Show STUDENT LIFE I had heard from the boys that an old Frenchman who had got into trouble had secluded himself in a cabin somewhere among the trees Of course I kept my eyes open to I wandered satisfy my curiosity about until I began to feel hungry and then decided to let my horse graze beside a small lake that I could see a short distance below me When I was within a few rods of the lake to my surprise I saw a cabin which I thought must belong to the ‘’old man” as we called him The cabin was extremely small A large rock formed one side and the other sides were built of evergreen boughs woven around posts stuck in the ground The lake was ' a pretty sheet of water enclosed by a meadow which in turn was skirted by trees that seemed to rival each other in size and height My horse was very thirsty and almost ran to the water when he saw it I was standing by his side while he drank contemplating the beautiful scene when suddenly I heard some one shout : “Get that d — horse from that water!” I turned in the direction of the cabin and there to mv surprise certainly stood Robinson Crusoe Only this one was more From the elaborately decorated sole of his feet to the crown of his head he was dressed in skins Around his waist was a leather belt filled with home-mad- e knives of all sizes and patterns His jacket was very skillfully made and decorat jl with buttons and pieces of bright tin I was so taken up with his dress that I forgot all about his 105 command and stood by my horse’s side until the “old man” disappeared in his cabin After the horse had finished drinking I turned him loose and commenced eating mv lunch All at once I heard a rifle report and a bullet dug a trench beside me I jumped to mv feet revolver in hand just in time to see the “old man” vanish in his cabin again I hardly knew what to do What did he mean? T felt like going after him and squaring up But how could I tell that he would not plug me before I could get near the cabin? At last I decided to let him go: but while finishing my lunch I sat facing the cabin all ready for the old fellow if he should show up for war again I didn’t see any more of him and at last decided to saddle ur and go When I reached camp I told the boys of my experience “Well its a good thing for you” said the owner of the mill “that you didn’t chase the old son of a gun into his cabin If he hadn’t plugged von before you got to it you would have had a fight on your hands like a dog who’s got a cat cornered” About two or three davs after mv experience I was standing at the saw and the other men were husv rolling logs or handling the lumber when a bullet split a large chip iiom the log that was on the carriage Everv one heard the report and we stood gazing in all directions to se whore it came from Another ball buried itself in the sawdust I began thinking about the Frenchman when one of the boys shouted |