I was happy but dimly conscious of a change.
I remember how Bill beat the venison steak, which he had brought in his pack basket, with the head of his ax, adding a strip of bacon and a pinch of salt, now and then, until the whole was a thick mass of pulp which he broiled over the hot coals.

I remember, too, how delicious it was.
We ate and packed and got into the boats and fished along down the river.

At Seaver's we hitched up our team and headed homeward.

When we drove into the dooryard Aunt Deel came and helped me out of the buggy and kissed my cheek and said she had been "terrible lonesome." Mr.
Wright changed his clothes and hurried away across country with his share of the fish on his way to Canton.
"Well, I want to know!--ayes! ain't they beautiful! ayes!" Aunt Deel exclaimed as Uncle Peabody spread the trout in rows on the wash-stand by the back door.
"I've got to tell you something," I said.
"What is it ?" she asked.
"I heard him say naughty words." "What words ?" "I--I can't say `em.

They're wicked.