the idea had appealed to him; and there was a chance that he would
indulge in very little rest that night, for trying to "keep one eye open
while he slept."

After supper was all over, and the boys lay around on their blankets,
they fell to talking of other days when they had been in company, and
met with a great many, surprising adventures.

Then Bumpus, who really had a very fine tenor voice, which he could
strain so as to sing soprano like a bird, was coaxed to favor them with
a number of selections, the others coming in heavy in each chorus.

Sometimes it was a popular ballad of the day that Bumpus gave them; but
more often a school chorus, or it might be some tender Scotch song like
"Comin' Through the Rye," "Annie Laurie," or "Twickenham Ferry;" for
boys can appreciate such sentiments more than most folks believe; and
especially when in an open air camp, with the breeze sighing through the
trees around them, or the waves murmuring as they wash the sandy shore
of a lake, and the moonlight throwing a magical spell upon all their
surroundings; for there is the seed of romance in the heart of nearly
every healthy lad.

So the evening wore on until some of them began to yawn frequently,
showing that they were ready to turn in. As one of them had said, this
might be the last time they would camp ashore during trip, because on
the morrow they anticipated, unless something unforeseen came up to
prevent it, going aboard their boat, and starting on the cruise upon the
big waters of Superior.

They had no tent on this occasion, but really that was not going to