The Camp Fire Girls in the Maine Woods - Or, The Winnebagos Go Camping by Hildegard G. (Hildegard Gertrude) Frey
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"Knee-deep!" "Better go round!" "Skeel!" "Skeek!" "Skeel!"
"Skeek!" "Blub!" "Glub!" "Chralk!" Gladys's eyes started out of her head at the unearthly noises. Her nerves were just about on edge from their incessant piping when suddenly a long, eerie laugh rang out over the water. "Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" She screamed aloud and sat up in bed. "What's the matter?" said Migwan, waking up. "What was it? Oh, what was it?" asked Gladys in a voice cold with terror. "What was what?" said Migwan. Just then the sound rang out again. "That!" said Gladys. "Why, that's nothing but a loon," answered Migwan. "Isn't it lovely!" And she fell asleep again. But slumber would not come to Gladys. The bed sagged in the middle and she could not get herself adjusted to it. She was finally in the act of dozing off when the bed collapsed with a jarring crash. Instantly the whole camp was awake. Migwan jumped up and lit the lantern, and Nyoda came running over from Alpha to see what was the matter. There was much laughter over the mishap, but unfortunately Gladys got the idea that Sahwah, who had giggled uncontrollably from the start, was responsible for the bed going down. "You made it fall down," she said to |
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