264 IN A LOG CAMP 



city clothes, proving the truth of Mrs. Whit- 

 ney's verse : - 



" Under gray hairs and furrowed brow, 

 And wrinkled look that life puts on, 

 Each as he wears it comes to know 

 How the child hides and is not gone." 



Now he comes out a boy dressed in dis- 

 reputable clothes and battered hat, with 

 manners to suit. He sings, he shouts, he 

 strides about, and his talk is fishy to a de- 

 gree, hooks, rods, flies, reels, and so on 

 and on and on, ad infinitum. All this is 

 kept up with enthusiasm, varied by daily ex- 

 cursions and fabulous fish-stories, till nearly 

 time to take the train for home, when the 

 transformation act is reversed, and there 

 emerges a well-dressed, conventional city man 

 again. 



What mattered the little idiosyncrasies of 

 the camp and the camp visitors, when we 

 had the woods the grand wild woods of 

 Maine ! Not the spruce thickets of the Be- 

 loved Island on the Coast, but trees of great 

 variety, reaching far up against the blue, 

 " where sky and leafage intertwine," - white 

 birch with its kid-finish trunk, yellow birch 



