242 Trails to Woods and Waters 



" if it rained very hard? " The idea of with- 

 standing a soaking rain-storm of a day or two 

 had never occurred to me until that moment. 

 To my notion, camping out was all sunshine, 

 warmth and sweet air. 



" You might, if you want to, but you don't 

 think that I would come chasing home for a 

 shower, do you? You would make a healthy 

 guide, if you are afraid of getting your skin 

 wet." 



" Oh, I am not afraid," I replied. " I had 

 never thought of stormy weather." 



" Perhaps we had better take a tent and 

 make a shack, too," Ben suggested, " then we 

 will be fixed for almost any kind of weather." 



The next two days were busy ones for us 

 both. We had to lay in a store of provisions 

 and overhaul the tent, which was an old one 

 that Ben had not used for several years. 



I whittled an entire new lot of tent pegs 

 and felt quite like an Indian making a wig- 

 wam. 



The third day after the expedition had been 

 proposed by Ben, we loaded our outfit into 



