I was out of bed in a twinkling, plunged into the nice dress boots, snatched my gun from the wall and was off into the thicket.

I soon found the trail and after that lynx I went.

The dogs led me further and further into the depths of the forest and the further I went the more fiery grew the pursuit.

Once or twice I had a sort of feeling that I had forgotten something at home, and I felt myself all over, but no, powder horn, pipe case, tobacco pouch, flint, steel--everything was there.

So on I went further and further.