Say, Pa, you know that quilt mother let me bring along, the one she said you and she had when you first got married? Well, do you s"pose she"d care if it was tore some? You see, on the way out the burro ran along a barb wire fence and tore it, the quilt I mean. Lots of the stuffing came out, but it don"t show if you turn the tore place down.
This morning I woke up most froze, "cause Billy crowded me clear off the bed and out on to the ground. It"s sure great to sleep out of doors and see the stars and things. We put a hair rope in the foot of the bed last night. Gee, but Jack jumped high when his bare feet hit it. He thought it was a tarantula.
My, I wish we could stay here a year.
Lovingly,
d.i.c.k.
P. S. The little red ants got into our condensed milk and spoiled it; leastways there"s so many ants we can"t separate the ants from the milk. Billy left the hole in the top of the can open.
Camp Roosevelt, September 9th.
_Dear Pa_: You know Billy"s dog Spot? Well, Billy said there was a wildcat about camp, "cause he saw the tracks. So I went down to a house below on the creek and borrowed a steel trap they had. It was a big one with sharp teeth on the jaws.
I wanted to set it on the ground, but Billy he says, "No, sir; set it on the log acrost the creek, "cause the cat would walk on the log and couldn"t help getting caught.
Besides, he said if we set it on the log and fastened it, when the wildcat got caught he"d fall off into the creek and get drownded and then we wouldn"t have to kill him. Billy says that"s the way trappers catch mushrats, so they can"t eat their feet off, when they get caught, and get away.
Well, sir, we set the trap and tied Spot up so he wouldn"t get into it.
In the night we heard the awfulest racket ever was and the biggest splashing going on in the water. It even woke Billy up, and that"s going some, as Uncle Tom says.
It was "most daylight and I sat up in bed, and there in the water was something making a dreadful fuss. Billy he looks at it a minute and says: "Why, it"s Spot. Who let him loose?" Then we all jumped up, and sure enough there was poor old Spot in the trap by one front-foot. The chain to the trap was just long enough so he didn"t drown, but was hanging in the water by one leg.
Billy, it being his dog, crawled out on the log, unfastened the chain and tried to pull Spot up. Some way he lost his balance and fell into the creek right on top of the dog. Billy was real mad "cause me and Jack laughed so hard we couldn"t help him a bit, Spot was pretty mad too, for he grabbed Billy"s leg in his teeth and tore a big piece out of them--out of Billy"s pajamas I mean.
Then Billy let go of the chain, and Spot climbed out of the water on to the bank and tried to run off with the trap. Billy waded ash.o.r.e too, and we just laid down on the ground and hollered like real wild Indians.
Billy he said it wasn"t any laughing matter and to come and help him get Spot out of the trap.
Say, Dad, did you ever try to open a big steel trap--especially one with a spotted dog in it? Spot wouldn"t let us come near him. Billy coaxed and coaxed, but, no siree, he wouldn"t do anything but just snap at us like a sure enough wild cat. Meantime Spot he howls something dreadful.
Then Jack he remembers how once in a storybook a man caught a mad dog, so he runs to the bed and gets a blanket, and while Billy and me talks nice to Spot from in front, Jack he sneaks up behind and throws it over him. Then Jack grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around the dog"s head so he couldn"t bite, and we both stood on the trap spring and managed to get it open wide enough so Billy got his foot out (Spot"s foot I mean, not Billy"s).
Has he come home yet? "Cause he"s gone from here. My goodness, but camping out"s sure fun.
Your loving son,
RICHARD.
P. S. Billy says he don"t care anyhow, for Spot had no right to chew the rope in two and get loose so as to get into the trap.
d.i.c.k.
P. S. The wasps are thick here. One stung Jack on the neck and he hollered awful over it. I made a mud poultice for it like you told me once you used to do on the plains.
Camp Roosevelt, September some time.
We forget what day it is.
_Dear Pa_: It rained last night real hard. We didn"t get much wet, and anyhow Jack says camping out wouldn"t be any fun unless you slept in wet blankets once, like the cowboys and soldiers do on the plains. Billy says his Uncle John says a wet bed is a warm bed, but I don"t believe him, for we "most froze.
Pa, what makes the red come out of the quilts where they get rained on?
Jack says we belong to the improved order of Red Men now, and if my face looks as funny as his does, with red streaks all acrost it, I"d be afraid to go home.
You"d ought to see the fun we had drownding out a chipmonk what ran into a hole in the ground. We packed the water in our hats from the creek.
Bimeby, the chipmonk, came out, and I ran after him. He was so wet he couldn"t run fast and I made a grab at him and caught him--no, he caught me for he bit my finger horrible hard and I couldn"t let go, or else he wouldn"t, I"m not sure which.
Billy and Jack laughed at me as if it was a good joke, but I couldn"t see where it was so very funny.
Do chipmonks have hydryfoby? Billy says he bets they do.
Your son, d.i.c.k.
P. S. Jack dropped the box of matches out of his shirt pocket into the creek, and I had to go to a house about a mile away to get some more.
P. S. You can"t make a fire with two sticks of wood, for we tried it for an hour. All we got was blisters on our hands. The Indians must of had lots of patience if they ever did it.
Camp Roosevelt, Thursday.
The man told us.
_Dear Daddy_: If the burro comes home please shut him up in the lot.
He"s gone somewhere and we can"t find him. Anyhow it don"t make much difference, for Jack says he"d rather carry his share of the stuff on his back than bother with a pack burro again. There ain"t going to be much grub to take back anyhow. The man down the creek gave us some more bacon for what the hogs ate up and said we were welcome to all the green corn we wanted from his field. We had just corn for supper last night and breakfast today. The salt all got wet in the rain and melted up, so we didn"t have any, but Billy says lots of times on the plains people didn"t have any salt for weeks at a time. I"ll bet they didn"t have nothing but green corn to eat, though.
Please tell mother that I burned a hole in one of my shoes trying to dry them out by the campfire. Also about six inches off the bottom of one leg of my pajamas. They were hanging on a stick by the fire drying while we made the bed. Billy said he smelt cloth a-burning, but we never saw where it was till the harm was done.
If mother won"t mind I"m sure I won"t, for Billy says no soldier or cowboy ever wore pajamas. It was my old pair of shoes anyhow, and they always hurt my heel when I walked, so they don"t matter either.
Camping out"s sure lots of fun.
Your loving son,
d.i.c.k.
P. S. The man down the creek says he"s going to town pretty soon and if we want to ride in with him we can. I wonder what made him think of it.
P. S. A wasp stung me on the lip yesterday. He lit on an ear of corn just as I went to bite. It don"t hurt at all, leastways I"d be ashamed if I made as much fuss about it as Jack did when one bit him. Besides a wasp bite on the lip"s lots worser than one on the neck--that"s what the man down the creek says.
Camp Roosevelt.
_Dear Daddy_: Yesterday we sure had a great time playing "Pirates"
without any shirts on--for Billy says pirates always dress that way--just their trousers on, "naked to the waist," he says.
I was the pirate chief, and Billy was my crew. Jack he was the captain of the vessel and stood on the log to defend the gangway of his ship.