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I am afraid that I was not overburdened with either,
or I might have gone to bed with a full stomach too, instead of
chewing the last of the windfall apples that had been my diet on
my two days' trip; but if he slept as peacefully under the slab
as I slept on it, he was doing well. I had for once a dry bed, and
brownstone keeps warm long after the sun has set. The night dews
and the snakes, and the dogs that kept sniffing and growling half
the night in the near distance, had made me tired of sleeping in
the fields. The dead were much better company. They minded their
own business, and let a fellow alone.
[Illustration: "The dead were much better company"]
Before sun-up I was on the tow-path looking for a job. Mules were
in demand there, not men. The drift caught me once more, and toward
evening cast me up at a country town then called Little Washington,
now South River. How I got there I do not now remember. My diary
from those days says nothing about it. Years after, I went back
over that road and accepted a "lift" from a farmer going my way.


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