d and sighed deeply.

"Selling them to what?" shouted the children.

"I can't tell that to you," replied the old man, shaking his head sadly.
"It's the story of 'How Katy Did.' I have to be very careful, for Mr.
John Burroughs, who is a wiser old man than I am, says I mustn't. Lately
the scientists almost killed one man I know, and a good, clever, useful
man, for telling that story--very savage, very savage."

The children began to look troubled. "Will Mr. Burroughs hurt us?"
inquired Hope. "My papa would--"

"No, no, child, you're too small. He likes something big, and he's
especially fond of the Big Stick."

"Is that what he does his beating with?" Jack's eyes were frightened.

"He hunts with the Big Stick," answered the guide. "Dear me, where are
we? It's half-past eight, and you children should have been in bed this
time long, long ago. Hurry! Skip! Get the lanterns or we'll all be
scolded."

And they scampered for the village, the guide driving them before him,
and all the lights waving to and fro like so many crazy fireflies.

VI

FISHING

Have you ever started off on a bright, cool morning to fish? At the last
it seems as if you would never get started, which, I suppose, is partly
the eagerness to be gone; then you do get off, only to find you've
forgot the can of worms or the salt for the luncheon-basket.

Jimmie and Betty were prancing on the lawn in front of Turtle Lodge.
Jimmie had his camera over his back and a jointed steel rod done up in a
neat little case in his hands, on his feet long rubber boots. Betty wore
a big straw hat; she carried a little rod like Jim's and a pretty little
knapsack, which held part of the luncheon. They were waiting for Jack
and Ben Gile, who were to go with them to fish a stream that lay far
back from the pond. It was to be a great day's sport. They had a creel
and a rod for Jack; for the guide they needed to take nothing, for he
had the most wonderful collection of rods and flies they had ever seen.

At last they saw him coming up the hill, Jack with him. Hastily they
kissed Mrs. Reece, and ran shouting and jumping toward the old man and
the boy, Lizzie after them, for they had left half the luncheon on the
grass. "Faith!" she panted, catching up with them, "and what can you be
doing without the victuals, I'd like to know?"

The guide took part of the bundles and Jack the rest. Off they went
gayly talking and laughing.

Soon they were following the stre