Paul frequently amused himself by startling a camp of negro fishermen.

They spear fish by the light of a fire they build close to the bank.

All he had to do in order to break up a camp was to float down quietly until the glare of the fire played on him, then stand up in the water and utter a few howls to attract the darkey's attention.
One sight of so hideous a figure in the rubber dress was enough.

Their fishing was adjourned for that night.
About three in the morning, Paul found himself far ahead of the press boat and made the forest ring with the echo of his bugle to wake Mr.
Brown up.

Two or three times he had to wait for the boat.