It was cool and dewy, with the larger stars still shining
faintly. We found Jack under the wagon. Ollie stirred him up, and
said:
[Illustration: Plan for Rousing a Sound Sleeper]
"See any varmints in the night, Uncle Jack?"
"Yes," answered Jack, as he unrolled himself from his
blanket. "Or at least I felt one. That disgraceful Old Blacky
nibbled at my ear twice. The first time I thought it was nothing
less than a bear."
"Did he disturb Snoozer?"
"I guess nothing ever disturbs Snoozer. He never moved all
night. How's the firewood department, Ollie?"
"All right," replied Ollie. "Got up enough last night."
"Then build the fire while I get breakfast."
This pleased Ollie, and he soon had a good fire going. I
caught Old Blacky, who had started off to walk around the lake,
woke up Old Browny, who was sleeping peacefully with his
nose resting on the ground, quieted the pony, who was still
suspicious, with a few pats on the neck, and gave them all their
oats. Soon the rest of us also had our breakfast, including
Snoozer, who seemed to wake up by instinct, and after waiting a
little for somebody to come and stretch him, stretched himself,
and began waving his tail to attract our attention to his urgent
need of food.
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