Evening star., 1940-01-12
THE SIXTH DAY.

My feet felt warm and safe and
even my toes softened little as I
fell asleep. That was early morning.
When I woke up. the sun was
way down on the other side. I
had slept all day, and boy, did I
feel good! I sat up and wondered
what to do next, then I noticed
something was the matter with the
backs of my legs. They smarted
and panied as though I had sat
down on hot Goals. I got up and
examined them. The skin was as
red as paint and all hot and fiery
looking. Lying there in the sun
for so many hours had given me the
worst sunburn I ever had. After
that, for long time. I found it more
comfortable to keeping going than
to sit down to rest. I put on my
REFER and threw the blanket over
my arm. 1t was awfully heavy. but
I had to have 1t. I remember I
carried it long way.
Just as the sun was sinking I
came around a bend in the tote road
and saw something that made my
heart jump with joy. There, right
in front of me was a telephone
wire nailed to trees. I shouted and
danced and laughed and then I
cried some. was saved at last. All
I had to do was follow 1t. It would
lead me straight to some camp. I
looked at the wire. It didn't seem
too old. Since it led into the tote
road at that point, I decided to
keep going just as was. Boy, the
sight of that wire running along
ahead of me gave me lot Of cour-
age and cheered me up a good
deal.
A Torturing Dream.
That night 1 crawled under a
down tree and curled up in my
blanket. I didn't feel so bad. But
I was hungry, my head felt hot
and had queer dreams. I dreamed
I was IN New York automat with
a lot Of nickels in my hand.
I'd put in a nickel and down
would drop the door on a ham
sandwich. Then a hand would
reach in over my shoulder and take
the sandwich. I'd move on to a
big piece of lemon meringue pie
and drop in nickel. Down would
drop the door and, before I could
reach in, a hand would go across
my shoulder and take the pie Pretty
soon I had used up all my nickels
and hadn't had thing to eat. That
was pretty tough and I wanted to
get mad, but I couldn't. I just
went out for some more nickels.
I woke up after that dream and
stayed awake long time. The
wind was making noises in the
trees-like a storm coming. didn't
like the sound of that wind. 1t
wasn't friendly, like the cheeping Of
the chipmunk. Pretty soon I knew
the dawn was coming. Creatures
began to move in the forest. I
couldn't see them, but they were
all about me. I closed my eyes
and wished night would stay for
ever. I never was glad to have the
day come.
Finds More Berries.
Suddenly I heard a chipmunk
cheeping over my head. I opened
my eyes and there he was, the same
chipmunk had seen the morning
before. I knew he was the same
one from the way he jerked his tail
and bent down and looked at me.
AS soon as the road was light
enough to travel over I got up and
folded my blanket and started on.
First, though, I said my prayers.
I prayed hard, too, and I felt that
God wanted me to get out-but He
wanted me to do it on my own legs.
I prayed and cried and hollered for
food, but nothing happened, so I
figured food wasn't so important,
after all. I'd find some Strawberries
and they would be enough. After
a while the tote road went up on
q higher level and I did find ber-
ries in a little open space-a few
and I spent a long time picking
and eating them.
After had eaten all I could find
I went on for long way. There
were high trees overhead most of
the time. I was down on my stom-
ach getting a drink from the stream
when I heard low hum. I listened.
1t sounded to me like an airplane,
but Christmas, no airplane would
fly over that timber. What for?
The humming grew into roar. I
tried to find an open spot. Maybe
If I could see that plane the pilot
could see me. I ran and ran. I
stumbled on the logs laid across
the road and fell. Then I went
lame and could only hop along on
one foot.
Cried When Plane Passed.
Pretty soon I knew I couldn't find
any place where I could see that
plane, so I stopped hopping and
listened. That plane just zoomed
right over my head and died away
across the trees. I knew then that
dad was looking for me. Things
must be pretty bad when they had
to get planes. I sat down beside
q tree and cried.
I must be lost for sure when
even a plane couldn't find me.
Maybe it was no use to 6 on. Maybe
there wasn't any camp for miles
and miles. Maybe that telephone
wire didn't 60 any place after all.
Maybe was following it the wrong
way to another abandoned camp.
Attire I'd cried a while I knelt down
and prayed. I wanted the plane to
come back. I wanted to hear the
noise of its motors-but it didn't
come back. I got up and went on,
still a little lame. Now and then
could see the sky. Clouds were
piling up and I felt it was going to
storm.
I picked up the blanket. It was
awfully heavy. It made me stag
ger. One end slipped down and !
stepped on it. and it tripped me up
I fell and hurt myself. I left the
blanket where it dropped and went
on. I had to find a camp that day
had to find it. I had to find it.
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