Fluttering amid
the almonds which studded its top were two wee pink-stemmed flags. And
here again, in compliment to the newly arrived guests, the
"Star-Spangled Banner" kissed the English Union Jack.
"Say, Neal!" exclaimed Cyrus, his eyes keenly bright as he looked at the
toy standards, "wouldn't this sort of thing delight our friend Doc? By
the way, that reminds me, I have a package for you from him, and a
message from Herb Heal too. Herb wants to know 'when those gamy
Britishers are coming out to hunt moose again?' And Doc has sent you a
little bundle of beaver-clippings. They are from an ash-tree two feet in
circumference, felled by that beaver colony which we came across near
the _brulee_ where you shot your bear and covered yourself with glory.
Doc asked you to put the wood in sight on Christmas Night, and to think
of the Maine woods."
"Think of them!" Neal ejaculated. "Bless the dear old brick! does he
think we could ever forget them and the stunning times we had in camp
and on trail?"
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