CHAPTER IX. 



SWEET HOME. 

 The Camp Nature's Favourites Trekking. 



THERE'S no place like home, whether it be in a 

 mansion, a hovel, or a wagon. You good folks who 

 live in civilisation, surrounded by every comfort, 

 will scarcely believe me when I say that, I have 

 never enjoyed more perfect happiness and content- 

 ment than when I have been trekking about the 

 desert as my inclinations dictated, and knew no 

 other shelter than my good wagon afforded. 



Come, reader, and take a look at my camp from 

 the outside, unknown to my chum ; for most as- 

 suredly, if he thought he was being observed, he 

 would crawl into his shell, and would not be half 

 as nice and natural as he is now. In him is to be 

 found an example of how an assumption of manners 

 depreciates instead of improves the individuality of 

 nature. 



