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“Well, what about it?” asked Ed of his friend.

“I think it is going to be great!” declared George, looking off into the woods which they were soon to enter.

Ben drove up with the team and, assisted by the agent, began loading the luggage into his wagon. When everything was finally tucked away, he called the boys.

“You fellows had better telegraph some word to your folks to let them know you arrived all right. When we get into the woods it may be some time before you can send a letter out,” he advised.

“I almost forgot,” confessed Ed, guiltily, as he and George followed the agent into the station to send a telegram to their parents.

When they returned, the guide was sitting on the wagon, reins in hand, impatient to start for camp. The boys quickly climbed aboard and found seats on top of the baggage. Ben spoke to the team of wiry little mountain ponies, and with a sudden jerk the wagon started and rattled down the road toward the wall of towering pines at the edge of the forest.

Once in the woods, the road became rougher, and the ponies subsided to a walk. “Hang on there, you fellows!” shouted the guide, each time the wheels dropped into a rut or bumped over the top of a rock. The boys found it great sport, and Ed declared it made him think of stories he had read about Rocky Mountain roads.