I wanted to go and look at a place right
about the middle of the island
that I'd found when I was exploring; so we started and soon got to it, because the island
was only three miles long and a quarter
of a mile wide.
This place was a tolerable
hill or ridge
about forty foot high. We had a rough time getting to the top, the sides were so steep
and the bushes so thick. We tramped and clumb around all over it, and by and by found a good big cavern
in the rock, most up to the top on the side towards Illinois. The cavern
was as big as two or three rooms bunched together, and Jim could stand up straight
in it. It was cool in there. Jim was for putting our traps in there right
away, but I said we didn't want to be climbing up and down there all the time.
Jim said if we had the canoe
hid in a good place, and had all the traps in the cavern
, we could rush there if anybody was to come to the island
, and they would never find us without dogs. And, besides, he said them little birds had said it was going to rain, and did I want the things to get wet?
So we went back and got the canoe
, and paddled up abreast
, and lugged all the traps up there. Then we hunted up a place close by to hide
in, amongst the thick willows. We took some fish off of the lines and set them again, and begun to get ready for dinner.
The door of the cavern
was big enough to roll a hogshead in, and on one side of the door the floor stuck out a little bit, and was flat and a good place to build a fire on. So we built it there and cooked dinner.