124 THE BUTTERFLY HUNTERS. 



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"I won't be cross any more, Frankie," said Ben, who by 

 this time felt somewhat ashamed of himself " I did n't 

 want you to come, because I was afraid you would get 

 tired." 



*'We '11 see who will get tired," said Frank, laughing. 

 The sharp little fellow knew that Ben was the laziest boy 

 in the party, and he felt pretty sure of a chance to pay 

 him back. 



By noon they had gone quite far up into the mountains, 

 and Mr. Benedict ordered them to "halt" for luncheon by 

 the side of a beautiful waterfall. This waterfall was in a 

 shady, rocky glen between the mountain peaks. It was 

 quite high, and as the place where the water made its 

 leap was almost concealed by the branches of the tall trees 

 which grew round the foot of the Fall, the shower of 

 glittering diamonds seemed to come down from the sky. 

 The water gathered itself together again in a rocky basin, 

 the sides of which were covered with delicate ferns, and 

 then plunging and leaping merrily over rocks and moss- 

 covered logs, it bubbled onward to the valley far below. 

 The boys seated themselves on the rocks near the foot 

 of the Fall, and ate their luncheon with good appetites. 

 They would have been glad to stay in the glen all the 

 rest of the day, but Mr. Benedict said they must reach 

 the top of the mountain before night. There they would 

 find some barn in which they could sleep. Before leaving 



