He's makin' off now.' We heard then a great crackling of dead brush on the mountain above us.
It grew fainter as we listened.

In a little while the woods were silent.
'It's the ol' man o' the woods,' said Uncle Eb.

'E's out takin' a walk.' 'Will he hurt folks ?' I enquired.
'Tow!' he answered, 'jest as harmless as a kitten.'.