IN CAMP. 45 



and in a week's stay felt as if they had been 

 acquaintances of a lifetime, parted from them to 

 meet only again, perhaps one or maybe two years 

 afterwards, in the far-off wilderness. Yes, we re- 

 turn again to active life, we mingle with the crowd, 

 are jostled from the sidewalk, or from the world 

 for that matter, and the gap is filled : it's only 

 " somebody's darling that's dead and gone." 

 There's this difference between the city and the 

 country : the latter remembers you longer. It may 

 be for good, and it may be for ill. 



But we are getting sentimental. " Frank, smudge 

 out the camp." 



