Outing . ight now, but we want to be sure he hasit. I wish it was the first of Octoberinstead of the last. Thats it, Jack, we agreed; thereisnt much time. Still, its been a mildautumn so far, and he may catch it have him interested, and theresno telling how soon a germ will hop intohis system. We, the members of the Campingitis Club, were discussing Ed, a right goodfellow. So good, that we yearned to in-oculate him with the only disease that isconducive to health, to wit, all have it. Jack was smitten yearsago, when he began to paddle his owncanoe; Bert was born with it.
Outing . ight now, but we want to be sure he hasit. I wish it was the first of Octoberinstead of the last. Thats it, Jack, we agreed; thereisnt much time. Still, its been a mildautumn so far, and he may catch it have him interested, and theresno telling how soon a germ will hop intohis system. We, the members of the Campingitis Club, were discussing Ed, a right goodfellow. So good, that we yearned to in-oculate him with the only disease that isconducive to health, to wit, all have it. Jack was smitten yearsago, when he began to paddle his owncanoe; Bert was born with it. Billcaught it by contagion from a rabid case,and the germ entered Cookys femininesoul one day while two small trout werebrowning over a camp fire in the hills. So we were kind to Ed. We told him,with our fingers crossed, that his knackwith a chafing dish would make campcooking easy. We mentioned the con-venience of air mattresses and collapsibleovens, and things that could be packed 30 THE OUTING MAGAZINE. AT THE FOOT OF THE HILL. in his little Elmore. We gave him toread articles about the joys of campingwith an automobile. We tenderly en-couraged his budding enthusiasm until itblossomed like the rose. Then, during a time of warm Indiansummer, we determined to apply thevirus. We felt that a good day in thewoods might well accomplish our the Shack the rustling leaves wereankle deep, the jays called overhead, anddistant sounds of farm creatures wouldcome faintly up to us from the valley be-low, as we sat on the bench in the sunwith our backs against the cabin. Up there we had seen an occasionalgrouse, and a crafty old fox chuckled atthe traps we set for him. Thirty yearsago, another old fox lived down in thevalley and grew fat on innocent he caught our trusting parent;baited a trap with three acres of woodedhillside and took him in, and a tithe ofall he possessed. Nor did the bait everbenefit said parent. Yes, it was a blowto father. But when the disease sot B
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