When it was dark I set by my camp fire smoking, and feeling pretty satisfied; but by and by it got sort of lonesome, and so I went and set on the bank and listened to the currents washing along, and counted the stars and drift-logs and rafts that come down, and then went to bed; their ain�t no better way to put in time when you are lonesome�And so for three days and nights.� No difference-just the same thing.

 

 

 

Mark Twain

Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

1885