The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-08-13
Burdette on Camping Out.
From the Brooklyn Eagle.

From the Brooklyn Eagle.
My boy, when you go out camp
ing, don't trough it" too much.
Don't go without tents. A campwith-
out tent is like an orchard without
apples. And don't move into hotel
cottage and callit 'camplng." That Is
about rs much likecampinga paying
u dollar q pound and fishing in
stocked fish pond is like trout
fishing. Take q tent, the army
wall tent is the most comfortable, and
enjoy yourself. The guide book will
tell you, as 1t told us, that a tent is
unnecessary. That "the author and
his friends have camped in the Adiron-
dacs sleeping in the open air every
night, for, / forget whether it
was three months or three years,
and never felt a drop OF rain. Well.
maybe that il true. We caught about
five weeks OF rain in the month OF
June. You had better take a tent.
There may be some more rare Jnnes
where this one came from.
But the great charm OF the etent does
not lie i'll it's utility as anumbreila. 1t
shows Off to best advantage on ~
windy night That is why | recon-
mend the wall tent, rather than the
az or wedge tent. We have both
varieties in cur camp. but when the
winds are bolsterous the wall tent has
a few fancy steps that the "a" tent
can never hope to initiate. Night has
fallen. On The other hand the wind
has gotten up. retire to the cot that
says down like a watering trough to
receive me, and the circus begins. |
am notvafraid that the tent will blow
over-it takes terrific wind to cap-
size a well.pinned, neatly adjusted
tent. But | don't see why it can't
stand still. l hear the wind
waving among the trees. look
at the cot where the Prince
is sleeping and half wish l hadn't
brought him out into the land OF flu
rious storms, lie down again, look at
the swaying lantern and think | will
get up and put it out. Suddenly the
tent squats down like a collapsed bal
loon, and then before | can throw my
arm over The Prince to keep the ridge
pole from hitting him, the tent stands
straight up three feet higher than its
best standing record. Another roar
ing temptest through the trees; the
four sides of the tent bulge out until
lit is as round as Sibley tent, then it
collapses and sucks in until there is
hardly room inside for the lantern.
Then three sides stitfen up like sheet
iron, while the fourth flaps itself mad
for no particular reason. The tent
squats again, and when it stands up
this time, the fly begins to flap and
pound over your head, faster than.
You can think, with the roll OF u mnf.
fled drum. varied now and then by ~
crack like the shot OF gum A mo-
ment's lull. suddenly the wind seems
to be rending the forests and both
tent poles, fore and ait. are seized with
the deilrlum tremens, and shiver and
shake and tremble in oscllating
spasms, while the walls dance up and
down. hatter,. bu!ne, collapse, and
stretch, and the frantic fly, las fast IS
millwheels strike, smites thetop ofthe
tent in furious, loud sounding whacks,
that make the very lantern burn
blue with fear; themoaning OF thewin
IN the woods rises to Il Shrek; under
the impression that the whole noun.
tam is flowing away, l spring to my
leet, rush to the tent door, tear it op-
ell.
The bluest skies, the brightest stars.
the loveiiest night mall this land greet
es me with the blessing OF peace. The
night WIND is singing softly IN the gen
tie swaylng tree tops, a lullaby of
the summer night, a liquid whisper,
the very undertone OF the zephyr,
scarce SO loud as the purling mnrmur
OF the drowsy little brook, growing
itself to sleep in the starlight. That IS
all
But why should it sound so like
Bediam inside the tent? That's what
want to know.