away. In the open space between the two shacks could be built a camp
fire.

The crude shacks thus constructed furnished them with ample protection
during fair weather, and even during a moderate summer shower. Of
course, in an extended rain, such shacks would be next to useless, as
the steady downpour of rain would soon beat through the brush roof.

The shacks being completed, they chopped a quantity of firewood, using
parts of fallen trees, wind wracked ruins that had dried and seasoned
under the summer sun. This was stored away in one of the lean-tos. A
balsam tree being found, quantities of the branches were cut to furnish
beds for the three. The camp was now completed, and it being nearly
noon, Dick departed into the woods to knock down a few squirrels for
lunch. He was back in less than a half of an hour with three fat
squirrels, and these skinned, impaled on a sharp stick, and wrapped with
a slice or two of thickly cut bacon, were soon roasted over the red
embers of the fire.

"Now, before we get down to business, who's for a trip to the border
line? I want to see just how it feels to be in two countries at once,"
suggested Phil.

The boys agreeing, Garry drew out his pocket map and consulted it,
bearing in mind the directions given them by the storekeeper. He decided
they were less than five miles distant from the boundary, so striking
out, they trudged steadily in what they believed was the proper
direction. A walk of about an hour and a half brought them within what
they considered was the proper location of the boundary line, then
striking out toward the north-east, they spread out in search of one of
the monuments or cairns that are erected at frequent intervals along
border lines. Luckily, a few minutes' search brought them to one of the
white stone posts which are common wherever two countries come together.
On the top of the monument, chiseled in deep letters, were the words
"Boundary Line." On the one side was cut "United States," while on the
other was the word "Canada." Dick immediately straddled the post,
exclaiming:

"Well, this is the first time that I have ever been in two countries at
exactly the same moment." His enthusiasm was so infectious that Garry
and Phil immediately followed suit and tried the novel experience.

Doubling back on the trail over which they had come, mid-afternoon found
them back at their camp site. Here a surprise awaited them, for making
free use of their coffee pot