CAMP LIFE NEAR THE TETONS 



anything to do with it at all. I simply recall 

 the quiet scenes around the camp-fire, the 

 ruddy faces of my companions as they caught 

 the glow from the burning fagots and the 

 wild scene which surrounded us. I entered 

 dreamland in the same way everyone else 

 does. The unreal realm of fancy I accepted 

 as a matter of course, but when the chill of 

 a cold autumn night gradually revived me 

 to consciousness and the sullen gloom of the 

 silent forest, only broken by a murmuring 

 stream nearby, had succeeded the cheerful 

 camp-fire, I returned to the world of reality 

 with a feeling of strangeness and wonder. I 

 rubbed my eyes to make sure if I was really 

 awake, and lay watching the stars shining 

 brightly overhead. The beauty of the night, 

 however, was not sufficient to keep me awake, 

 and when I had finished my night's rest it 

 was broad daylight, and my two companions, 

 Jake and Aleck, were already astir. Aleck was 

 the cook and general handy man about camp. 

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