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Half an hour's brisk walk took them to the site of the camp. There there
was a little sandy beach, and the tents had been pitched on ground was
slightly higher. Behind each tent a trench had been dug, so that, in
case of rain, the water flowing down from the high ground in the rear
would be diverted and carried down into the lake.
Before the tents a great fire was burning, and the girls cried out
happily at the sight of plates, with knives and forks and tin pannikins
set by them, all spread out in a great circle near the fire. At the fire
itself two or three men were busy with frying pans and great coffee
pots, and the savory smell of frying bacon, that never tastes half as
good as when it is eaten in the woods, rose and mingled with the sweet,
spicy smell of the balsams and the firs, the pines and the spruces.
"Oh, but I'm glad we're here!" cried Dolly, with a huge sigh of content.
"And I'm glad to see supper--and smell it!"
And what a supper that was! For many the girls, like Bessie, and Zara,
and Dolly, it the first woods meal.
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