 Now, we really went a-hunting when we tried to catch Old Spot. We left the ranch at daylight, and her trail was always hot. She might be picking acorns on the banks of Sandy Creek or in somebody's turnips, cultivating, so to speak. But let the foot of dog or man disturb the mountain dew, and you might as well have phoned her, because somehow she always knew. And she had lied out for Cedar Mountain, where the land and sky divide. There ain't no spot on earth nowhere a better place to hide.