TITR EDITOR'S REVENGE. 153 



" Don't you suppose this door ran be fastened, boys?" 

 said the end man. 



"Oh, no," responded a fortunate middle-man ; "and a 

 panther wouldn't mind that old ra^.anyway, for a minute." 



"We are lucky," said another insider, " if he don't, 

 pounce on this old bark roof, and come at us in that way." 



"Hark'" cried, the man of nerves, "did you hear 

 that 7" 



It was a pierrm.i: cry in the forest. 



"What shall we do V " in chorus. 



Do ?" answered the Kdilor. " say your prayers and u'o 

 to -leep It lias come to a prett\ pass, that a screech owl 

 can driveyou fellows all wild with fear." 



The suppressed merriment exploded at this point, and the 

 end man. sadly silent, laid himself down to sleep, wiser in 

 wood-lore than he had been before. The Editor had his 

 revenue for "snakes in his boots." but nobody was afraid 

 of panthers after that. 



The days <j;o on in the wilderness all too swiftly. To the 

 lover of the woods no hours drair heavily, except when a 

 lonu. dri//lm- rain settles down over forest and lake, and 

 there are only the camp and the smudge and the old worn- 

 out stories to entertain. It inu^l be confessed that \\hen 

 such boUTS 9rag OUl into days they are severely irksome, 

 and one thinks of comfortable ollice and home library and 

 dome-tic circle!. I'.ut when the sun comes out a^ain, the 

 transformation both of nature and the camper's spirits is 

 Complete. Thou tin- life of the woods seems doubly joy- 



ous. The day of departure is no longer looked for with 



