Each of them had a large bag, and Harry carried his gun, for who could tell what they might meet with?
A mink, perhaps, or a fox, or even a beaver! They had a long walk, but it was through the woods, and there was always something to see in the woods.

In a couple of hours, for they stopped very often, they reached a little valley, through which ran Crooked Creek.

And on the banks of Crooked Creek were plenty of sumac-bushes.

This place was at some distance from any settlement, and apparently had not been visited by sumac gatherers.
"Hurra!" cried Kate, "here is enough to fill a thousand bags!" Harry leaned his gun against a tree, and hung up his shot and powder flasks, and they both went to work gathering sumac.

There was plenty of it, but Kate soon found that what they saw would not fill a thousand bags.