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you with a tomahawk," replied I; "but you see. my dear 

 old boy, 1 <-;m't take flic nicdiciiirynu prescribe. ilic treat 

 incut is too heroic. II I am the dilapidated individual you 

 picture me. with your rather free-hand style of drawing, 

 how :iui I ever to endure the hardships of a fortnight in the 

 AdirondacksV" 



Yes, but you B66 



Ys. I think I do see, indeed; first, the mo>quit<>es. 

 then the thunder >lorms. the long hard tramp--, the sleeping 

 out of doors on the ground what you call camping out 

 and living on your indigestible tlap jacks and salt pork - 

 and not a drug store or a doctor within tifty miles! Do 

 you think Iain a til subject for >uch harhaiilies-" 



( 'but you see, "said he, as soon as I gave him <>])pori unity, 

 "you are not to be the miserable etligy of a man that you now 

 are; you'll begin to mend a- soon as you begin to pack up 

 your clotho and fishing tackle; a few miles of corduroy 

 roads will till you with new desires," and he smiled 

 tnrlively behind a. fresh smoke cloud; " the pure breath 

 of the forest, ihe sturdy tramp, the free life, the 



" How about the mosquitoes? " 



"the numberless allurements and employments of 

 camp life"- 



" And what do you say about the trcmendou> storms 

 you've told about?" 



" the fascination of trout lishiiii\ the 



"Do you deny that camping out will ii'ive a man rheii 

 mutism ?" 

 " the glories of mountain and lake and river "- 



