10 THE LOG OF A TIMBER CRUISER 
No one had thought of calling the attention of the 
experienced camper to the elementary rule that each 
man must limit his personal belongings to absolute 
necessaries. The stuff he had brought would weigh 
five hundred pounds. The chief thought there must 
be some misunderstanding. 
“‘Didn’t I tell you we were packing with burros?’’ 
he asked. ‘‘We can’t afford to take over a hundred 
pounds apiece!’’ 
“‘Well,’? announced Horace, kindly but firmly, 
“‘T’ve been over my effects carefully, I may say 
painstakingly, and I really don’t feel that I can 
spare any of the articles I have selected for the 
trip.”’ 
Frazer stared for a brief moment at the bland 
countenance before him, cast a wild glance at his 
watch, and without another word dived into the dis- 
play and began frantically to sort out and separate 
from the mass those things which he conceived 
necessary to their owner’s continued existence. 
An air mattress, a portable rubber bathtub, and 
a case of dehydrated food went into the discard at 
once, together with a large and miscellaneous as- 
sortment of fishing tackle and sportsmen’s clothes. 
As these were augmented by a chest of medicine, a 
cork helmet, and a neat little set of ‘‘Camper’s Clas- 
sics’’ bound in green morocco, the indignant Weth- 
erby protested volubly. 
Frazer ignored him until his task was finished. 
Then he straightened up. 
