Nobody else would come a-hunting after me.
I got my traps out of the canoe and made me a nice camp in the thick woods.

I made a kind of a tent out of my blankets to put my things under so the rain couldn't get at them.

I catched a catfish and haggled him open with my saw, and towards sundown I started my camp fire and had supper.

Then I set out a line to catch some fish for breakfast.
When it was dark I set by my camp fire smoking, and feeling pretty well satisfied; but by and by it got sort of lonesome, and so I went and set on the bank and listened to the current swashing along, and counted the stars and drift logs and rafts that come down, and then went to bed; there ain't no better way to put in time when you are lonesome; you can't stay so, you soon get over it.
And so for three days and nights.

No difference--just the same thing.
But the next day I went exploring around down through the island.