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up and we chatted for an hour. ' * We will have 

 to fence in the tent in the morning" said he, 

 and I knew it would be done, for such jobs are 

 to his liking. By 8 :30 I was in bed, tired, dead 

 tired, but full of the joy of living. 



Thursday, June S. When I awoke it was 

 4:15 and so cool that I needed a heavy coat. 

 Digging a little trench back from the bank of 

 the brook and lining it with flat rocks I soon 

 had a small furnace or cooking place which was 

 much more convenient than my tripod cook 

 stove. Frying fish, bacon and potatoes, added 

 to which was an orange, banana, bread and 

 blackberry jelly, I feasted with a relish. While 

 washing my dishes the farmer came with post- 

 hole auger, shovel and ax. We soon had five 

 post-holes . dug and a sycamore pole in each. 

 Then going back a quarter of a mile his son and 

 I lugged to the camp a large bundle of old 

 woven wire. With staples and hatchet we soon 

 had a fence, "horse high, pig tight and (per- 

 haps) bull-strong." By the time we were 

 through it was nearly eight o'clock and I had 

 done three hours of strenuous labor. My home 

 is not now in an unfenced wilderness for even 

 my dooryard is enclosed and the tent appears 

 too domestic. 



Once more I hie to my lounging pla.ce on the 

 crest of the bluff, there to loll and in revery 



