Here was rare luck.

He gave me a tent, camp-stove, dishes, pots, gun, fishing-tackle, a big canvas coat with dozens of pockets riveted on it, a canvas hat, rods, reels, boots that came up to my hips, and about a wagon-load of things in all.

He was a real good fellow.
We laid in a stock of canned and condensed provisions, and I bought a book on camping out so as to be well posted on the subject.

On the Saturday before the first Monday in September we would have been entirely ready to start had we decided on the place where we were to go.
We found it very difficult to make this decision.

There were thousands of places where people went to camp out, but none of them seemed to be the place for us.