An "Indian Summer" Dream 



deed, I always found that they were 

 moving onward, ever onward, towards 

 some goal unknown. 



Once upon a time a few of us re- 

 solved upon a real adventure in this 

 quest. We would build a bonfire, and, 

 wrapped in blankets, spend the night 

 upon the crest of a wooded ridge that 

 overlooked the haunted stream and 

 cornfields down below. Maybe we 

 should discover something. Maybe 

 great things would happen. Maybe 

 our flaming signal would be seen and 

 answered. It might be that we should 

 all be captured and carried into cap- 

 tivity far away. It might be that bears 

 or catamounts would eat us up! But 

 the blood of hardy pioneers was in our 

 veins, and would not let us rest until 

 the great proposal had been carried out. 



The darker the night we thought the 

 better for our purpose, and if the air 

 were keen and nipping we had all the 

 more chance of starting something; so 

 up the hill the little band of scouts 



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