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Across the Smokies on A Mule 



Chicago, Aug. 7, 1912. 

 Damou and Pythias are sojourning at Camp Gibson. D. and P. 

 in tliis ease are Chicago professional friends of mine of the 

 dental variety; that is, they are dentists, with all kinds of 

 letters hitched to their names, and fancy furniture in their 

 offices, including "weapons" in large enough variety to break 

 into a safe or to make s man so mean and miserable that his 

 wife can't live with him. The doctors brought down their own 

 tents, cots and blankets. In spite of my injunction that this 

 plunder was all they needed in addition to my camp equipment, 

 they brought other things to the extent of about a ton. Such a 

 collection of paraphernalia in a mountain camp never was before 

 witnessed. It includes shoe trees, a half dozen varieties of toilet 

 soap, hot water bags, drugs enough to fit out a first-class 

 apothecary shop, dust rags, soiled linen bags, sheets, pillow- 

 cases and embroidered tcwels, jars of marmalade, tins of fancy 

 tea, boxes of chewing gum and nut meats, candies, cigarettes, 

 manicure sets and appliances, binoculars, bait for blue fish and 

 muskellunge, fishing tackle for all sorts of the finny tribe from 

 a whale to a minnow, cutlasses, knives and an armament that 



would fit out a local military company on general training day. 

 It's a shame to give these fellows away, but one of them is a 

 married man and his wife did the outfitting for him, and the 

 other is a professional misogynist. Who put his layout together 

 the Lord only knows, but certainly it is quite as elaborate as the 

 other man's. One of the doctors can't go near a trout stream 

 without slipping off a rock into the deepest hole; and the other 

 one spends half his time in getting lost within half a mile of 

 camp, and having desperate hairbreadth adventures in getting 

 back to the camp fire. However, they are bully good fellows, and 

 it is a shame to talk aboui them in this fashion. They are really 

 having the time of their lives, and so are the natives who get a 

 glimpse of their boudoir tents. 



Dr. Damon Cann insists upon having Cross & Blackwell's 

 marmalade at every meal, an article tabooed at any respectable 

 woods camp, while Dr. Pythias Wagner is quite amenable to 

 camp regulations, and will eat trout if they are on the bill of 

 fare; if not, will get along peaceably with pork and beans. Up 

 to last week I rather made a nuisance of myself in attempting 

 to engineer camp cuisine, but now have left the camp in their 



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