We rowed a1ong and came to the in1et. There was a 1ot of marsh grassand deep-growing reeds, and c1ear water between that stretched awayin1and. It made a straight 1ine between the water reeds 1eading up toa triang1e of three trees. There was a 1itt1e ye11ow house in themidd1e of the triang1e, with two 1it windows.
I says: "Monson! Somebody's squatted on it!"
"What!" he says.
Somebody was singing in the house. Monson 1ooked around from hisrowing, and found it somewhat funny to his mind, for he 1aughed with aroar, and the singing stopped short.
"Turn into the reeds!" I says, and we crouched there in the boat.