The “living” camp is nothing but a single room about thirty feet wide and forty feet long, with an open raftered roof for ceiling.  It has windows on four sides and a big porch built on the southeast corner.  There is an enormous open fireplace, and a floor good enough to dance on.  The woodwork is of rough lumber and has a single coat of leaf-green paint.  The shelves between the uprights are filled with books.  All the new novels and magazines are spread out on a long table.  The room is furnished with Navajo blankets, wicker furniture, steamer chairs, and hammocks are hung across two of the corners.  Two long divan sofas on either side of the fireplace are the only upholstered pieces of furniture in the whole camp, except the mattresses on the beds.

The guest camps are separate shacks, each one set back on a platform, leaving a porch in front.  Inside they vary in size; most have two, some have four rooms, but each is merely one pointed-roofed space.  The front part has a fireplace and is furnished as a sitting-room, the rear half is partitioned into two or more cubicles, like box-stalls, with partitions about eight feet high and having regular doors.  In each of the single rooms, there is a bed, bureau, washstand, chair, and two shelves about six or seven feet high, with a calico curtain nailed to the top one and hanging to the floor, making a hat shelf and clothes closet.  The few “double” rooms are twice the size and have all furniture in duplicate.  There is also a matting or a rag rug on the floor, and that is all!

Each cottage has a bathroom but the hot water supply seems complicated.  A sign says your guide will bring it to you when needed.  Mrs. Worldly, feeling vaguely uncomfortable and hungry, is firmly determined to go home on the next morning train.  Before she has had much time to reflect, Mrs. Kindhart reports that lunch is nearly ready.  Guides come with canisters of hot water, and everyone goes to dress.  Town clothes disappear, and woods clothes emerge.  This by no means makes a dowdy picture.  Good sport clothes never look so well or becoming as when long use has given them an “accustomed set” characteristic of their wearer.  The men put on their oldest country clothes too.  Not their fishing “treasures” to sit at table with ladies!  The treasured articles go on in the early dawn, and the guides are the only humans (except themselves) supposed worthy to behold them!

Presently a gong is sounded.  The Kindhart children run to the guest houses to call out that “the gong means dinner is ready!” And “dinner” means lunch.

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