“How beautiful!” cried Tad.
“Wouldn’t they make fish poles, though?” chuckled Ned.
“Yes, we wouldn’t have to leave home when we went fishing,” answered Stacy. “We could just sit on the back porch and drop a hook in the water at the back of the old pasture lot.”
“How high do you think those trees are, Professor?” asked Tad.
“All of a hundred and fifty feet. A marvelous growth.”
“I think I can appreciate the beauty of it more after I get something inside of me,” spoke up the fat boy. “Do we get anything to eat or do we absorb landscape for our supper?”
“I reckon we had better get busy,” agreed Tad laughingly.
They began unloading the packs at once. By 87the time the boys came in with the wood the spot had assumed a really camp-like appearance. The pots were filled with water and Tad began building a structure that was to be their campfire when he was ready to touch it off.
“Did you find any birch bark, Ned?” he asked.
“Yes, there it is.”