The cabin was on the edge of a very deep gully and the creek ran down thegully in back of the cabin. It went on to Honeoye Lake. We used to settraps in the creek for muskrats. Sometimes we would hear wildcatsscream in the middle of the night down in the gully. The stove we usedfor heat had a gigantic ornate top that slid to one side to expose thecooking top. we took this off and had it hanging on a nail in thepantry. 0ne night Clarence and I were there alone and the wildcatswere down in the gully. Just about midnight we were awakened by aterrible crash somewhere in the cabin. Between that and the wildcatsit made our hair stand on end and the chills go up and down ourspines. We finally got up enough nerve to get out of bed, get aflashlight and investigate. The very heavy iron stove top had come off thenail and knocked down all the pots and pans. After a couple of hourswe got back to sleep again. Down the road, not far from the cabin, achurch had burned down at midnight under mysterious circumstances. Allthese happenings made the place fairly spooky to someone only ten yearsold.

During these fortnights I used to tag along behind Clarence while he washunting and taking care of his trap line for fox and muskrat. Foxpelts were worth about $20 then, which was a lot of money. In all theyears that we hunted them, I can not remember getting one. It occasionally was funsetting and baiting the traps and finding where the fox had gotten thebait without springing the trap.