"It's the horses walking on the ground-always sounds that way
in the night," I answered.
Again I was almost asleep when Ollie took hold of my arm, and
said, "What's that?"
[Illustration: Effect of a Strange Noise]
I once more listened, and recognized a peculiar creaking
noise as that made by the horses cropping off the grass. I
explained to Ollie, and then dropped off sound asleep. I don't
know how long it was, but after some time I was again roused up
by a nervous shake.
"Listen to that," whispered Ollie. "What can it be?"
I sat up cautiously and listened. It was a strange, rattling,
unearthly sound, which I could not account for any better than
Ollie.
"It's a bear," he whispered. "I heard them make that noise at
the park back home."
I was puzzled, and concluded that it must be some wild
animal. I took down one of the guns, crept softly to the front
end of the wagon, raised the flap, and looked out. The wind was
still, and the night air met my face with a cool, damp feeling.
The moon had just risen and the lake was like silver.
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