city life might not have bred.

"I further propose," he went on, "that we hire a roomy wagon and a pair
of strong horses from a settler who has a clearing about two miles from
here. There is an old logging-road which runs through the woods towards
the point for which we're heading. We could follow that for the first
half of our journey. It isn't a turnpike, you know. In fact, it's only a
broad track where the underbrush has been cleared away, and the trees
cut down, with strips of corduroy road sandwiched in. But the lumbermen
still haul supplies over it to their camps, and I propose that we
follow their example. We can pile our tent, camp duffle [stores], and
all our packs into the wagon, together with the hero of the
deer-road,"--winking at Dol,--"and the rest of us can take turns in
riding. It will be a big lark for these youngsters to travel over a
corduroy road. A very bracing ride they'll have in more senses than one;
but they can spin plenty of yarns about it when they get home."

The "youngsters," one and all, signified their approval of the
suggestion. Cyrus, who, as a college man, was above this category, was
pleased to acquiesce too.

"When can we get the wagon, Doctor?" asked Neal, burning to press
onward.

"Oh! the day after to-morrow, I guess. And now, lads!" Dr. Phil's voice
was serious, but exultant, "we're a thoroughly happy set of fellows, in
accord with each other and our surroundings. We feel our brains clear,
our gladness springing up, and our lungs swelling to double their size
with the whiffs which reach us from those sky-piercing pines yonder. So
we will remember that 'the wide earth is our Father's temple.' Over