“How many deer, Jack?”
“Oh! we did not so much as start one,” he answered. And then asked, “Have you had anything to eat?”
On my reply, Jack said that he was glad, for he had just had his own supper in the kitchen. As we rowed back to camp, Jack fell asleep in the stern of the boat, while telling me how he had tramped in vain from early dawn till night.
Oh! how proud I felt next morning, when, after kindling the fire and putting on the kettle, I came back and found Jack still sleeping in the tent.
Dear old nervous Jack! who ever saw you asleep in daytime before?
Quick as the thought in my mind, he bounded up as freshly as one of
the deer of which he had been dreaming.
“Caught!” he said, the old quiet smile lighting up his face as he came out and fell to work getting breakfast.
When we had finished our meal and laughed over the adventures of the precious day, Jack set me to catching grasshoppers, while he prepared the fishing tackle.
I found my occupation quite lively for a sultry morning, and not without a certain amount of adventure, as I also discovered, for one ignorant of the precise difference between a grasshopper and a hornet.