to your mother some morning, or doing a mean thing to somebody who's done a mean thing to you, just remember this view, just say to yourself, 'The Great Stone Face is looking calmly down the valley, and expects me to be calm, too, and generous, and kind, because those things are what really make men great.' Will you try to remember, boys?"
"Sure!" cried Peanut.
"I can never forget this view," said Lou.
"Whenever I get sore or cross, I always go out in the woods," said Art.
"Say," Peanut added, "I like to go to church this way!"
The rest laughed; and "church" was over for the morning. The boys now munched their raisins, and cut their last two days' mileage on their staffs. From the camp on Moosilauke to Lost River was four miles, through the river one, back to the store for the packs, two more, to North Woodstock five, and up to the camp by the Flume House six. That made eighteen miles, and Art and Peanut added another mile on their staffs for their walking during the pursuit of the burglars. The mileage for the next day, according to Art's pedometer, showed nine miles from camp to the Pool and then to the top of Lafayette, and five miles down the mountain and to the base camp. Then there were two more miles of walking
