spied a baby rabbit trying to hide. 

 He was such a dear little fellow that 

 Nimrod, wishing to have him pose 

 for a picture, dexterously dropped 

 a hat over him, and in order not to 

 hurt his model, replaced the hat with 

 the bunny inside, and for several 

 hours that astonished rabbit 

 travelled in safety on the top of a 

 curly head. He was then put on the 

 ground by the side of our tent with 

 the lid of a 'telescope' over him. He 

 had plenty of air and grass to feed 

 on till morning. 



The Tevi crawled back in time for 

 dinner. "Worn to a frazzle" was 

 Sally's comment. 



To one who has never answered 

 the call of the Red Gods, how can 

 the all-pervading friendliness of the 

 camp fire be described? It is inti- 

 mate, it is mystical, it is soul- 

 enveloping; or it is merely cheering, 

 according to one's mood. It can be 

 perverse and disagreeable, but it is 

 always necessary, the very heart of 

 camp life. Perhaps we all were fire 

 worshippers once. I love it best as 

 the comfortable open-house friend 

 between dinner and bed. Then 



