Told this one here before, but now is a good time to repeat it.

The above mentioned camp was and is isolated. Not sure how it all came about, but after they built it a fellow lived in it year round. Pretty much existed on Deer, small game, fish and his vegetable garden. The winters can get hard up in that country.

He died a long time before I every went there, but the only name I've ever heard him called by was "Squirrel." The camp members pretty much took care of his clothing needs.

Anyway, Squirrel always had a Dog and if by chance he needed anything in Sinnamahoning he would walk into the little town-an honest 8-10miles-and his Dog would go with him.

Once Squirrel got sicker than just the common sick and knew he needed help. So he tied a note to the Dogs collar and told him to go to town. The Dog did as he was told and showed up at either the gas station, post office or little general store. The gas station and general store were probably one in the same. Someone noticed the note and they came and got Squirrel and got him to medical care. When he recovered, he went back to camp.

Last edited by battue; 04/01/14.

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