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the second wall. Then I made tracks for the top. 

 Boys, the way you can see an 1 hear things down in 

 thet canon, an the way you can t hear an see things 

 is pretty funny.&quot; 



&quot; If Wallace went over the second rim wall, will 

 he get back to-day? &quot; we all asked. 



&quot; Shore, there s no tellin .&quot; 



We waited, lounged, and slept for threje hours, 

 and were beginning to worry about our comrade 

 when he hove in sight eastward, along the rim. He 

 walked like a man whose next step would be his last. 

 When he reached us, he fell flat, and lay breathing 

 heavily for a while. 



&quot; Somebody once mentioned Israel Putnam s accent 

 of a hill,&quot; he said slowly. &quot; With all respect to his 

 tory and a patriot, I wish to say Putnam never saw 

 a hill ! &quot; 



&quot; Ooze for camp,&quot; called out Frank. 



Five o clock found us round a bright fire, all cast 

 ing ravenous eyes at a smoking supper. The smell 

 of the Persian meat would have made a wolf of a 

 vegetarian. I devoured four chops, and could not 

 have been counted in the running. Jim opened a 

 can of maple sirup which he had been saving for a 

 grand occasion, and Frank went him one better with 

 two cans of peaches. How glorious to be hungry 

 to feel the craving for food, and to be grateful for 



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