke of a cabin somewhere. He had been vaguely disappointed at striking no road anywhere, but he had not asked the boys any particulars as to the route. Everything so far in his journeying had been unexpected, and the possibilities of routes were so totally unknown to him that he had started on again, as when he left home, unquestioning.
The empty stomach continued to cry loudly for food as the afternoon wore on, and no cabin smoke gave token of life anywhere. He did not suffer from thirst for mountain streams and springs were abundant. He pressed bravely forward, cheering himself with the thought that the boys had said he would come to the tracks before dark. But twilight began creeping in among the forest trees and still no tracks were in sight. Anxiously he listened for the terrible yet thrilling rush of a train which he remembered so well. He ought to be in hearing distance of them by now. But nothing broke the forest stillness 55 save the twitter and song of birds, the scurrying of rabbits or frisking of squirrels with occasionally the sound of some larger animal in the underbrush.
Finally night fell with the poor boy straining his anxious eyes for the shining tracks of which he had heard. He forced his aching limbs along till suddenly, with a quivering sob, his strength seemed all to go and he sank upon the ground in a pitiful heap. He was too exhausted to think and in a few moments was sound asleep.