t last, and then with my knife I cut out the bar's tongue, and ate
it raw.

"I had satisfied one appetite, but another as bad, if not wusser,
troubled me. That war thirst--my throat war as dry as a corn cob, and
whar was the water to come from. It grew so bad at last that I thought
I would die of it. I drawed the bar nearer me, and cut his juglar to
see if thar war any relief from that quarter. Thar wan't. The blood
war froze up thick as liver. Not a drop would run.

"I lay coolin' my tongue on the blade o' my knife an' chawin' a bullet,
that I had taken from my pouch. I managed to put in the hul of the next
day this away, now and then shoutin' as hard as I could. Towards the
evenin' I grew hungry again, and ate a cut out o' the cheek o' the bar;
but I thought I would a-choked for want o' water.

"I put in the night the best way I could. I had the owls again for
company, and some varmint came up and smelt at the bars; but was
frightened at my voice, and run away again. I suppose it war a fox or
wolf, or some such thing, and but for me would a-made a meal off o' the
bar's carcass.

"I won't trouble you with my reflexshuns all that night; but I can
assure ye they war anything but pleasant. I thought of my ole mother,
who had nobody but me, and that helped to keep up my spirits. I
detarmined to cut away at the bar, and hold out as long as possible.

"As soon as day broke I set up my shoutin' again, restin' every fifeteen
minutes or so, and then takin' afresh start. About an hour after
sun-up, jest as I had finished a long spell o' screechin', I thought I
heerd a voice. I listened a bit with my heart thumpin' against my ribs.
Thar war no sound; I yelled louder than ever, and then listened. Thar
war a voice.

"`Damn ye! what are ye hollowin' about?' cried the voice.

"I again shouted `Holloa!'

"`Who the hell's thar?' inquired the voice.

"`Casey!' I called back, recognising the voice as that of a neighbour
who lives up the crik; `for God's sake this way.'

"`I'm a-comin',' he replied; `'Taint so easy to get through hyar--that
you, Redwood? What the hell's the matter? Damn this brush!'

"I heard my neighbour breakin' his way through the thicket, and strange
I tell ye all, but true it is, I couldn't believe I war goin' to get
clar even then until I seed Casey standin' in front o' me.

"Well, of coorse, I was now set free again, but couldn't put a foot to
the ground. Casey carried me home to th