THOMPSON GOES A-FTSiriNG. 51 



and in such an hour, touched it with my own hand and 

 listened to its throb, 1 have felt the a we of that experience 

 evermore. 



We returned to camp, the inevitable smudge, the camp- 

 fire, the pipe, the story and joke and banter, and, at last to 

 our bed of boughs, one u'enuine day of our vacation ended. 



