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WE CAMP OUT.
My wife and I were both so fond of country life and country pursuits that month after month passed by at our little farm in a succession of delightful days.

Time flew like a "limited express" train, and it was September before we knew it.
I had been working very hard at the office that summer, and was glad to think of my two weeks' vacation, which were to begin on the first Monday of the month.

I had intended spending these two weeks in rural retirement at home, but an interview in the city with my family physician caused me to change my mind.

I told him my plan.
"Now," said he, "if I were you, I'd do nothing of the kind.