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thing short of that. Moreover, in the years 

 since the logs were placed they had parted 

 company in places, and not only might one be 

 illuminated by the lamp in the next room, 

 but refreshed by the breezes from the great 

 out-of-doors. 



My neighbors in the log camp were few 

 but interesting to study, for they were to me 

 a new species sportsmen. One of their 

 idiosyncrasies that amused and entertained 

 me was the magical transformation that a 

 change of clothes effected. 



At this time, it must be remembered, the 

 guests were fishermen, who came singly or in 

 small parties to try their luck in the lovely 

 lake before the door. A well-dressed, re- 

 spectable looking citizen would arrive at the 

 camp, go to his room with his hand-baggage, 

 and presently would emerge a rough fellow, 

 full of fun and life, jolly as a boy, bearing 

 rods and lines and all paraphernalia for fish- 

 ing. He was another person ; he appeared 

 not more than ten years old, though his gray 

 hairs and world-battered face proclaimed the 

 passage over his head of five times those 

 years. He had shaken off his years with his 



