"Just about daybreak, I did—in an old hollow stump.  Crawled in, he had, an’ there he was, lyin’ asleep, happy as Larry.  Not any trouble for Joe.  He woke up, an’ I was the first thing he saw, an’ he laughed all over his dear old dirty face. ’Where’s me porridge, ’Poss?’ he says.  He always was just about the limit!"