. seemed, from the grave of a fifteen-
* ear-old lassie away back in Scotland.

"Hum-m! if 'tweren't for that, I could
-naist fling out an' dance the 'Rigs o' Barley'
a-watching o' those happy lasses," he
whimsically confessed in the ear of a king
fern. "I could, for sure, same 's we used to
dance it in the glen around a bonfire!"

But if the heather in his heart, reinforcing
chauffeur primness, checked even
the first lashing kick of a Highland Fling,
it did not restrain him, that grave Church
Elder, from taking part later in something
fully as giddy; a wild and storming
torchlight procession.

"Now! what we need, girls, is a good@
r-rich pine-knot, with a juicy, resinous@
knot in it, that will burn ten minutes,@
anyway, for signaling purposes," said
Tomoke, the personified Lightning, as the
"C. F. G." proclamation over, the magic@
moment came for the flashing of the light@
this particular camp fire in speaking@
fire from mountain to mountain--across
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