He shouldn't have fired a shot, the whole place is crawling with fucking tree niggers.

If those meddlesome kids hadn't turned me in, I'd have gotten away with my nefarious scheme!

water straining through a sandy soil

I stumbled along through the young pines and huckleberry bushes. Pretty soon I struck into a sort of path that, I cal'lated, might lead to the road I was hunting for. It twisted and turned, and, the first thing I knew, made a sudden bend around a bunch of bayberry scrub and opened out into a big clear space like a lawn.