Look out for this 'ere cabin, and look out for yerself.

I'm a goin' to bring back a sick man, an' a little feller to play with ye.

Now, ole feller, won't that be jolly?
Ye must'n't make no noise when I come--understand ?" Turk wagged his tail in assent, and Jim departed, believing that his dog had understood every word as completely as if he were a man.
"Good-bye--here's hopin'," said Jim, waving his hand to Turk as he pushed his boat from the bank, and disappeared down the river.

The dog watched him until he passed from sight, and then went back to the cabin to mope away the period of his master's absence.
Jim sat in the stern of his little boat, guiding and propelling it with his paddle.

Flocks of ducks rose before him, and swashed down with a fluttering ricochet into the water again, beyond the shot of his rifle.
A fish-hawk, perched above his last year's nest, sat on a dead limb and watched him as he glided by.