College was ahead of them, but as they expected to keep together still,
the Outdoor Club was not to be disbanded by any means. Often in future
days they expected to once more sit around a campfire in company,
enjoying the delights of an outing, and recalling many of the wonderful
experiences that came their way in days that were past.
And there, written down in Frank's diary, or logbook, were the accounts
of their first camp above the loggers' settlement, at the head of the
lake; the one on Wildcat Island; then the third, among the Sunset
Mountains, when they solved the mystery of Oak Ridge's ghost; and also
their wonderful cruise down a Florida river and along the border of the
great Mexican Gulf; while this journey to the cattle ranch of Mr. Mabie,
in the wilderness of the Northwest, would complete the list.
How many times, as they read of these exploits, and surveyed the
splendid pictures Will had secured during their various campaigns, would
the scenes of the happy past come before their mental vision! They could
hardly expect to equal these glorious days in the times to come, but no
one who knew their love for the open would dare predict that the Outdoor
Club would cease to exist with the going to college of its four members.
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