list," answered Nyoda. "Sahwah and
Nakwisi, Hinpoha and Migwan, Gladys and Chapa, Medmangi and
myself. You will leave camp in the order I have named you.
Sahwah and Nakwisi will be the pathfinders." Sahwah seized
Nakwisi around the waist and the two danced for joy.

"Who'll take care of the camp while we're away?" asked Chapa.

"I have arranged with a man from the village to look after things
until we get back," answered Nyoda.

"What are we to carry with us?" asked Migwan.

"You will each carry a hatchet, flashlight, notebook and pencil,
a camera, a roll of antiseptic gauze and a roll of surgeon's
plaster. Sahwah and Nakwisi, here is a chart of the road you are
to take and a can of vermilion paint with which to mark the
trail. Take all the pictures you can along the road, girls, and
keep a list of the birds, animals, trees and flowers that you
recognize. We will compare them afterward and the pair who has
observed the most will receive a local honor. Hurry up, you
pathfinders, you have only an hour to get ready!"

With a wild scramble the girls made for their tents to get their
ponchos rolled and things collected. Nyoda had given them a
demonstration of poncho rolling the week before so they all knew
how. Gladys, however, had to have a good deal of help from Chapa
before she was ready to start. Good-natured Chapa folded her
blankets so the poncho extended on all sides and spread her
nightgown, towel, brush and comb and toothbrush crosswise so they
would roll. Now Gladys understood why Nyoda had told her
especially to bring a small, loosely-stuffed pillow. It was to
roll in the poncho. When it came to the actual rolling Gladys
had to take a hand herself, for it takes two to roll a poncho
successfully.

"Now you tie it up with a square knot," directed Chapa, when the
stovepipe-like roll had been bent into a horseshoe.

"What's a square knot?" asked Gladys.

"Why, this kind," said Chapa, dexterously tying one. Gladys
tried several times, but failed to produce a square knot. "O
dear," she exclaimed impatiently, "I can't tie the crazy thing.
Why won't the other kind do?"

"A granny knot always comes untied," explained Chapa. "Here, I'll
tie your poncho up. It's getting late, and I want to help make
the sandwiches for the girls who are starting first."

"Close your tents before you leave, girls," said Nyoda, appearing
in the doorway, "it may rain while we are away. Very neatly
done," she said,