Summary: Matt shot a rabbit for supper and made a delicious stew.  Outside, Matt heard a noise in the bushes. He thought it was an Indian or his father, but is was not an Indian or his father.  It was an odd man with whiskers, and he looked nothing like his father or an Indian.  Matt invited the man into his cabin to eat and to sleep.  When Matt woke-up, the man and his father's gun were gone.

The Stew

Evening came. I shot a rabbit for supper.  As I walked back to the cabin, I could see the golden sky that would soon turn to a dark blue.

I got home and started the fire.  I put the stew on the fire.  I stirred it, and I could feel the warm heat on my wrist.  The stew smelled delicious.  I took the pot off the fire and poured it into the wooden bowl that I had just carved out of an oak branch.   I sat at the table that my father and I had carved.  I picked up the wooden spoon and took a taste. Just right! I could eat the whole potful.  I kept on eating until my bowl was empty. Delicious! I wanted to have more, but I wanted to save some for my meal tomorrow.  So I cleaned up and put the pot, bowl, and spoon away.

I could here the crickets chirping, the owls crying, and the trees swaying back and forth in the wind.  I knew winter was about to begin.  Suddenly, I saw a shadow of someone or something.  I new that it wasn't my father and it certainly didn't look like Attean.  It was an short stubby man with whiskers.   I let the man in and offered him some of the stew that I had left over.  He ate all of it!

When he finished, he just laid down on the floor and fell asleep.