silkworms, he turned an ashen shade of green.
âIâd prefer to stopper mere jars oâwater than grapple with some two-ton son oâSatan,â he declared with a distasteful air and handed the portrait back to the blonde-headed nimrod.
âI can tell ye this much about your strange beasts oâthe forest,â the Woodsman addressed us in a yarn-spinning tone. âNot ten days ago did I lodge a night at the trading station of Francis Bottomley on the junction of the Ohio and Dismal Rivers, an hundred miles from here. There I met two other men, Messers Jukes and Roundtree, whom the said Bottomley had given an order upon for two teeth of a large beast that they were bringing from the falls of the Ohio for delivery to the Ohio Company at Fort Harner. These teeth and the bones of three large beasts were found in a salt lick upon a small creek that runs into the Ohio fifteen miles below the mouth of the Great Miameeââ
âDost hear, Sammy,â Uncle interrupted excitedly, âhard by the Great Miamee!â
âI hear, brother,â said I, affecting disdain at his ferment. âFor I am deaf no longer.â
âDid you say you were cured from deafness?â the Woodsman himself joined the digression. âAnd that the two of you are brothers?â
âWhatâ¦?â said I.
âAre we not all brothers here in the wild?â Bilbo remarked deviously.
âSave those that are piratical scum,â I observed, hoping this Woodsman might infer my meaning and the nature of our predicament, but he merely stared across the fire in perplexity. Bilbo thereupon made pretense to guffaw, as though I had launched a jest, and poked me in my ribs. I looked down at my side and saw that the instrument of this poking was not his elbow, but the muzzle of his ever-ready pistol. The hammer was cocked and it was aimed straight at my liver.
âPray continue, Woodsman,â Bilbo importuned him.
âDo I have your complete attention?â he asked.
âYes,â we all said. Neddy affirmed with a bark. This Woodsmanâs vanity was extreme, I thought. He cleared his throat.
âI was permitted a look at these teeth by Jukes and Roundtree. Each was better than four pounds in weight, appearing to be the farthest tooth in the jaw, a molar, but the size of a loaf oâbread and all acrinkle on top. It had the look of fine ivory about it. Jukes assured me that the rib bones of the largest of these beasts were eleven feet long, and the skull bone six feet across the forehead, and the other bones in proportion, and that there were several other teeth upon the site, some of which he called âhornsâ that were upward of five feet long, and as much as a man could well carry. One of these he hid at a creek some distance from the place, lest the Indians should carry it away.â
ââTis a mastodon,â Uncle declared.
âWhy, I reckon âtwould be somebodyâs master, but not mine, ho ho,â the Woodsman joked. He and Bilbo shared in this drollery a minute.
âAt Philadelphia,â said I, âMr. Charles Willson Peale has erected the skeleton of just such a beast as you describe in his museum.â
âAh, Philadelphia,â Uncle sighed, wistfully, thinking of his home, âOwlâs Crossingâ¦â
The Woodsman flinched and glanced overhead.
âOwls? Crossing?â he said, evincing much anxiety. At that very moment, deep in the night-shrouded forest, came the shriek of a great horned owl (Bubo virginianus) . It certainly made a fellowâs skin crawl. All our party were visibly nonplussed. Bilbo, of course, affected a nervous cackle. Neddy cocked his ear to the night. The Woodsman sat erect, sniffing the chill air.
âSometimes you can smell âem,â he stated mysteriously.
âSmell what?â Bilbo asked. âOwls?â
âNo. Injuns.â
âDo you smell any now?â
âNo,â the