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WHILE On THE Way To Camp. 21 

gone?” And why is it that here it is so different? Here the 
appetite always comes back to us again as it was in boy- 
hood’s days, when the smell of the toast, or newly ground 
buckwheat griddle cakes for instance, for supper, would 
make us run, leap, and fairly yell at the very first tinkle of 
the old tea bell. 
From the time you enter the perfumed forest, until your 
return, you can never tire of this fragrance. You breathe in 
long draughts of a-health-giving aroma, which never nause- 
ates. You may feel a little thirsty and this is all right, 
coming to one of the many clear running brooks, one does 
not wait for the dipper, but kneeling down upon a piece of 
bark, or upon the large prominent root of the birch, often 
beside the water, that seems to be growing just there on pur- 
pose for us, drink long and hearty, three times as much of 
the sparkling nectar as we would of the lime rock mixture 
at home. And this does not make one feel at all uncomforta- 
ble at such a time; we travel on and soon the perspiration 
starts out upon us which is truly beneficial and promises us 
much toward a fine appetite, a clear head, and is a general 
improvement commenced. ’Tis just what we want; we are 
never afraid of this, for we cannot take cold here if half 
careful. This perspiration, with the air brimful of natures 
medicines from the trees and roots, the sharp appetite gained 
by exertion, this pure spring brook water, free from every- 
thing but goodness, of which you will keep drinking more 
and more, and often, as you are passing the streams, does so 
much for one. It washes out and cleanses the system from 
all the vile concoctions that we might have been swallowing 
in the form of medicines, or brace-ups, which always prove 
to be brace-downs. ‘* We ought to know.” 
