122 THE BUTTERFLY HUNTERS. 



CHAPTER XVIII. 



THE MOUNTAIN TRAMP. 



!i^^«/d»^^5=-HEN the school closed Mr. Bene- 



^"^^ diet told the boys that if they 



f|tX%?H would like to form a party to 



i^^' SMM^ take a pedestrian tour throudi the 



mountains, he would go with them. 

 He thought they might be away from home a week, and 

 after that he would have a little time to himself before 

 the commencement of the Autumn school term. A large 

 number of boys were eager to go. 



" O Mr. Benedict ! take me with you ! " said little Frank. 

 The teacher said he did n't think Frank's mother would 

 let him go. It would be too hard for him to walk so far. 

 "Are you going to walk all the way, — walk a whole 

 week } " asked Frank. 



" Yes, my little friei^d ; and you are such a Skipper, you 

 would go twice as far as the rest of. us." 



"We do not want anybody to take care* of," said Ben 

 Wait. "You ought not to think of going, Frank." 



" For shame, Ben ! " said Joe Dane. " Frank shall go if 

 he wants to. If he gets tired, I '11 come home with him 

 in the cars." 



