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are awfully funny animals. They like company. So when we camped we just turned Apache out, and he hung about pretty close, expecting scraps of bread and stuff and enjoying our conversation. To-night he kept snorting and fussing, and edging in on us, and before we went to sleep we had to throw sticks at him and shoo him off. It seemed too lonesome for him, up here. Then we dropped to sleep, under the moon&mdash;and then, the first thing194 Fitz and I knew, Apache was trying to crawl into bed with us! That waked us. Nobody can sleep with a burro under the same blanket. Apache was right astraddle of us and was shaking like an aspen

we had the last of the meat, and some condensed sausage that the Red Fox Scouts contributed to the pot. During breakfast we held a council; old Pilot Peak stuck up so near and inviting. "I've been thinking, boys, that maybe we ought to climb Pilot, for a record, now we've got a good chance," proposed Major Henry. "What do you say. Shall we vote on it?""How high is it?" asked Red Fox Scout Ward. Major Henry looked at the map of the state. "Fourteen thousand, two hundred and ten feet.""Whew!" Scout Ward eyed

the moonlight, and Van Sant195 had his twenty-two rifle ready. That must have startled them, to be waked by a big thing like Apache forcing a way into their tent. "Who said bear? Where is it?" demanded Van Sant. "Don't shoot!" ordered Major Henry, sharply, sitting up. "Don't anybody shoot. That will make things worse. Tumble out, everybody, and raise a noise. Give a yell. We can scare him.""I see it!" cried Ward. "Look! In that clear spot yonder&mdash;up along the lake, about thirty yards."Right! A blackish thing as big as a cow was standing out in the moonlight, facing us, its head high. We could almost see its nostrils as it