First I've hed hold of in a long time,' he whispered.
'What's the day o' the month ?' 'The twenty-fifth.' 'I must remember.

Where did you come from ?' Uncle Eb told him, briefly, the story of our going west 'Guess you'd never do me no harm--would ye ?' the man asked.

'Not a bit,' Uncle Eb answered.
Then he bade us goodbye, crossed the creaking floor and went away in the darkness.
'Sing'lar character!' Uncle Eb muttered.
I was getting drowsy and that was the last I heard.

In the morning we found a small pail of milk sitting near us, a roasted partridge, two fried fish and some boiled potatoes.

It was more than enough to carry us through the day with a fair allowance for Fred.