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"WELL! you certainly are the laziest
bunch; you 'd carry a whole bakery in
your knapsacks rather than do any cooking
-especially if there ' are girls around.
Lazy as Ludlam's dog you are! Next
time--next time, I'll set you to peeling
potatoes."
It was the chaffing voice of the Scoutmaster,
Malcolm Seaver, which spoke,
addressing some twenty scouts who were
scattered about the vine-draped entrance
to Snowbird Cave, where, yearly, the
little gray-white junco birds--otherwise
snow-birds--fluffy balls, with no heads
to speak of, wintered among the low
hemlocks near the cavern's mouth and
fed upon the spicy hemlock bark.
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