The Camp Fire Girls at Camp Keewaydin; Or, Paddles Down
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The Camp Fire Girls At Camp Keewaydin
Or, Down Paddles
By Hildegard G. Frey
All aboard! The hoarse voice of Captain MacLaren boomed out like a fog horn, waking a clatter of echoes among the tall cliffs on the opposite shore of the river, and sending the seventy-five girls on the dock all skurrying for the Carribou's gangplank at once.
Hurry up, Hinpoha! We're getting left behind. Agony strained forward on the suitcase she was helping Hinpoha to carry down the hill and endeavored to catch up with the crowd, a proceeding which she soon acknowledged to be impossible, for Hinpoha, rendered breathless by the hasty scramble from the train, lagged farther behind with every step.
I—can't—go—any—faster! she panted, and abruptly let go of her end of the suitcase to fan herself with her hand. What's the use of rushing so, anyway? she demanded plaintively. They won't go off without us; they can see us coming down the hill. It wasn't my fault that my camera got wedged under the seat and made us be the last ones off the train, she continued, and I'm not going to run down this hill and go sprawling, like I did in the elevator yesterday. Are the other girls on already? she asked, searching the crowd below with her eyes for a sight of the other Winnebagos.
Sahwah and Oh-Pshaw are on the boat already, replied Agony, and Gladys and Migwan are just getting on. I don't see Katherine anywhere, however. Oh, yes, she exclaimed, there she is down there in the crowd. What are they all laughing at, I wonder? Oh, look, Katherine's suitcase has come open, and all her things are spilled out on the dock. I thought it would be strange if she made the trip without some kind of a mishap. Oh, dear, did you ever see anyone so funny as Katherine?
Well, observed Hinpoha in a tone of relief, we don't have to hurry now. It'll take them at least ten minutes to get that suitcase shut again. I know, because I helped Katherine pack. I had to sit on it with all my might to close it.
Hildegard G. Frey
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CHAPTER I
ON THE WAY
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
THE GREAT MYSTERY SOUND
CHAPTER IV
THE ALLEY INITIATION
CHAPTER V
ON THE ROAD FROM ATLANTIS
CHAPTER VI
A CAMP HEROINE
CHAPTER VII
THE BUSINESS OF BEING A HEROINE
CHAPTER VIII
THE SHOE BEGINS TO PINCH
CHAPTER IX
AN EXPLORING TRIP
CHAPTER X
TOPSY-TURVY DAY
CHAPTER XI
EDWIN LANGHAM
CHAPTER XII
THE STUNT'S THE THING
CHAPTER XIII
THEIR NATIVE WILDS
CHAPTER XIV
REGATTA DAY
CHAPTER XV
THE BUFFALO ROBE
CHAPTER XVI
THE TORCH KINDLES