MUSKRAT CITY 



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THE Irish cook one day proposed to 

 the ship's captain the following 

 conundrum : "Is anny thin' lost whin yeez 

 know where 'tis ?" The Captain assured 

 him that in such case the thing was not 

 lost. And Dennis responded: "Well, 

 thin, shure, the ta-kettle is safe, for 'tis 

 in the bottom av the ocean." 



Bige and I thought we were lost. We 

 did not know the way to our destination. 

 We did not know the way back home. 

 But realizing that we were in the heart 

 of the trackless forest, we knew we were 

 perfectly safe. 



We had eaten an early breakfast that 

 morning at the "Dan'l Boone Camp." 

 We had made sandwiches for lunch, 

 wrapped them in paper, tied the pack- 

 ages on the sides of our fish baskets, and 

 had started for Plum Pond, where we 

 expected to do some fishing. 



We had been walking five hours and 

 had not yet reached Plum Pond. In- 



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