They packed up their tent and other stuff and shipped
it to Lockport. They followed it two days later, and one bright morning,
having seen their things loaded upon a wagon, they started off for the
depths of the big woods.
CHAPTER XIV
THE TELEPHONE WIRE
"Well, this is something like camping," observed Bart that evening, when,
having pitched their tent in midst of a particularly lonely bit of the
big woods, they sat down to rest. The selection of the spot had been
Frank's, and, though his chums had wondered somewhat at it, they agreed
with him that it was a good place.
There was a little stream running through the forest, not far from where
they pitched their tent, and their first attempt was rewarded by a catch
of several fine fish. Fenn, who had been elected cook, soon had them
frying with some bits of bacon, and Bart, leaning back comfortably
against a big tree, made the remark quoted above.
"Say, are you a visitor, or only a day boarder?" asked Fenn, as he looked
up from his cooking and observed Bart. "There's lots to be done yet.
Lanterns to fill, the cots to get ready, and a trench to dig around the
tent to keep the water away when it rains.
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