With acknowledgments to K. C. B. 
Eveiy ^ime ih&i guide 
opened his mouth ^ 
he said somediind 
THREE DAYS from town. 
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THREE CHANGES of trains. 
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INCLUDING A ride. 
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ON A dinky little. 
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NARROW GAUGE line. 
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THEN FORTY miles more. 
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I N A flivver. 
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TILL THE country road. 
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PETERED OUT and stopped. 
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THEN BY canoe. 
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THROUGH wooded streams. 
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TILL FINALLY at the lake. 
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I MET my guide. 
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AND WE made camp. 
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THE GUIDE was native born. 
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A CHILD of the wilderness. 
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WISE IN wood lore. 
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AND THE craft of camps. 
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BUT ABLE neither. 
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TO WRITE nor read. 
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BUT WHEN at night. 
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BY THE camp fire. 
THERE IN the heart. 
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OF THE “forest primeval.’ 
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AND A hundred miles. 
... 
FROM HAUNTS of men. 
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I GAVE him one. 
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OF MY cigarettes. 
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HE LIT it, drew deep. 
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SMILED AND said. 
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“THEY SATISFY." 
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“O ATISFY” just fits Chester- 
kJ fields. There’s something 
in their mild smoothness that 
goes right to the spot. Choice 
tobaccos, Turkish and Domestic 
— a blend that literally can't be 
copied— a glassine wrapper for 
their extra protection — on 
every count, Chesterfields 
— “satisfy. 
CIGARETTES 
