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The men took scant pains to conceal their dislike for the young fellow who steadfastly refused to "chip in" when the camp jug was sent to the Skylark, the nearest saloon, some miles down the river, and who invariably declined to join in the camp's numerous sprees. But Bennett worked on quietly. And in the meantime to the old shack in the woods the baby had come in the bleak November weather.
"Stonewall Jackson! It's Jackson! Stonewall Jackson! Bless the Lord, O my soul! Can't you all stop and tell a body? No; you can't, of course. Go along, and God bless you! Their camp's this side the North Fork about a thousand of them. Guns? Yes, they've got two guns. Cavalry? No, no cavalry. Don't let them get away! If they fall back they'll try to burn the bridges. Don't let them do that.
Camp's hands the means whereby she might penetrate this stronghold of iniquity, and so be enabled to do what we had schemed and planned to accomplish, and but for her might have made only a partial success. Mrs.
Then, hurrying to the voice of the terrible trumpet-note, on all sides the wild rustics snatch their arms and stream in: therewithal the men of Troy pour out from their camp's open gates to succour Ascanius.
Everything's clean," he added hastily in answer to Miss Towne's lifting eyebrows. "Blankets, cots and all, even the hammocks yonder, I had scrubbed with soap and water. I don't live with a doctor for nothing." "It's very nice, indeed, boys," said Miss Towne. "Come girls, get out your aprons. I suppose you're all starved." "Wait! Wait!" cried Kent. "That's not the way this camp's going to be run.
Smoking, Philip stared at the firelit hollow where his lady's fire-tinted tents glimmered spectrally through the trees. He was relieved to see that the camp's unbidden guest lay comfortably upon his own blankets by the fire.
Figuratively, the camp's nose had tilted at this, and it stated pompously that it were better to preserve its classic purity of features and pro rata of toes, than to jeopardize these adjuncts through fear of a possible blood disease. "Blood disease, eh?" George snorted like a sea-lion. "Wait till your legs get black and you spit your teeth out like plum-pits mebbe you'll listen then.
Things looked blue for Yale when Walter walked out of the door, but after some ten minutes' discussion we decided that the open game was the better, despite Camp's opinion to the contrary, but that we could not play the open game without Camp as captain. Some one was sent out to bring Walter back; matters were smoothed out; we played the open game and never lost a touchdown during the season.
Camp's sad accident. At the supper table it was voted that they all write a joint letter of sympathy to her, and express, at the same time, their united and separate thanks for her kindness to them in lending them her home. Loraine wrote the letter, Laura Ann copied it, they all signed it.
The crowd, the rustic and ruder part of it, cheered and cheered till the mountain echoes answered; then a railroader called for three times three, with a tiger, and got it. The guests of the hotel broke away and went toward the house over the long shadows of the meadow. The lower classes pressed forward, on Camp's invitation. "Well, did you ever hear a more disgusting rigmarole?" asked Mrs.
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