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When the glint of water through the trees an- 

 nounced the end of our journey it was I A. M., 

 and although it was beginning to rain, we tarried 

 not to pitch tents, but pumping up our air mat- 

 tresses and unrolling our sleeping bags we crawled 

 into the latter and fell asleep while the rain was pat- 

 tering on the canvas flaps over our faces. 



I was awakened the next morning by the long 

 drawn out call of the cook of the biological camp 

 on the lake shore 



RO LL L L L OUT! R OLL OUT! 



ROLL OUT ! 



Young Kendricks, a boy of twelve, was still 

 sleeping on a cowboy's bed-roll near me, his body 

 uncovered and his drowsy young head resting on 

 his arm ; the rays of the morning sun were shining 

 through his hair, making a halo around his youth- 

 ful face and 



ON HIS CHEST WAS PERCHED A MOUNTAIN WREN; 



the little bird had 

 its head cocked to 

 one side and was 

 saying things to 

 itself in a pert 

 wren-like manner, 

 as it examined the 

 sleeping child. 



With the true 

 hospitality of the 



OUTLET OF KOOTENAY LAKE. West ^ ^^ 



cal people came into our camp with a pressing 



