Evening star., 1940-01-11

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myself up by hanging onto the tree
1t sounds funny, but I wasn't glad
another day had come. I was sorry,
because I had to walk some more
and my feet were so sore and COW
cred with cuts and bites that every
step made me yell out. That was
at first, but a person can get used
to anything, I guess. After my feet
got warmed up it wasn't so bad.
would stop, now and then, when
I found a patch of wet, green moss,
and just stand in it. Boy, it felt
good!
The little chipmunk seemed to
want company, too. for he followed
me like dog, only he went along in
the trees over my head. He kept
chattering all the time. He was
pretty little fellow and I wondered
why he went so far with me.
CA study of Donn's wanderings
brings only astonishment at the
amount of mileage covered by the
boy each day. The distance from
Baxter Park, down the North Peaks
Trail to Wassataquoik Stream and,
following it. to Lunksoos Camp. is
approximately 48 miles. But the
guides who heard Donn's story and
re-created the route he must have
followed estimate that the boy COW
cred at least twice this distance
perhaps, three times-making from
10 to IA miles a day over difficult
wilderness terrain)
Finds Abandoned Cabin.
hadn't gone far along that tote
road. maybe or miles, when I
knew was coming to cabin. First,
I saw pile of tin cans, sort of
dump, but the cans were all rusted.
and you couldn't tell what kind Of
cans they were.
I stood and looked at them. Even
a rusty tin can looks good to fellow
lost in the woods. It shows that
some one else has been there ahead
of him. Not far from the pile of tin
cans I saw some rusty iron barrel
hoops hanging over a limb. and then
the road turned and I came right
out onto a clearing.
Christmas! That was a glad mo-
ment for me. I was kind of stopped
over, I was so tired, and I thought
sure some one would come running
out of a door and say, Hello, where
did you come from!" But nobody
did.
I stopped a while and looked
things over. The cabin was made of
logs and the bark had partly peeled
off, but the door was closed with a
latch-at least that's how remem-
ber it. There wasn't any bacon
smell, like you generally find around
camps. Then knew what had hap
pened. The camp was deserted and
I wasn't much better of than before
I found it. Still, there was house
there and a fellow might find some
thing to eat on a shelf, something
some one had forgotten-a can of
beans, maybe, or evaporated milk.
Boy, wouldn't that be good-a can
of beans!
But When He Got There"
I hurried as fast as I could. I
lifted the latch and the door almost
fell off its hinges. That scared me
and I pushed it open, slowly, and
peeked in. I didn't know what was
in there-a porcupine, maybe, or a
skunk. There wasn't anything like
that, but how that door did squeak!
The inside of the house had a funny,
musty smell. There was a bunk
along one side, but it was empty.
There was bed, too, with a mat
tress on it and a rough blanket
covering the bottom. That bed
looked good to me but I was so
hungry that I went straight to the
cupboard.
There were cans on the shelves.
One was brown match box, but it
was empty. I opened another can
coffee. I opened another can-salt.
I opened another can-empty. They
were all empty after that. but I
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