MY FIRST CAMP. 



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value. If his wife gets refractory he has but to point 

 with warning gesture at that specimen of needlework, 

 and she at once subsides. 



Even in this wild island, in the depths of the deepest 

 forest, there exists that fear of Mrs. Grundy that smoul- 

 ders in the human breast in town and city. Though 

 the young people of the mountains go about for days 

 and weeks with nothing on but a single gown or rag- 

 ged shirt, when the time comes for going to town they 

 must carry with them all they possess in the way of a 

 wardrobe ; and they will carry on their heads a large 



