The minute he found that road , a great load was taken from his mind . He no longer felt wholly lost . He was certain that all he had to do was to keep in that road , and sooner or later he would come to a house . The thing that worried him most was whether or not he would have strength enough to keep going until he reached that house . You remember that he was weak from lack of food , lame , and half frozen . Poor old Bowser ! He certainly was the picture of misery as he limped along that road . His tail hung down as if he had n't strength enough to hold it up . His head also hung low . He walked on three legs and limped with one of these . In his eyes was such a look of pain and suffering as would have touched the hardest heart . He whined and whimpered as he limped along . It seemed to him that he had gone a terribly long distance , though really it was not far at all , when something tickled his nose , that wonderful nose which can smell the tracks of others long after they have passed . But this time it was n't the smell of a track that tickled his nose ; it was something in the air . Bowser lifted his head and sniffed long and hard . What he smelled was smoke . He knew what that meant . Somewhere not very far ahead of him was a house . -LSB- Illustration : SOMEWHERE NOT VERY FAR AHEAD OF HIM WAS A HOUSE . Page 96 .
-RSB- With new hope and courage XXXXX tried to hurry on .
Bowser Illustration Poor eyes house load mind something strength tail