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Show Page 120 across tumbling creeks and around marshes. At length I deemed we had come at least five miles from Wolstenholme Towne and to the end of Martin's Hundred land. Then I saw the ponds that Walter said divided the hundred from Archer's Hope and knew it was so. Some distance farther, a creek, wider than the others, crossed our path. I sat down upon a newly-fallen tree and looked about me. When I had regained my breath, I hastened alon^ the bank of the creek. "Must we cross this creek also?" Twig complained, stumbling after me. "Not this one," I replied. "This is the side I want to see." For an hour I criss-crossed the area-along the creek northward, southward to the James, eastward toward home. At last I stopped by the creek and we mixed some nocake. "Are we going home now?" Twig asked hopefully, when he had licked the last of the sweet, toothsome mixture from his palm. I nodded. "We should have time to gather the nuts and bark and yet be home ere dark." Twig groaned. "Are you sorry you begged to come along?" I teased him, pulling him to his feet. He shook his head. "It would not be meet that you go stumbling about the forest without a man to protect you," he |
