That big house at the foot o' the hill is Dave Brower's.

He's the richest man in the valley.' 'How do you happen t' be livin' here ?--if ye don't min' tellin' me,' Uncle Eb asked.
'Crazy,' said he; ''fraid uv everybody an' everybody's 'fraid o' me.
Lived a good long time in this way.

Winters I go into the big woods.

Got a camp in a big cave an' when I'm there I see a little daylight.

Here 'n the clearin' I'm only up in the night-time.