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while the very rustle of the leaves and the chirp 

 of the wild birds seem to bid you welcome. 



Unconsciously you inhale the aroma of those 

 woods and fields; yonder the lake's cooling waters 

 tempt you to a splash therein anyhow; your pulse 

 beats and your heart throbs quicker, for boyhood 

 days seem before you you are free again. Look 

 about more, yonder the shade of a mighty tree 

 with its far spreading, shading branches invites 

 you to its cooling shade. There is an ideal spot 

 for your camp, fuel for your fire and light; the rip- 

 ple of a stream near by tells you' water is there in 

 plenty there is where your camp should be. A 

 few minutes task and your outfit is unpacked, un- 

 rolled, while yourself and Dick arrange the tent 

 with comfort and care. Hand the utensil kit to 

 Tom, and the thud of the axe in Jack's hands pro- 

 claims that he too, is bent on doing something un- 

 asked for; and as the last peg to your tent is driv- 

 en home, the bright glare of a camp fire shows 

 that Jack has not been idle. 



How clean and inviting looks that tent, how soft 

 comfort-giving that canvas floor cloth, how neat in 

 its entirety it all appears, for the Manual tells you 

 and shows you how to make things so; and ere 

 your interest wanes, the appetizing aroma of good 

 coffee greets your nostrils, and soon the cheery 

 voice of Tom proclaims that your first supper in 

 camp awaits you. 



And what an appetite the broiled steak or ba- 

 con, the hot buscuit and steaming potatoes, so 

 plainly cooked and served, tastes to you as it nev- 

 er tasted before, for a "camp appetite" is upon 

 you, and this alone is a relish for such dishes, that 

 money can't buy. Pass your plate for more if you 

 will, but wait you must, for other appetites have 

 increased prodigiously too,(hence our ample list) 

 while Tom stands amazed, aye complimented; and 

 when ye have satisfied your hunger, fill ye the good 

 old pipe, press down the weed, and as the smoke 

 curls up to meet that of the camp fire, truly do you 

 feel like a boy again; while the stones told around 

 that fire seem doubly interesting for its ruddy, 

 cheerful glow. Your laugh echoes through the 

 woods, and your interest only wanes as the log fire 

 that Jack built goes down. 





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