The Camp Fire Girls at Camp Keewaydin eBook

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Miss Amesbury looked keenly at Migwan.  “I think,” she observed shrewdly, “that you like to write also.  Is it not so?”

Migwan blushed furiously and sat silent.  To have this successful, widely known writer know her heart’s ambition filled her with an agony of embarrassment.

“Migwan does write, wonderful things,” said Hinpoha loyally.  “She’s had things printed in papers and in the college magazine.”  Then she told about the Indian legend that had caused such a stir in college, whereupon Miss Amesbury laughed heartily, and patted Migwan on the head, and said she would very much like to see some of the things she had written.  Migwan, thrilled and happy, but still very much embarrassed, shyly promised that she would let her see some of her work, and in the middle of her speech a potato blew up with a bang, showering them all with mealy fragments and hot ashes, and sending them flying away from the fire with startled shrieks.

Since the potatoes were so very evidently done, the rest of the meal was hurriedly prepared, and eaten with keen appetites.  During the clearing away process somebody discovered that the rain had stopped falling, a fact which they had all been too busy to notice before, and that the mist was being rapidly blown away by a strong northwest wind.  When they woke in the morning, after sleeping in the cave around the fire, the sun was shining brightly into the entrance and the birds outside were singing joyously of a fair day to come.

Overflowing with energy the late cave dwellers raced through the sweet smelling woods, indescribably fresh and fragrant after the cleansing, purifying rain, and launched the canoes upon a river Sparkling like a sheet of diamonds in the clear morning sunlight.  How wonderfully new and bright the rain-washed earth looked everywhere, and how exhilarating the fresh rushing wind was to their senses, after the smoky, misty atmosphere of the cave!

Exulting in their strength the Winnebagos bent low over their paddles, and the canoes leaped forward like hounds set free from the leash, and went racing along with the current, shooting past islands, whirling around bends, whisking through tiny rapids, wildly, deliriously, rejoicing in the thrill of the morning and the call of a world running over with joy.  Soon they came to the place where they had first planned to camp, and there were the primroses, a-riot with bloom, nodding them a friendly greeting.

“Aren’t you glad we didn’t stay here?” said Sahwah.  “We’d have been soaked if we did, because we probably wouldn’t have found the cave.  The primroses saved the day for us by growing where we wanted to lay our beds.”

They sang a cheer to the primroses and swept on until they came to the place in the woods where the balsam grew.  Dusk was falling when, with canoes piled high with the fragrant boughs, they rounded the great bend above Keewaydin and a few minutes later ran in alongside the Camp Keewaydin dock.

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