There’s no place like home.
Pee-wee marched on ahead like a little soldier, munching an apple.
CHAPTER X
WE RETRACE OUR STEPS
He marched along the tracks for about half a mile, through the woods. As he went along I remembered what Uncle Jeb said, that the woods look different when you’re going in the opposite direction from which you came. He said the way a tree looks depends on where you stand. And it’s the same with hills and everything. So that’s why the woods only look familiar when you’re going the same way that you went before. That’s the reason for blazing trails.
Uncle Jeb says a person looks different front and back and it’s the same with woods. Pee-wee marched along back the same way we had come, very bold and sure.
After a while he said, “I don’t know why we don’t come to the turnpike.”
“Maybe it’s because it isn’t here,” I said.
“Are you sure you’re going the right way?” Bert asked him.
“Sure I’m sure,” he said; “only it’s longer than I thought it was.”
“Maybe it got stretched,” I said.