water sea in the whole world. Shortly afterwards they reached the shore
and were looking almost in awe out upon the vast expanse of water, upon
the bosom of which they anticipated making their home for some weeks
during vacation time.

"Here's the finest camp site you ever struck in your born days,
fellers!" called out Giraffe, as he waved his arm around at the trees
that grew close to the edge of the inland sea; and every one of the
other five scouts agreed with him.

They had made many camps in the last two years, for they had wandered
far from the home town, down in Tennessee, up in Maine, and away out to
the Rockies on one memorable occasion; but no better place to spend a
night had ever greeted their eyes.

It was soon a bustling scene, with a fire being started, and
arrangements made to build a sort of lean-to shelter that would even
shed rain in a pinch should a storm come upon them during the night they
expected to spend here.

Davy, as usual, was climbing trees, and spying into every hole he could
find. When Monkey Jones had a chance to exercise his peculiar gifts
like this present opportunity afforded him it was utterly out of the
question to hold him in. And so he swung daringly from one limb to
another, just for all the world like a squirrel, chattering at times in
a way that Giraffe always declared left no doubt in his mind concerning
Davy's having descended from the original tree-climbing tribe that
sported tails.

There was one very large tree close by, that is, large considering that