One day while we were there two travelers camped under the tree where our family was roosting.

They had evidently had a hard time making their way through the tangled undergrowth, for as one of the men flung himself down on the ground and stretched himself out at full length, he exclaimed peevishly: "Well, I don't want any more such experiences.

I'm dead tired; my face is all scratched with the thorns and bushes; and I haven't seen a newspaper for a week.

If the railroad company needs any more work of this kind done, they must get somebody else." "Fiddle-dee-dee! You mustn't be so easily discouraged," answered the other young man, who had already set to work scraping up dry chips and pieces of bark to make a fire, "Think of these poor mountaineers who stay here all their lives.

Your little tramp of a few days is nothing to what they do all the time and never think of complaining.