The Campfire Girls Go Motoring

Campfire Girls Go Motoring

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The Camp Fire Girls Go Motoring
OR
Along the Road that Leads the Way

By HILDEGARD G. FREY
AUTHOR OF
"The Camp Fire Girls in the Maine Woods," "The Camp Fire Girls at
School," "The Camp Fire Girls at Onoway House."

THE CAMP FIRE GIRLS GO MOTORING
CHAPTER I.

It is at Nyoda's bidding that I am writing the story of our automobile
trip last September. She declared it was really too good to keep to
ourselves, and as I was official reporter of the Winnebagos anyway, it
was no more nor less than my solemn duty. Sahwah says that the only
thing which was lacking about our adventures was that we didn't have a
ride in a patrol wagon, but then Sahwah always did incline to the
spectacular. And the whole train of events hinged on a commonplace
circumstance which is in itself hardly worth recording; namely, that tan
khaki was all the rage for outing suits last summer. But then, many an
empire has fallen for a still slighter cause.
The night after we came home from Onoway House and shortly before
we started on that never-to-be-forgotten trip, I was sitting at the
window watching the evening stars come out one after another. That
line of Longfellow's came into my mind:
"Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed
the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels."
That quotation set me to thinking about Evangeline and the tragedy of
her never finding her lover. Could it be possible, I thought, that two
people could come so near to finding each other and yet be just too late?
Not in these days of long distance telephones, I said to myself. As I
looked out dreamily into the mild September twilight, I idly watched
two little girls chasing each other around the voting booth that stood on
the corner. They kept dodging around the four sides, playing cat and
mouse, and trying to catch each other by means of every trick they
could think of. One would go a little way and then stop and listen for
the footsteps of the other; then she would double back and go the other
way, and thus they kept it up, never coming face to face. I stopped
dreaming and gave them my entire attention; I was beginning to feel a
thrill of suspense as to which one would finally outwit the other and
overtake her. The darkness deepened; more stars came out; the moon
rose; still the exciting game did not come to a finish. Finally, a woman
came out on the porch of the house on the corner and called, "Emma!
Mary! Come in now." They never caught each other.
When I was elected reporter on the trip to keep a record of the

interesting things we saw, so we wouldn't forget them when we came to
write the Count, Nyoda said jokingly, "You'd better take an extra note-
book along, Migwan, for we might possibly have some adventures on
the road."
I answered, "We've had all the adventures this last summer that can
possibly fall to the lot of one set of human beings, and I suppose all the
rest of our lives will seem dull and uninteresting by comparison."
I presume Fate heard that remark of mine