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tried to catch the fawn. I'd have got it, too, if it 

 hadn't been for the fence." 



" Catch the wind ! Why, that fawn can outrun 

 any man. The old doe would have been as easily 

 caught." 



"Don't you fool yourself. I'd have caught it, 

 sure." 



" Our old dog Jack has tried to catch that fawn 

 a dozen times," said Allie, "but he never gets any 

 nearer to it than you were. " 



A disagreeable incident marred the pleasure of the 

 final visit to Camp Bear Trail, and Mrs. Dyche had 

 occasion to learn by experience what a real mountain 

 storm could do. While the train was passing 

 through a tract of burned timber, where there was 

 no shelter of any kind, a storm broke suddenly, the 

 first_warniiig being a clap of thunder. It rained a 

 little and then hail poured down as if from an ele- 

 vator chute. Eames and Dyche bunched the burros 

 and covered them with rubber blankets, and under 

 this hastily improvised shelter Mrs. Dyche crawled, 

 staying until the storm was over. It lasted for half 

 an hour and then continued with intermissions, 

 alternately raining and hailing all the afternoon. 

 It was late in the evening when a fire was started 

 at the old camp, and, suffering with toothache, 

 earache, and headache, Mrs. Dyche longed for civ- 

 ilisation. 



Rain continued so steadily that they decided to 

 return to Harvey's, and the party reached there, wet, 

 bedraggled, and worn out. While making their 

 arrangements to return to civilisation, the mountain 



