The home, so
distant during the journey that he had scarcely thought about it at
all, now seemed to inclose him with its pleasant walls, which the
smell of new timbers made pleasant twice over.
Boswell and Johnson, under the carriage, waked by the cautious talk
from that sound sleep a hard day's hunts after woods things induces,
and perhaps sniffing the presence of their master and the familiar
air of home, rose up to shake themselves, and one of them yawned
until his jaws creaked.
"It's the dogs," whispered Bobaday.
"We mustn't set them to barking," cautioned Pa Padgett.
"Well, good-night," said the boy, turning on his cushion.
"Good-night. This caravan must move on early in the morning."
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