I love you, Bart." When Bill swore after that the Comptroller raised his hand and shook his head and uttered a protesting hiss.
We got a dozen trout before we resumed our journey and reached camp soon after one o'clock very hungry.

It was a rude bark lean-to, and we soon made a roaring fire in front of it.

What a dinner we had! the bacon and the fish fried in its fat and the boiled potatoes and the flapjacks and maple sugar! All through my long life I have sought in vain for a dinner like it.

I helped with the washing of the dishes and, that done, Bill made a back for his fire of green beech logs, placed one upon the other and held in place by stakes driven in the ground.

By and by Mr.Wright asked me if I would like to walk over to Alder Brook with him.
"The fish are smaller there and I guess you could catch 'em," said he.
The invitation filled me with joy and we set out together through the thick woods.