Most everybody that's grown up calls me by a nickname. As long as he was
there he decided to stay a few days, because he was stuck on Temple Camp.
All the fellows were crazy about him. At camp-fire he told us about his
adventures in France. He said you can't get gum drops in France.
Gee, I wouldn't want to live there.
CHAPTER II
AN AWFUL WILDERNESS
After he'd been at camp three or four days, Harry Donnelle said to me,
"Skeezeks, are you game for a real hike-you and your patrol?"
I said, "Real hikes are our specialties-we eat'em alive."
"I don't mean just a little stroll down to the village or even over as far
as the Hudson," he said; "but a hike that _is_ a hike. Do you think you
could roll up a hundred miles?"
"As easy as rolling up my sleeves," I told him. "We're so game that a ball
game isn't anything compared with us. Speak out and tell us the worst."
He said, "Well, I was thinking of a little jaunt back home."
_"Good night,"_ I told him, "I thought maybe you meant as far as Kingston
or Poughkeepsie. But Bridgeboro! Oh boy!"
"Of course, we wouldn't get very far from the Hudson," he said, "and we
could jump on a West Shore train most anywhere, if you kids got tired.
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