095) never could quite satisfy themselves as to what we were.

Many is the time we have been awakened out of sleep in the morning by the sniffings and sighings of a cow, who poked round my tent until I thought she had the intention of swallowing us up after the manner in which the cow disposed of Tom Thumb.

At such times I would turn Philo loose upon the intruder.

Philo used to suffer at night from the cold, and would wake me up by insisting upon burrowing his way down into my tightly laced valise.

There he would sleep till he got so hot that he woke me up again burrowing his way out.