Here the Dutchman said "Good-bye: Coom again some noder time."
Skookum saluted the farmer with a final growl, then Rolf and
Quonab were left alone in the wilderness.
It was after sundown, so they set about camping for the night. A
wise camper always prepares bed and shelter in daylight, if
possible. While Rolf made a fire and hung the kettle, Quonab
selected a level, dry place between two trees, and covered it
with spruce boughs to make the beds, and last a low tent was made
by putting the lodge cover over a pole between the trees. The
ends of the covers were held down by loose green logs quickly cut
for the purpose, and now they were safe against weather.
Tea, potatoes, and fried pork, with maple syrup and hard-tack,
made their meal of the time, after which there was a long smoke.
Quonab took a stick of red willow, picked up-in the daytime, and
began shaving it toward one end, leaving the curling shreds still
on the stick. When these were bunched in a fuzzy mop, he held
them over the fire until they were roasted brown; then, grinding
all up in his palm with some tobacco, and filling his pipe he
soon was enveloped in that odour of woodsy smoke called the
"Indian smell," by many who do not know whence or how it comes.
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