They were just outside the palisade, and it was a beautiful day, in early spring.

Already kindly nature was smoothing over the cruel scars made by the axes in the forest, and the village within the palisade began to have the comfortable look of home.
"Do you know what the Big Bone Lick is, Henry ?" asked Paul eagerly.
"No," replied Henry, wondering at his chum's excitement.
"Why it's the most wonderful place in all the world!" said Paul, jumping up and down in his wish to tell quickly.

"There was a hunter here last winter who spoke to me about it.

I didn't believe him then, it sounded so wonderful, but Mr.Pennypacker says it's all true.

There's a great salt spring, boiling out of the ground in the middle of a kind of marsh, and all around it, for a long distance, are piled hundreds of large bones, the bones of gigantic animals, bigger than any that walk the earth to-day." "See here, Paul," said Henry scornfully, "you can't stuff my ears with mush like that.