Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

He finally did,and he was a monster. About ten o’clock we tired of this and made our way back to camp, stumbling and falling over roots.

     The fire replenished we all got the idea we were thirsty so Jim, Fred and I took the lamp and proceeded to find our way to the farmhouse. It was a wierd trip that one. Over in the east the sky was beginningto light up from the approach of the moon which was on the wane. Occasionally we could hear the musical tinkle of a cowbell, rendered mysterious by night.

     We got little rest or sleep that night. We all stretched out on the ground around the fire. It was not especially comfortable but the novelty of it made us forget it for awhile. When the air became colder tho, the novelty began to wear off somewhat. I’d go to sleep, close up to the fire in order to keep warm. In the meantime someone would build up the fire and I