Boy Scouts on a Long Hike / Or, To the Rescue in the Black Water Swamps

"[...] "We've already made our twenty-five miles since sun-up, just this side of Warwick; but it's a fine day, and I did hope we might hang on a little while further, so as to cut down our last day's hike a few miles. It's always the hardest part of the whole thing, the finishing spurt. But of course, if any of you feel played out we can call it off right now." Eben and Noodles braced themselves up at this, and tried to look as though they had no calling acquaintance with such a thing as fatigue. "Oh! I'm good for a couple more miles, I guess," declared the former. "Make idt tree, undt you will see how I holdt oudt!" proudly boasted the stout boy, who spent half his time mopping his red face; for the day had been a pretty [...]".