“We had launched our canoe and gone but little way down the East Branch [of the Penobscot River] , when I heard an answering shout from my companion, and soon after saw him standing on a point where there was a clearing a quarter of a mile below, and the smoke of his fire was rising near by. Before I saw him I naturally shouted again and again, but the Indian curtly remarked, “He hears you,” as if once was enough. It was just below the mouth of Webster Stream. When we arrived, he was smoking his pipe, and said that he had passed a pretty comfortable night, though it was rather cold, on account of the dew.”
-Henry David Thoreau
1857, The Maine Woods
(Describing the discovery of his lost friend, Edward Hoar)