After a hearty supper, the first campfire was lighted. Chorus followed chorus; plaintive strains from steel guitar and saw floated out over the Fiver; Joke followed anecdote; the friendliness that is born with the smell of wood smoke grew and grew until the last log burned low and the moon rose high in the sky, A short prayer, a sleepy "good-night," a shuffling of tenteflaps and" then silence: a silence, that to the old camper spells success, for it indicates that mind and body are healthily tired.
The next morning one of the profes.ors from the college entertained us with a lecture on geology, with articular mention of the strata Found Mangchow. Although the technical terms were horribly maltreated by us (all sedimentary rocks fare now known to us as "sentimental fones) we certainly profited by. the talk, Noon saw the tents packed and most of us cooling off in the river. After tiffin we started upstream, but the water called so strongly that at the first suitable bathing-place we stopped, made fast, and plunged overboard.
Before supper, a stroll along the bank brought us to a small bridge over a creek, A. "Gray's Elegy" ate mosphere reigned, Here, on this bridge, as in England or America, Germany or Greece, or any other country for that malter, was found the small boy endeavouring to attract the clu ive "fiddler"; here, two simple countrymen meet and discuss their affairs before they "homeward wend their weary way"; here, the swallows are banquetting heedlessof the croak of some exuberant frog, the rustle of the reeds in the evening breeze or the hundred other things that sound fan armistice In the strife of modern life. This. night we slept on board For we intended an eatly start the morrow,
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