made the mountain seem "moonshine
land", indeed, to their thrill-shod feet.

And never--oh! never since the
history of Mother Earth and her satellite
began did such a spectacular traveler
start on such a flaming trip as when the
hand of a Camp Fire Girl of America
threw the switch and the steel explorer,
twenty feet long, leaped from its platform
high into the air, pointed directly
for the moon, with a great inventor's
mathematical precision,--trailing its two-hundred-foot,
rosy trail of fire.

There was not breath--not breath,
even, to cry: "Watch it tear!"

Only breath enough, in young girls'
bodies, at least, to gaze off at Mammy
Moon, loved patron of many an outdoor
revel, and ponder upon the nature of the
shock she would get when the Thunder
Bird's last explosion lit up her fair face
with a blue powder-flash--lit it up for
earth to see!

"Do--do you think 'twill ev-er get
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