"I am strong for some hours' walking yet, and every day will take us nearer to the sea." "We need not carry our deer skins any farther," Ned said, throwing his down.

"We shall be sweltering under the heat tomorrow, below there." Even before they halted for the night, the vegetation had assumed a tropical character, for they had already descended some five thousand feet.
"I wish we could contrive to make a fire tonight," Ned said.
"Why ?" Tom asked.

"I am bathed in perspiration, now." "We shall not want it for heat, but the chances are that there are wild beasts of all sorts in this forest." Ned's premises turned out correct, for scarcely had night fallen when they heard deep roarings, and lost no time in ascending a tree, and making themselves fast there, before they went to sleep.
In the morning they proceeded upon their journey.

After walking a couple of hours, Ned laid his arm upon Tom's shoulder.
"Hush!" he whispered.

"Look there." Through the trees, at a short distance off, could be seen a stag.
He was standing, gazing intently at a tree, and did not appear to have heard their approach.
"What can he be up to ?" Tom whispered.