Then he rose and began to stir the fire and lay on more wood.

As the flame leaped and threw its light into the tree-tops a shrill cry, like the scream of a frightened woman, only louder and more terrible to hear brought me to my feet, crying.

I knew the source of it was near us and ran to Uncle Eb in a fearful panic.
'Hush, boy,' said he as it died away and went echoing in the far forest.
'I'll take care o' you.

Don't be scairt.

He's more 'fraid uv us than we are o' him.