“So we climbed hard all day, an’ by night, as I told you, we’s well up Smoky, an’ the coldest wind ablowin’ that ever made an i-shickle out of a man’s gizzard. We drew up at a spring, an’ I says: ‘We’ll stay right here, fer there ain’t no water higher up.’ He was puffin’ some, an’ he says: ‘How fur are we from the bear-ground?’ I says: ‘It’s all around us. We’re right in it.’ He whitened a little an’ gripped his gun, an’ I explained o’ course we weren’t in the ackchal la’r’l thicket where the bears denned, an’ where they tromp roads in the brush big enough fer a horse to walk through. I told him we hadn’t got to the stair-steps in the cliffs where they climbed in an’ out o’ their dens; but they used the neighborhood fer roamin’ an’ fer gittin’ water. I reckoned he wouldn’t want to go on an’ knock at their doors till mornin’, after he’d had a good rest, an’ we’d keep a big fire all night so’s they wouldn’t bother us. “I said I’d cook supper if he’d make the fire; an’ he started to git up some wood; but it was slow work ’cause he’d keep the gun in one hand an’ pull an’ drag at the brush with the other. When I’d rested good I went an’ he’ped, fer I was sorry fer him, an’ was pushin’ hungry. When I’d cooked supper, an’ he’d et enough to make him feel sort o’ cocky, an’ I’d got up a good lot o’ logs to last all night, he said he guessed he’d turn in so’s to git a good sleep an’ be ready fer the battle in the mornin’. An’ I said I b’lieved I would too. He got purty still at that, an’ watched me fixin’ my bed. It was so dod-a’mighty cold I got me a lot o’ fir-boughs an’ piled ’em high as my head. Then I began to crawl inter the middle of ’em. “‘Looky here, Sam,’ says Harvey, ‘I never heard of a guide crawlin’ off to sleep when the camp needed watchin’.’--‘I ain’t no guide,’ I says; ‘I’m a friend what’s a long way from home jest to ’comerdate ye.’ An’ I went in. “Then I put my head out an’ says, frien’ly as could be: ‘You turn in too. That fire’ll burn ha’f the night, the wind’ll keep it up. An’ long about one o’clock I’ll crawl out an’ throw on some more logs. Ef you hear a noise, jest lay still, ’cause it’ll only be me astirrin’. Bears,’ I says, ‘come up sly.’