Bisbee daily review., 1909-08-14
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by J. B. Lippincott cs.j
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scopyrisht. by J. B. Lppincott cs.j
 Do I stiii want to spend part of your vacation camping! No. Jack. not unless we can camp alone. On dear. no. Yes. did say something about it-but that was before-Oh| you needn't ask. I'm going to tell you. I've been saving it up. You see Professor Schirmir vrotel me from the Schirmir summer school camp and he did make 'roughing it'l sound attractive. thought we'd bel simple and picturesque. you nd l. roaming the forest by day and sittins| around the campfire at night-and| oh. the cheapness of 1t. It seemed asl good as settled the moment l read thel professors letter. but l remembered the awful week you spent at the| "euaint little inn" kept by Rita's "dear| old mountain guide" so decided to go first and see what this was like 1 don't know exactly what I expect ed. but I was sure the camp would be cool and woodsy with log cabins and paths winding away under the trees into nice dim places and the summer school students "star-scat' tered on the grass" you know. and everything smelling of balsam ana wild herbs and a big brook flowing along over stones. l can hardly re member the pretty picture I'd mace for myself. it was ali so different.
 Crooked rows of painted cottages -one was blue-and great smell of baking and frying, just like a cheap city suburb set down in the woods, All along the way as we drove up there were women hanging cut clothes. It was Monday and they stuck to tradition.
 When I saw the building where they took me to brush up put out of my mind for good and all the log cabin that I'd been dreaming about. A log cabin with an open fireplace and pine cones all ready for cool eyening. with little windows in the logs to show the green outside-Oh. buried that cabin-for-two! It was out of the picture beside wooden tent of house big enough for boarding school.
 But didn't give up the woods. The trees looked thicker farther along and I thought the moment luncheon was over I'd run of and enjoy myself. thought this while l was stopping wa, ter over my cindery fingers and hunt. ing for a towel. I'd forgotten to put one in so I asked an aged caretaker who was fussing around the place fl she'd get me one. She was good soul whose conversation facilitated without enlivening.
 Howell" she exclaimed, and went on in a meditative fit. Towel! Towel, H'm! Ono. yes, yes. Towel | can get you one" And she hasted forth I'd dripped nearly dry when she came galumphing back.
 Here 'tis," she called, panting away like a steam roller. Heres your towel. It's been used but it's all right"
 It certainly had been used. It was like the school at Davis Corner after the long recess.
 My idea of camp food was like the rest of my ideas; it was all wrong for that place. We were fed. hundreds of ms. in a long, low, rakish shed where the waitresses were appalled, at my appetite. I seemed to be the only person in my immediate neigh borhood who didn't think eating was paltry business. It had rained SC tie earth floor was damp. but l goi my feet up on the rounds of the chail and ate all the vegetables out of tns little birds bath-tubs about my plate The vegetables were just like thoss that come out of cans everywhert else. but there was some talk at oui table that sounded like nature"
 Now" thought I. as I got out o the wooden eating-cave into the oper again. flor my woods!" I wanted te get away from the blue house and tho lavender house and the eating-houss into a place where l couldn't see { thing but trees. Rut the whole crowt were scuttling away to something or program and I couldn't manage m escape.
 I had my choice of two things. bu no woods could go to the fern ciasI or could inflow Prof. Schirmil with a swarm of crazy children ana drag slimy little beasts out of a pool I took the fern class. That was il another wooden tent. all sort of oh scure and mtldewed and dusty. fol the trees grew thick outside and
 suppose scientists don't do muci Housekeeping. We sat around agains the wall in the dark and peered a one another across a mussy table.
 I peeked at all the specimens witt baby microscope and I looked sol emn and intelligent and kept thinkin, of the book in my bag I'd meant t' read out in the woods. Poor old wilt ed specimens! They made me sick . I wanted to get out where things wer' growing.
 When a part or the cias: Sas ove we trooped out into the air. At leas I dropped The rest hung aroun, the fern professor and squinte, through one another's microscopes
 I was slipping away in the direction where the houses looked thinnes when the woman who'd lent me he microscope called me back She wa another transient" famous botan lat from Maine or Minnesota or some where. She didn't look any more es hilarated than I felt. but we simpI couldn't get away. I'd given up tn idea of q brook. No decent brool would babbie around such a caravan serai, but I stili hoped for q "shad nook" remote from dwellings.