The Camp Fire Girls in the Maine Woods - Or, The Winnebagos Go Camping by Hildegard G. (Hildegard Gertrude) Frey
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this camp. It's an ill wind, you know. Anyway, she's a
Winnebago now, and we have to make something out of her." "You're so good-natured, 'Poha," said Sahwah. "I wish I could like everybody the way you do." Hinpoha opened her mouth to reply, but instead uttered a prolonged "Ow-oo-oo-oo!" They were sitting on a log when the above conversation took place, and Hinpoha had poked her hand into the hollow end. Now she drew it out hastily and began to dance around, shaking her hand violently. "Oh, what is it?" cried Sahwah. "Bees!" shrieked Hinpoha. "Run for your life!" An angry buzz sounded from the log and the bees began crawling out at the end. Hinpoha fled through the woods with Sahwah close at her heels. By the time they reached camp Hinpoha's hand was swelled all out of shape. It was all she could do to repress a cry of pain. Nyoda rose quickly when she took in the situation. "Get some moist clay at once," she commanded. "There is some in the woods behind the shack." Sahwah sped after the clay and returned with a large lump. "Now you make mud pies until the inflammation is drawn out of your hand," said Nyoda. Hinpoha dutifully sat down beside Migwan and played in the clay. |
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