noon
The biggest fool of a mule-eared deer savvys enough to go feedin ' up the wind , makin ' so to speak a skirmish line of its nose to feel out ambushes . Any old bull elk possesses s ` fficient wisdom to walk in a half-mile circle , as a concloodin ' act before reetirin ' for the night , so that with him asleep in the center , even if the wind does shift , his nose 'll still get ample notice of whatever man or wolf may take to followin ' his trail . `` That 's what them ` lower anamiles ' does . An ' now I asks , what man , goin ' about his numbskull dest ` nies , lookin ' as plumb wise as a too-whoo owl at noon , ever shows gumption equal to keepin ' the constant wind in his face , or has the sense to go walkin ' round himse ' f as he rolls into his blankets , same as that proodent elk ? After all , I takes it that these yere Fo ` th of Jooly upheavals is only one among the ten thousand fashions in which hoomanity eternally onbuckles in expressin ' its imbecil ` ty . `` Which I certainly do get a heap disgusted at times with the wild beast called man . With all his bluffs about bein ' so mighty sagacious , I can sit yere an ' see that , speakin ' mental , he ai n't better than an even break with turkey gobblers .