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Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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unk we passed like circus ridersat full speed, the boat going under, thepassengers over. Once the Kid, standingin front, just managed to keep his endof the boat away from a leveled stump.But the stern swung neatly under it.The Elder, in the back seat, grasped thelog with his arms. There was a shortstruggle, the boat passed on, and theElder was left suspended, his feet dan-gling in the water. But the Kid did not exult long. Therecame a sudden bend, with the usual poolat the turn. He threw his weight uponthe pole, the pole entered the deep water,and so did the Kid. He explained, ashe came aboard, that he was determinedto reach bottom if he had to leave theboat to do it. Shallows were frequent and madewading necessary. Much of the timewas spent in running alongside to keepup with the boat, and hurriedly gettingaboard when deep water came. Weknew now that we were working hard.The sun shone hot, and hundreds ofdeer flies came for blood. We protected(and blinded) ourselves with veils of 226
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WE PROTECTED (AND BLINDED) OURSELVES WITH VEILS OF MOSQUITO BAR. mosquito bar, but nothing could protectour hands and sunburned legs. Toward evening Scott shot a numberof large bullfrogs—of which we alwaysfound plenty—and we determined tocamp early. But there had been no fitplace all afternoon, and the sun had setbefore we saw anything that looked likehard land. This was a gently slopingmound of several acres, with a clump oftrees on the summit. It rose againstthe colorless west in a great, perfectcurve, like the approach to a mansion—though who would live in this swampyand desolate waste? The little groveshould have fronted a fairy dwelling,or held a smoking altar to Faunus. Weclimbed the wet bank with our outfit.The ground was black and miry and be-came more so until we reached the sum-mit, where there was a mucky springamong the trees. The whole mound wasof soft mud—the first springbog of ouracquaintance. Just before dark the river led sud-denly out of the swamp among hills

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