minutes he had it out, and was trying to demolish the wood-box with it—not trying, succeeding! His father had to take it away.
The Sheldon family all came to welcome Mr. Rogers, and when he and Peanut returned to camp they carried milk and eggs and doughnuts.
"That farm," Mr. Rogers said, "is about the best place I know of to come to stay, if you want to tramp around for a week or a month."
"They kind of like you, I guess," said Peanut.
"That's the kind of folks they are," answered the Scout Master.
Back at camp, the Scouts had a fire going briskly, and soon supper was sizzling, and the smell of coffee, made from the pure water of Copper Mine Brook, was mingling with the fragrance of the pines, and with another smell the boys at first did not recognize till Art examined a small tree close to the fire, and discovered that it was balsam. They were in the midst of their feast, when Mr. Sheldon appeared, and sat down with them.
"You oughtn't to take 'em away from here without showing 'em the falls," he said to the Scout Master. "They are full now—lots of water coming over—and I cut out the trail fresh this last winter. You can do it in the morning and still make Kinsman, easily. At least, you can if they are strong boys," he added with a wink.
