Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1885-06-30

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celved from as many different boys,
making inquiries on the subject OF
camping out for week or more dur
ing the summeR When q boy gets this
.scrazes the best prescription, is to send
him of to carry out his desires.
The outfit should consist Of q tent,
cooking utensils blankets, candles, fish
ing-rods, and an old revolver. The lat
ter is necessary to protect the crowd
from being scalped BY Indians who viii
be almost sure to make an attack.
A camping ground about ten males
distance wiz permit most of tire boys to
feel homesick after the first night. The
site should be near Q lake. 1t ought TO
be lake into which some Indianmaiden
plunged from an overhanging rock be-
cause her father wanted her to marry old
Eat Knife, while her heart beat
only for young TaKy-on-a- Cracker It
ought to be, but it won't. 1t viii be
very common sort of pond which some
body has dignifed with the title OF lake.
The lake ought to swarm with fish. 1t
viii swarm until the boys get there.
Pickerel, bass and perch ought TO climb
over each other in their hurry to seize
the baited hooks, bat somehow they
won't do it. All the climbing viii be
done by the boys, and it will be tall
climbing before they hook q single fish.
When the site has, been reached the
first thing is to select spot on which to
pitch the tent. This win give an OPP
portunity for the tent to make q strike
by pitching itself, as no two boys ever
did agree on a precise location. One
will want it in grove, another on hill
and third on the shore of the lake.
No matter how long the discussion lasts
or who carries the day, the tent viii be
set up in the worst spot for half q mile
around.
The next thing isto get all the ''traps''
under shelter. Nobody came to work,
and another wrangle is the result.
Everything is finally dumped in a heap
inside the tent, and everybody starts off
to find the romance of camping out.
There should be boating if there was a
boat. There would be splendid bathing
If it wasn't for the old trees and roots
and weeds along the shores. Somebody
might kill buffalo if the old revolver
hadn't been forgotten in the tent and if
all the buffalos weren't thousand miles
away on the plains.
The first boy to return to the tent
doesn't begin to- rush around to cook
supper. He sits down to wait for the
second boy. He's hungry enough, but
he didn't come OF there to cook. The
second boy waits for the third, and
when all the gang are finally in there is
lively wrangle as to who shall turn
scullion. The hungriest chap finally
gives in and paws around for the skillet
and coffee-pot and provisions. He.wants
water to begin with, and for the first
time discovers that the crystal springs
and babbling brooks they talked of so
much forgot to grow in that neighbor-
hood, and the dirty, tepid waters Of the
lake must be made to answer.
The idea, when they started out, was
to have juicy buffalo steaks and quail on
toast for every meal, but the buffalo
hasn't come around and the quail are too
lively to stay on the toast. AS substi-
tute the cook peels dozen potatoes and
cuts off pound of salt pork from the
chunk. The meat is nicely burned
black on the camp fire, the potatoes
sliced and dumped into the skillet, and
dish fit to be set before a king is the
result. The king would have to be very
hungry, however, to give it second
look. The coffee pans out as q liquid
which smells something like coffee, but
tastes something like root-beer kept over
from last year. The butter got badly
melted by the heat, and is somehow
mixed up with pair Of rubber boots, a
bedquilt and a bottle of camphor sent
along by one of the thoughtful mothers.
The bakers bread is full of dust and
grit, but the supper, taken altogether,
beats anything ever put on table at
Delmonico's.
fire otter supper and tell Indian stories
and hunting anecdotes, but each boy de-
elines to hunt around for wood to keep
up blaze. Everybody has had the best
time in all his life thus far, but somehow
nobody starts q story, and everybody
wishes he was home As darkness comes
on one lad remarks that he shouldn't
like to have Bengal tiger carry him of
and devour him alive, and three minutes
later everything able TO walk has walked
inside the tent.
It was figured that the tent was big
enough for q circus, but when the five
or six boys came to stretch out there is a
deal of growing about room. It was
going to be so romantic to sleep under a
tent with campfire at the door, but
the fire is out and everybody is silently
wondering how on earth he came to
make such fool Of himself. The
ground Is hard, the tent is as hot as an
oven, and the idea that snake may take
it into his head to creep in among them
keeps the cold chills gaIloping up and
down every spine.
Sleep comes at last, and nobody il
aroused when the rain begins to patter
down. It was no ones business to dig }
ditch around the tent, and the first boy
to be awakened finds a small creek try.
ing to float him off. There are creeks
and rivers, and harbors and CULTS all
around, and the gang wake up and tes-
tify and try to put the blame' on each
other.
The morning sun comes up on wei
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