Far up in the wooded hills he came in sight of a little cabin.  It was a dilapidated little shack that perhaps had been used by hunting parties in happier days.  It seemed to be entirely deserted, but he was wary and lay in the bushes for an hour or more, watching it closely for any sign of life.  Only when he felt perfectly sure that there was no one about, did he creep up to the door and look in.