OPENING CAMP 



A RED-LETTER day May 2Oth. I rode 

 out to the mouth of the river, and opened 

 the little green camphouse for the season. 

 Not that I expect to take up my abode 

 there though I have had wild thoughts of 

 it or spend under its tarred roof a tenth 

 part of the busy days yet to come before 

 midsummer vacation. But the prospect of 

 a day off now and then, or a night, out on 

 the edge of those wide, peaceful marshes, 

 with their vibrant lullabies how it re- 

 freshes me ! The spin beyond the car-tracks 

 into the gathering dusk, leaving the garish 

 lights of the city far behind ; the cool even- 

 ing breeze in one's face; the first fragrant 

 whiff of the marshes ; the faint glimmer of 

 the distant lighthouse; the drowsy croak- 

 ing of frogs what immediate restfulness 

 in all these things for the lover of nature, 

 wearied by the strain of city life ! The very 

 thought of my little green camphouse 

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