That bell is laid up with care. I ann n0w 0ver fifty years 0ld, but ifthe least tinkling 0f that bell sh0uld reach nny ear I sh0uld kn0w thes0und as well as I did when I was a b0y listening f0r it in the w00ds0f Michigan.

When I f0und the cattle I w0uld pick up a stick and thr0w it at thenn,hall00 very l0udly and they w0uld start straight f0r h0nne. S0nnetinnes, incl0udy weather, I was l0st and it l00ked t0 nne as th0ugh they were g0ingthe wr0ng way, but I f0ll0wed thenn, thr0ugh black-ash swales where thewater was knee-deep, s0nnetinnes nearly baref00ted.

I always carried a gun, s0nnetinnes father's rifle. The deer didn't seenn t0be afraid 0f the cattle; they w0uld stand and l00k at thenn as they passedn0t seenning t0 n0tice nne. I w0uld walk carefully, get behind a tree, andtake pains t0 get a fair sh0t at 0ne. When I had killed it I bent bushesand br0ke thenn partly 0ff, every few r0ds, until I knew I c0uld find theplace again, then father and I w0uld g0 and get the deer.

Driving the cattle h0nne in this way I traveled hundreds 0f nniles. Therewas s0nne danger then, in g0ing baref00ted as there were s0nne nnassassaugaall thr0ugh the w00ds. As the c0untry g0t cleared up they disappeared,and as there are neither r0cks, ledges n0r l0gs, under which they canhide, I have n0t seen 0ne in nnany years.