opening right in front of us I could see a broad level of shining water； and the great green mountain on the further shore seemed to be up to its belly in the sea。
'Hello there！' said Uncle Eb； 'here we are at Lake Champlain。'
I could hear the fire crackling and smell the odour of steeping tea。
'Ye flopped 'round like a fish in thet basket；' said Uncle Eb。 ''Guess ye must a been drearnin' O' bears。 Jumped so ye scairt me。 Didn't know but I had a wil' cat on my shoulders。'
Uncle Eb had taken a fish…line out of his pocket and was tying it to a rude pole that he had cut and trinmed with his jack…knife。
'I've found some crawfish here；' he said； 'an' I'm goin' t' try fer a bite on the p'int O' rocks there。'
'Goin' t' git some fish； Uncle Eb？' I enquired。
'Wouldn't say't I was； er wouldn't say't I wasn't；' he answered。 'Jes goin' t' try。'
Uncle Eb was always careful not to commit himself on a doubtful point。 He had fixed his hook and sinker in a moment and then we went out on a rocky point nearby and threw off into the deep water。 Suddenly Uncle Eb gave a jerk that brought a groan out of him and then let his hook go down again； his hands trembling； his face severe。
'By mighty！ Uncle Eb；' he murtered to himself； 'I thought we hed him thet time。'
He jerked again presently； and then I could see a tug on the line that made me jump。 A big fish came thrashing into the air in a minute。 He tried to swing it ashore； but the pole bent and the fish got a fresh hold of the water and took the end of the pole under。 Uncle Eb gave it a lift then that brought it ashore and a good bit of water with it。 I remember how the fish slapped me with its wet tail and sprinkled my face shaking itself between my boots。 It was a big bass and in a little while we had three of them。 Uncle Eb dressed them and laid them over the fire on a gridiron of green birch； salting them as they cooked。 I remember they went with a fine relish and the last of our eggs and bread and butter went with them。
Our breakfast over； Uncle Eb made me promise to stay with Fred and the basket while he went away to find a man who could row us across。 In about an hour I heard a boat coming and the dog and I went out on the point of rocks where we saw Uncle Eb and another man； heading for us； half over the cove。 The bow bumped the rocks beneath us in a minute。 Then the stranger dropped his oars and stood staring at me and the dog。
'Say； mister；' said he presently； 'can't go no further。 There's a reward offered fer you an' thet boy。'
Uncle Eb called him aside and was talking to him a long time。
I never knew what was said； but they came at last and took us into the boat and the stranger was very friendly。
When we had come near the landing on the 'York State' side； I remember he gave us our bearmgs。
'Keep t' the woods；' he said； 'till you're out o' harm's way。 Don't go near the stage road fer a while。 Ye'll find a store a little way up the mountain。 Git yer provisions there an' about eighty rod farther ye'll strike the trail。 It'll take ye over the mountain north an' t' Paradise Road。 Then take the white church on yer right shoulder an' go straight west'
I would not have remembered it so well but for the fact that Uncle Eb wrote it all down in his account book and that has helped me over many a slippery place in my memory of those events。 At the store we got some crackers and cheese； tea and coffee； dried beef and herring； a bit of honey and a loaf of bread that was sliced and buttered before it was done up。 We were off in the woods by nine o'clock； according to Uncle Eb's diary； and I remember the trail led us into thick brush where I had to get out and walk a long way。 It was smooth under foot； however； and at noon we came to a slash in the timber； full of briars that were all aglow with big blackberries。 We filled our hats with them and Uncle Eb found a spring； beside which we built a fire and had a memorable meal that made me glad of my hunger。
Then we spread the oilcloth and lay down for another sleep。 We could see the glow of the setting sun through the tree…tops when we woke； and began our packing。
'We'll hev t' hurry；' said Uncle Eb； 'er we'll never git out o' the woods t'night 'S 'bout six mile er more t' Paradise Road； es I mek it。 Come； yer slower 'n a toad in a tar barrel。'
We hurried off on the trail and I remember Fred looked very crestfallen withtwo big packages tied to his collar。 He delayed a bit by trying to shake them off； but Uncle Eb gave him a sharp word or two and then he walked along very thoughtfully。 Uncle Eb was a little out of patience that evening； and I thought he bore down too harshly in his rebuke of the old dog。
'You shif'less cuss；' he said to him； 'ye'd jes' dew nothin' but chase squirrels an' let me break my back t' carry yer dinner。'
It was glooming fast in the thick timber； and Uncle Eb almost ran with me while the way was plain。 The last ringing note of the wood thrush had died away and in a little while it was so dark I could distinguish nothing but the looming mass of tree tranks。
He stopped suddenly and strained his eyes in the dark。 Then he whistled a sharp； sliding note； and the sound of it gave me some hint of his trouble。
'Git down； Willie；' said he； 'an' tek my hand。 I'm 'fraid we're lost here 'n the big woods。'
We groped about for a minute； trying to find the trail。
'No use；' he said presently； 'we'll hev t' stop right here。 Oughter known berter 'n t' come through s' near sundown。 Guess it was more 'n anybody could do。'
He built a fire and began to lay out a supper for us then； while Fred sat down by me to be relieved of his bundles。 Our supper was rather dry； for we had no water； but it was only two hours since we left the spring； so we were not suffering yet Uncle Eb took out of the fire a burning brand of pine and went away into the gloomy woods； holding it above his head； while Fred and I sat by the fire。
''S lucky we didn't go no further；' he said； as he came in after a few …minutes。 'There's a big prec'pice over yender。 Dunno how deep 't is。 Guess we'd a found out purty soon。'
He cut some boughs of hemlock； growing near us； and spread them in a little hollow。 That done； we covered them with the oilcloth； and sat down comfortably by the fire。 Uncle Eb had a serious look and was not inclined to talk or story telling。 Before turning in he asked me to kneel and say my prayer as I had done every evening at the feet of my mother。 I remember； clearly； kneeling before my old companion and hearing the echo of my small voice there in the dark and lonely woods。
I remember too； and even more clearly； how he bent his head and covered his eyes in that brief moment。 I had a great dread of darkness and imagined much evil of the forest； but somehow I had no fear if he were near me。 When we had fixed the fire and lain down for the night on the fragrant hemlock and covered ourselves with the shawl； Uncle Eb lay on one side of me and old Fred on the other； so I felt secure indeed。 The night had many voices there in the deep wood。 Away in the distance I could hear a strange； wild cry； and I asked what it was and Uncle Eb whispered back；' 's a loon。' Down the side of the mountain a shrill bark rang in the timber and that was a fox； according to my patient oracle。 Anon we heard the crash and thunder of a falling tree and a murmur that followed in the wake of the last echo。
'Big tree fallin'！' said Uncle Eb； as he lay gaping。 'It has t' break a way t' the ground an' it must hurt。 Did ye notice how the woods tremble？ If we was up above them we could see the hole thet tree hed made。 Jes' like an open grave till the others hev filed it with their tops。'
My ears had gone deaf with drowsiness when a quick stir in the body of Uncle Eb brought me back to my senses。 He was up on his elbow listening and the firelight had sunk to a glimmer。 Fred lay shivering and growling beside me。 I could hear no other sound。
'Be still；' said Uncle Eb； as he boxed the dog's ears。 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。 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。'
Chapter 3
Naturally there were a good many things I wanted to know about 'the ol' man o' the woods；' but Uncle Eb would take no part in any further conversation。
So I had to lie down beside him again and think out the problem as best I could。 My mind was never more acutely conscious and it gathered many strange impressions； wandering in the kingdom of Fear； as I looked up at the tree…tops。 Uncle Eb had built a furious fire and the warmth of it made me sleepy at last。 Both he and old Fred had been snoring a long time when I ceased to hear them。 Uncle Eb woke me at daylight； in the morning； and said we must be off to find the trail。 He left me by the fire a little while and went looking on all sides and came back no wiser。 We were both thirsty and started off on rough footing； without stopping to eat。 We climbed and crawled for hours； it seemed to me； and everywhere the fallen tree trunks were heaped in our way。 Uncle Eb sat down on one of them awhile to rest。
'Like the bones o' the dead；' said he； as he took a chew of tobacco and picked at the rotten skeleton of a fallen tree。 We were both pretty well out of breath and of hope also； if I remember rightly； when we rested again under the low hanging boughs of a basswood for a bite of luncheon。 Uncle Eb opened the little box of honey and spread some of it on our bread and butter。 In a moment I noticed that half a dozen bees had lit in the open box。
'Lord Harry！ here's hon