tures they met with there, can be
learned by reading the second volume, entitled "The Outdoor Chums on the
Lake; or, Lively Adventures on Wildcat Island."

When the Easter holidays came around they had laid out another charming
campaign. This was nothing more nor less than an expedition to Oak
Ridge, that lay some ten miles back from the lake, amid the Sunset
Mountains. Report had it that there was a real ghost to be seen there,
and the boys were bent on discovering the truth of this weird story. It
can be easily understood that they must have had a glorious time on that
trip, viewed from the standpoint of an eager, adventure-loving boy. But
the story is set down in full in the third volume, and you can read it
for yourselves in "The Outdoor Chums in the Forest; or, Laying the Ghost
of Oak Ridge."

No further long jaunts came the way of the quartet during the school
term, up to the Christmas holidays, when they received permission to
undertake a trip to the Sunny South. Just how this came about, and what
wonders they saw and experienced on a Florida river, as well as upon
the great Mexican Gulf, have been told in the fourth book of the series,
called "The Outdoor Chums on the Gulf; or, Rescuing the Lost
Balloonists."

And now it seemed as though, less than six months later, they were ready
to embark on what promised to be the most exciting trip of all, a visit
to the wilderness of the great Northwest, in search of big game.

Reaching the clubhouse, they quickly stowed their boats away. From this
time on there would probably be scant time for aquatic sports. The
tremendous undertaking they had in view would, very likely, occupy all
their spare moments.

"Now let's have that letter, Frank. We want to con it so that every word
will be photographed on our brains from this time on. Didn't old Jesse
say that Martin Mabie was a big stockman now, and had really quit being
a guide and hunter? Then it's mighty kind of him to undertake to convoy
a raft of tenderfeet into the wilderness. Money didn't enter into it,
that's sure," said Bluff.

"He mentions having had a long letter from Jesse," remarked Frank.

"That settles it, then. Our good old friend has been telling him
everything we ever did, and got him interested. We must make it a point
to run up and see Jesse before we go, and thank him."

"You're right about that, Jerry," said Frank warmly. "I was thinking the
same, myself. But here's the letter. Read it for yourse