Western Neighbours — 274
“Where is your house?” asked a traveller in the depths of one of the “old solemn wildernesses” of the great West. “House! I ain’t got no house.” “Well, where do you live?” “I live in the woods, sleep on the great Government purchase, eat raw bear and wild turkey, and drink out of the Mississippi!” And he added—“It’s getting too thick with the folks out here. You’re the second man I’ve seen within the last month, and I hear there’s a whole family come in about fifty miles down the river. I’m going to put out into the woods again.”