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and cedar — Nature's own nectar ; a draught of it and 

 you'll need no other stimulant. Then when the day's 

 sport is over and the night comes, what a revelation is 

 in store for you ! Cuddled in your warm sleeping-bag, 

 with plenty of blankets, you " lay me down " on your 

 bed of spruce boughs, whose odors play thick about 

 you, filling the air and soothing you quickly into babe- 

 like slumber. In the morning, spryer than the sun, 

 you leave your bed before him, armed with a double- 

 edged appetite so keen and new you wonder where it 

 came from. Trust me for what I tell you, and my 

 words but faintly speak the novel joys which await 

 you. Once more I say, forget " the shop " and all 

 which that implies, and with the Poet Kowe you may 

 exclaim to some purpose : 



" Begone my cares ! I give you to the winds. " 



T. M. 



