The Camp Fire Girls in the Maine Woods; Or, The Winnebagos Go Camping

diving tower squinting through Nakwis

lled Migwan from the rocks bel

rd yet," she answered. "If Gladys doesn't come pretty soon I shall

and skilled in every art we ever thought or dreamed of.

an affinity," she said with a sigh, squinting sidewise down her nose and m

somebody for the first time and you don't know a thing about her, perhaps not even h

ees me waving the sheet from the tower she won't say to herself, 'The energetic maiden on yon lofty tower is my one and only lov

steriously, "Oh, I have a way of telling thin

e ceased staring fixedly at the distant gap between Blueberry Island and the mainland, and pointed the glass around at the objects near her; at Migwan washing middies in the lake, her soap tied to the dock to keep it from floating away; at the t

she heaved an impatient sigh. "Oh, please, dear Bluebird," she said aloud, "please hurry up!" By and by her eyes rested upon Sahwah, silhouetted against the sky on top of the diving tower. Picking up a big dry pine cone from the floor of the Crow's Nest, she took careful aim and sent it sailing downward in a swift, curving flight. The prickly missile hit Sahwah squarely in the back of the neck. She started violently

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inging in time to the dipping of their paddles. Sahwah curved her hands around her mouth and set forth a long, yodling hail, which was answered in kind by th

craft and dumping the girls into the lake. The other girls in the first canoe, just ahead, turned to see what was happening, and in their laughter over the upset forgot to hold their own boat steady, and presently there was a second spill. Sahwah came up choking with laughter, and was immediately ducked under again by Nakwisi and Chapa, the two she had dropped in upon. The water flew in all directions, and Migwan fled over the rocks to avoid being drenched. Medmangi and Nyoda also came up thirsting for vengeance, but Sahw

irs before getting in themselves, while Nakwisi and Chapa had theirs half empty and had managed to get in and were splashing the water out from both sides at once. Sahwah and Migwan stopped ducking each other to watch the righting process. Nakwisi and Chapa had just triumphantly paddled up to the canoe dock, and Nyoda and

here was no time for the girls to get dry clothes on before the boat stopped beside the dock. They lined up all dripping, except Hinpoha,

, our new member, whose father has made it possible for us to camp here this

fat girl with an amazing quantity of bright red hair t

hose the Sun part because I like sunshine and the Fish part because I like to swim

tands for my ambition to write stories and things." She was a thought

Girl, and Nakwisi the Star Maiden. "And this," they cried in unison, encircling one

y at her wet clothes and then around at the dishevelled group. She was a very fair girl, rath

ttle, as if she were afraid they might also enfold her i

our names,"

adys, "you don't expect me to remembe

he group, and each girl was acutely conscious of her wet clothes. Sahwah looked to see Migwan and Gladys fall into each ot

a suddenly, pointing to a large winged bi

's my glass?"

e off the end of the dock, coming up with the spy-glass in her hand. Gladys's e

her the glass, "will getting it wet hurt it any?" Nakwisi screwed her belove

g her head, "you will never learn to

n to be careless with it, it

. "It's all my fault,

a pine cone and

lly going on between those two. "Come on, girls," she called, "and get dry clot

As they went up she explained how she happened to be so wet, describing in detail the upsetting of the canoes. Gladys's eyes opened wide at the

s camping grounds on Loon Lake in Maine for the summer if they would take Gladys in and teach her to do the things they did. He had become interested in the Winnebago group through a picture of them in the newspaper, and thought it would be a fine thing for Gladys. He and Mrs. Evans were going on an all-summ

en Miss Kent broke the news that passersby paused to listen. They sang a dozen different cheers to Gladys and her father; then they cheered for the lake and the camp and the good time they were going to have until they were too hoarse to speak. Gladys was then away at school and was to be in New York City with her parents until the first of July, so Miss Kent and her girls came up the last week in June to open camp. Gladys had never seen the place until that day, for her father had j