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course ; whilst the crew, as usual, must dip plumb and steady ; 
and the little lady always, so agreeable (though giddy, gay 
and airy with the zephyrs) now walks loftily on like any high 
born dame stepping lightly over all the ups and downs, hold- 
ing her head up proudly, and directly on the line for the 
landing. 
‘¢Camp ahoy!” § 
This is pretty early returning, after all, but it is better so to 
do. We have had a nice time sailing; are back to our com- 
fortable quarters long before it is dark, giving us plenty of 
time for a good supper and to cut our new back logs. How 
quiet such a camping looks, with no one at home but the 
birds, and they are all quiet now as we approach the landing. 
Some rock maple logs, split in quarters, stand beside a tree, 
showing brightly in the sun; already they are half seasoned, 
suggesting more elegant broiling coals. The tent is as left in 
the morning, raised up a little from the bottom, allowing the 
sun to shine in, drying our fir bed upon the ground; and the 
sleeping bags, upon a pole beside the well-dried bear skin, 
are just moving back and forth in the breeze. We step 
ashore, straighten up, and are ready to meet each small duty, 
knowing well that to enjoy our camping frst rate, feel fine, 
and have a good appetite, we should work as well as play. 
Often thinking of the fine antlers that the wary buck which 
jilted us so cruelly had carried off with him, we were plan- 
ning the day following to get even with him, by strategy in 
some way, and spoke of laying in wait for him near his 
feeding ground. But a question arose, and referring to our 
log book, we found the week had again run out, and this was 
another Sabbath morn. So we write down another Sunday, 
and really enjoy the quiet day about the camp, and then the 
taking of the lady out for an airing, just at evening. 
