A RAINY DAY IN CAMP 



boxes, or whittle a paddle from a smooth- 

 rifted maple. If he is of artistic turn, 

 he can pleasantly devote an hour to 

 etching pictures on the white under sur- 

 face of the fungus that grows on decay- 

 ing trees, and so provide himself with 

 reminders of this rainy day in camp. 



So, with one and another pastime, 

 he whiles away the sunless day, which, 

 almost before he has thought of it, 

 merges into the early nightfall, and he 

 is lulled to sleep by the same sound that 

 wakened him, the drip and patter of the 

 rain. And when he looks back to these 

 days of outing he may count this, which 

 dawned so unpropitiously, not the least 

 pleasant and profitable among them, and 

 mark with a white stone the rainy day 

 in camp. 



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