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AT THE CAMP IN THE WILD WOODS: 
Tis the last of mild September, now the boys arrive at camp, 
Each one happy with the prospect of canoeing and the tramp ; 
All are merry, busy fellows, some are cleaning up the house, 
Crying woe to every spider, deal the death to every mouse. 
Soon the lodge is all in order, and, from the sleeping place 
The fragrance of the balsam boughs fills every little space ; 
The shelves are newly papered and ’tis clean as one can make, 
So we'll pair off after dinner for the ridges, stream and lake. 
As we dip the purest water from the spring beside the bridge, 
We hear the Captain’s chopping echoed loudly o’er the ridge; 
Then he builds the jolly fire outside in open air, 
While the Doctor peels the onions in the breezes blowing fair, 
Soon Frank cuts the steak, gets it ready for the wire, 
While Georgie lays the table far to windward of the fire ; 
Now Jeff brews the coffee, ’tis so good, before we think 
Like Oliver Twist, we ask for more, ‘‘I’ll take another drink.” 
*Most the last cf gay October, and the days so fair and bright, 
We almost wish them twice as long, though half as long the night; 
For the pleasant time goes quickly, in the sunny autumn days, 
All too soon the sun is leaving with its last golden rays. 
