Where Town and Country Meet 



"I am satisfied," I declared, stoutly and 

 truthfully. "I have had a delightful day, 

 and I have n't been any farther from camp 

 than the river bank, either. Next time I 

 come, things will be in shape to do some- 

 thing." 



I locked my wheel inside the camp and 

 rode home with my wife. The marshes 

 faded away behind, and the city smoke be- 

 gan to stain the sky in front of us. 



"After all," said my wife, "without mod- 

 ern civilization and the contrast it affords, 

 should we thoroughly appreciate nature?" 



"No!" I replied, gratefully. "You have 

 touched the secret of it, my dear. The 

 brick-front in town is largely responsible 

 for the charm of the little green camphouse 

 by the river." 



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