Folding the tent square he laid it between.

On this he set the stove, and packing the smaller bags around it, threw on the mantle.

As he laid the hitch and began to go around the pack, the crowd began to cheer: "Go it, Mose!" "He's been there before." "Well, I guess," said another.
Mose set his foot to the pack and "pinched" the hitch in front.

Nothing remained now but the pick, shovel, and coffee can.

The tools he crowded under the ropes on either side, tied the cans under the pack at the back and called Kintuck, "Come on, boy." The old horse with shining eyes drew near.