The Boy Scout Camera Club, or, the Confession of a Photograph by G. Harvey (George Harvey) Ralphson
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"There is one," he said. "Yes, and I'm sorry I haven't my camera with me." "Are you thinking of remaining in this section long?" the visitor asked. "We can't say," laughed Ned. "We may move on to-morrow, and may stay here a week." The man's suspicions seemed to have vanished. He talked frankly with the boys, and occasionally addressed a word to the old lady. He gave her, briefly, a good report of her son's progress in Washington, and handed her a roll of bank-notes. "He is coming here himself soon," he said, "and he will bring more. He is doing very nicely there." Ned was wishing the boy would waken when the old lady arose from the bed and laid him gently down. He stirred uneasily in his sleep and she stood by his side, smoothing his dark hair away from his forehead. "He favors my side of the family, being dark," she said. "The Stileses are all dark. If one of you boys will sit with him a moment," she added, with mountain hospitality, "I'll get you all a snack. It was a long road over the mountains." Ned accepted the invitation eagerly and sat down by the child. The |
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