Tsing Tau were memories that were not recalled. The still- 

 ness of evening was settling on the valley and it was satisfy- 

 ing. 



The "pencil pushers" kept on up the valley, not knowing 

 just where they were going to spend the night but trusting 

 to luck. When one is out in the open little things like having 

 a place to sleep over night are not likely to worry him. 

 Worry, that bugbear that is responsible for more breakdowns 

 than any amount of hard work, goes into hiding in God's out- 

 of-doors. There is something about the song of the birds, the 

 freshness of the air, the stateliness of the trees, the blue of 

 the sky, that makes worry scamper for shelter. 



About eight o'clock the little village of Marine Mills was 

 reached and it was decided to spend the night there. Marine 

 Mills claims the distinction of being the oldest settlement in 

 the state of Minnesota, even antedating Mendota. Be that as 

 it may, it certainly is one of the most beautiful little spots in 

 the state. Situated on several hills, with trout streams run- 

 ning down into the St. Croix over a series of cascades, no 

 more pisturesque little place could be found. 



There are adventures of every sort and the wanderer out in 

 the open is in search of any kind. It was announced in Ma- 

 rine that there was to be a "pie social." Although they pos- 

 sessed only a hazy idea of what a pie social might be the 

 wanderers decided that the evening entertainment would be 

 a pie social. Several pies were purchased at auction and like 

 small boys, the newspapermen ate the pies baked by the 

 young women of Marine. 



There were many things interesting about Marine Mills. 

 And not the least of these was "Fritz." Fritz was a little lad 

 with whom the newspapermen made friends. The next day 

 he told them all about his fishing expeditions. He even in- 

 vited the visitors to come to his "camp" that Saturday night. 

 Some day the visitors are going to return to Marine to take 

 up the invitation to go camping with Fritz, who evidently 

 knows as much about where the trout leap and where the 

 bass hide as anyone in the St. Croix valley. 



The hike was continued from Marine up to Osceola. The 

 experiences of the evening before, the pleasure of the being 



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