THE DEAD CAMP-FIRE 



the side of the tree ; but it is only the 

 cackle of a yellow-hammer. 



There is nothing to tell you who they 

 were, whence they came, or whither they 

 went ; but they were campers, lovers of 

 the great outdoor world, and so akin to 

 you, and you bid them hail and farewell 

 without a meeting. 



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