"I thought my pipe would keep them off, but it don't.

There must be plenty of them down at that creek." "Down there!" exclaimed Euphemia.

"Why there are thousands of them here! I never saw anything like it.

They're getting worse every minute." "I'll tell you what we must do," I exclaimed, jumping up.

"We must make a smudge." "What's that?
do you rub it on yourself ?" asked Euphemia, anxiously.
"No, it's only a great smoke.