"With all respect to history and a patriot, I wish to say Putnam never saw a hill!" "Ooze for camp," called out Frank.
Five o'clock found us round a bright fire, all casting ravenous eyes at a smoking supper.

The smell of the Persian meat would have made a wolf of a vegetarian.

I devoured four chops, and could not have been counted in the running.

Jim opened a can of maple syrup which he had been saving for a grand occasion, and Frank went him one better with two cans of peaches.

How glorious to be hungry--to feel the craving for food, and to be grateful for it, to realize that the best of life lies in the daily needs of existence, and to battle for them! Nothing could be stronger than the simple enumeration and statement of the facts of Wallace's experience after he left Jim.