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Coming at length to an old camp-site by the side of a pretty little woodland stream, the guide stopped his team and, turning, said: “It’s some time past noon, boys, and we’ve got quite a spell to go yet before dark. Guess your breakfast must have been shook down long ago. Suppose we get off here, build a fire, and cook a bite to eat?”

They were quite ready; but what they were to eat, or how or where they were to cook it, they did not know, for neither Ed nor George had ever camped in the real wilderness before.

Ben soon solved the difficulty by taking from a box beneath the wagon-seat tin-plates, knives, forks, cups, and spoons. Then from a small deer-hide case he brought forth six eggs, some delicious-looking brown biscuits, a piece of bacon, and a coffee-pot. Having deposited all these things on the ground near a convenient log, he set the boys at work gathering sticks with which to start a fire.

These sticks were skilfully arranged between two logs, and soon a crackling blaze was frying the eggs and bacon in the pan, while farther along between the logs the coffee-pot was giving forth a tempting aroma.