“They were as fine as silk,” declared the cook, as he wrapped the remnants of the feast in some clean paper, to be eaten for lunch on the following day, “but they were such whoppers, I just couldn’t make way with more than four.”
“Then I did pretty well for a beginner, didn’t I?” asked Teddy.
“Oh! you’re going to make the champion frog leg eater of the bunch,” Dolph replied, with a laugh. “Why I only nibbled at my first taste, and it took me some time to really appreciate them. But you took to ’em as easily as a duck does to water.”
They had a fairly quiet night, all told. A few mosquitoes sang around, and Teddy vowed he would have the net up another time.
Then a loon out on the lake uttered its discordant cry several times, after the moon had arisen. But taken in all, the boys found little to complain of in this, their first night’s camp on Lake Manistique.
When another day came, they knocked around camp for some time.
“Where’s Amos gone?” asked Teddy, as he came up from the canoes, to find Dolph the sole occupant of the camp, and busy rigging up a fishing outfit, as if he wanted to try the bass in the lake.
“Oh! he heard me say I wished we had some honey for those fine flap jacks he made for breakfast,” replied Dolph.
“And just like the bully fellow he is, Amos has trotted off to see if he can’t discover a bee tree somewhere, eh? Well, I sure hope he does. I like honey pretty well myself, sometimes. Going to try the bass, eh, Dolph.”
“I hope they take the ibis half as greedily as those big bull-frogs did. I couldn’t ask anything better,” replied the other, as he walked down to the canoes.