. The top of the continent; the story of a cheerful journey through our national parks. Oh, take us, take us to the top of the con-tinent, dear Uncle Billvl HOW IT HAPPENED 11 stretched, crying: **0h, take us, take us to the top ofthe continent, dear Uncle Bihy ! Uncle Billy and Uncle Tom were twin brothers, butthey did not resemble each other in any respect. UncleBilly was fair-haired and smooth-shaven, round-facedand jolly. Uncle Tom was slender and dark-haired,and wore a tiny young mustache, of which his olderbrother, Mr. Jefferson, made endless sport. He wasquiet and studi- -_ ous. When th
. The top of the continent; the story of a cheerful journey through our national parks. Oh, take us, take us to the top of the con-tinent, dear Uncle Billvl HOW IT HAPPENED 11 stretched, crying: **0h, take us, take us to the top ofthe continent, dear Uncle Bihy ! Uncle Billy and Uncle Tom were twin brothers, butthey did not resemble each other in any respect. UncleBilly was fair-haired and smooth-shaven, round-facedand jolly. Uncle Tom was slender and dark-haired,and wore a tiny young mustache, of which his olderbrother, Mr. Jefferson, made endless sport. He wasquiet and studi- -_ ous. When the ^|k m 1- children wanted J^^^ 4a romp theysought UncleBilly. Whenthey wanted in-formation theyasked UncleTom. AuntJane, by theway, was sister, who was home for the holidays fromher sophomore year at Vassar. What mischief have you been doing here, Tom?asked Uncle Billy when at length he had untangled. Margaret began to weep silently, while Jack kickedthe piano-chair 12 THE TOP OF THE CONTINENT himself and the situation. **You ought not to havefilled these childrens heads with this notion of goingwith us on our trip next summer. I didnt, said Uncle Tom; on the contrary, I toldthem emphatically that they could not go. Margaret began to weep silently, while Jack kickedthe piano-chair as if he wanted to hurt it. Its no trip for children, Mother declared. ** Climb-ing mountains and riding mules close to precipices andsleeping out in forests—I cannot see how the subjectever even came up. The national parks may be verywell for hardy young men in their senior vacations,but they are no places for children—or for women,either. Oh, arent they though? cried Uncle just where you are good and mistaken. Sistermine. They are exactly the places for women andchildren—and old folks and everybody else. Thereare good hotels and good comfortable camps, goodautomobile roads and splendid
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