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" Bravo ! " cried Mr. Blake ; " some one must have 

 taught j'ou that, my boy." 



" I've seen the lumbermen do it over at the far 

 mountain." 



" Are there Moose anywhere near here ? " asked Olive. 



" Oh, no ; but the men had worked in North ]\Iaine 

 and Canada, and they used to sit round the fire and tell 

 boast stories of what they had done, and showed how 

 they called jNIoose." 



" Boast stories, what are those ? " asked Olive. 



" Stories about animals they had hunted so long ago 

 that ev^ery time they told about the beast it got bigger 

 and bigger, until it wouldn't have known itself." 



Mr. Blake laughed heartily at Rap's description, as if 

 he thoroughly appreciated his meaning. 



" When we sit by the campfire thinking of past days 

 that have pleased us, we often see them through the 

 firelight as we do things in dreams, which are part 

 imagination and part memory. Always remember, boys, 

 that the adventures we have under the open sky and 

 the friends we make around the campfires and in the 

 silence of strange places — open prairie or trackless 

 wood — are different from the doings and acquaintances 

 of every day, and the account of them must always seem 

 unreal to those who have not been there." 



"You called fust rate the second time," said Nez to 

 jNIr. Blake, returning from showing his farm, as he 

 called it. " It was a little onsertin at fust — " 



" Praise Rap ; the call I gave was called a ' foggy 

 noise ' by Dodo." 



" Was that you, little chap ? Want to know ! Was 

 you raised in the North Woods ? " 



