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jumping up briskly, " you don't want all the 

 good things in one night. Besides it is time 

 for our midnight lunch." 



Then we would open the basket that my 

 mother had packed for us and such an array 

 of good things would be piled upon the 

 blanket that I speedily forgot to tease for 

 more camp fire stories. 



When we had finished bread and butter, 

 with eggs boiled in the hot sap, and eaten pie 

 and doughnuts, we would set rosy Baldwin 

 apples sputtering before the dancing blaze, 

 and chestnuts roasting in the coals. I would 

 shell the popcorn, and soon it would be pop- 

 ping away like a Lilliputian army. 



With these good things so tempting to the 

 palate of a country boy we rounded out our 

 midnight meal. 



Outside the winds would be howling and 

 shrieking in the treetops, while the great 

 branches thrashed their arms and groaned. 



Perhaps in some lull there would come the 

 mellow, mournful call of the great Horned 

 Owl. I knew from Ben's teachings that the 



