"Certainly," thought I, "if there be any one in the house, they must not only hear, but _see me_:" for although there was no window, I could perceive that the logs were but poorly "chinked;" and from within the house, the whole clearing must have been in sight. Nay, more, the interior itself was visible from without--at least the greater part of it--and, while making this observation, I fancied I could trace the outlines of a human figure through the interstices of the logs! I became convinced it was a human figure; and furthermore, the figure of a man. It was odd he had not heard me! Was he asleep? No: that could not be--from the attitude in which he was. He appeared to be seated in a chair, but with his body erect, and his head held aloft. In such position, he could scarcely be asleep? After making this reflection, I coughed again--louder than before; but to no better purpose! I thought the figure moved. I was sure it moved; but as if with no intention of stirring from the seat! "Cool indifference!" thought I--"what can the fellow mean?" I grew impatient; and, feeling a little provoked by the inexplicable somnolency of the owner of the cabin, I determined to try whether my voice might not rouse him. "Ho! house, there!" I shouted, though not loudly; "ho!--holloa!--any one within?" Again the figure moved--but still stirred not from the seat! I repeated both my summons and query--this time in still a louder and more commanding tone; and this time I obtained a response. "Who the hell _air_ you?" came a voice through the interstices of the logs--a voice that more resembled the growl of a bear, than the articulation of a human throat. "Who the hell air you?" repeated the voice, while at the same time, I could perceive the figure rising from the chair.