"Talking of fathers, boys, reminds me that I feel responsible to Francis
Farrar, Esq., for the welfare of his lusty sons. Neal had a pretty
tiring time last night, and only about two hours' sleep since. I don't
suppose any of us are outrageously hungry, seeing that we had some kind
of breakfast at an unearthly hour. Here we are at camp! I propose that
we turn in, and try to sleep until noon. What do you say?"
Their leader having wound up his talk, thus, neither of his comrades
ventured to oppose his suggestion, though they felt little inclined for
slumber.
"Pleasant day-dreams to you, fellows!" said Cyrus three minutes
afterwards, flinging off his coat, and throwing himself on his mattress
of boughs, while he wiped the steady drip of perspiration from his
forehead and cheeks. "This day is going to be too warm for any more
rushing. Our variable climate occasionally gives us these hot spells up
to the middle of October; but they don't last. So much the better for
us! We don't want sizzling days and oppressive nights, with mosquitoes
and black flies to make us miserable.
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