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elegant apparel two or three times during the day. 

 Poor souls ! little they know of the freedom of real 

 camp-life, the comfort of one shabby suit that does 

 service day and night, the disenthrallment from 

 the care of tableware, and the cleansing of many 

 utensils from over-neatness and punctilious eti- 

 quette, but yet not from true politeness. 



Scaffolded on mattressed bedsteads over car- 

 peted floors, how shall they so much as guess what 

 restful sleep comes to him who lies close to the 

 bosom of Mother Earth, with naught between but 

 a blanket and a litter of fragrant cedar twigs? 

 What poor comradeship must there be among 

 those who gather around a black stove, compared 

 with such as encircle the genial blaze of a camp- 

 fire, and how shall those feel themselves near to 

 Nature who are shut from the sky and the woods 

 by wooden walls and roofs? 



The best of camp-life is in escaping from the 

 wearisome burdens of civilization and in some 

 measure renewing the old relationship with Na- 

 ture. 



The change has been even greater on the other 

 side of the north bay at Cedar Beach, which has 

 undergone a change of name as well as of character 

 since the time when we followed fugitive foxes 

 from Thompson's Point thither, or made fresh 

 starts among the vulpine residents of its wild seclu- 

 sion. It was known as McNiell's Point then, after 



