noon
`` Arter breakfast mother put me up a good dinner of bread and meat , and I shouldered my axe and started for the wood-lot , ` bout three miles up the mountain . `` I whistled along and did n't think nothin ' ` bout ther walk ; 'cause , yer see , I allus liked ther woods , and enjoyed bein ' thar . Arter I got to the lot , I found the wood , and went ter work to get it piled . ` Twar n't much of a job , and I got it done afore noon and then sot down on a log and waited for the old man ter come . Wal , I sot and waited , and begun ter get mighty lonesome and ter think ` bout Injins , though I knowed there war n't no Injins thar . I waited so long I got hungry , and concluded I 'd take a bite of the bread and meat mother 'd put up . `` I sot down on a log , and put my basket on the stump , and went ter eatin ' .