"Huh! He'd better be careful of what he drinks in these woods," said the overseer. "There's water that's deadly poison, to say nothing of the moccasins and copperheads in some of the swamps. If that fellow is a friend of yours warn him to be careful."
"Oh, he died some years ago," explained Mollie, trying not to laugh.
"Oh, well, then that's all right," and the overseer seemed relieved. "Yes, you want to be careful of what you drink in these wilds. Of course a good clear spring is all right, and generally you'll find a cocoanut shell, or something like that, near it to drink from. That's a sign it's good water."
"What are those other things?' asked Amy. "Cottontails—did you call them—do you mean rabbits?"
"No, indeed. I mean snakes."
"Oh!" screamed the girls in chorus.
"They call 'em cotton mouths because their lips are white," Mr. Hammond explained, "and it looks as though they were chewing cotton. They're deadly too, and so are the copperheads, which look just like that color. Be careful of 'em."
"I—I don't believe I want to go any farther," faltered Grace, hanging back.
