Where Town and Country Meet 



"I am satisfied," I declared, stoutly and 

 truthfully. "I have had a delightful day, 

 and I haven't been any farther from camp 

 than the river bank, either. Next time I 

 come, things will be in shape to do some 

 thing." 



I locked my wheel inside the camp and 

 rode home with my wife. The marshes 

 faded away behind, and the city smoke be 

 gan to stain the sky in front of us. 



"After all," said my wife, "without mod 

 ern civilization and the contrast it affords, 

 should we thoroughly appreciate nature?" 



"No!" I replied, gratefully. "You have 

 touched the secret of it, my dear. The 

 brick-front in town is largely responsible 

 for the charm of the little green camphouse 

 by the river." 



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