Uncle Ed
was always prompt (that was one thing we liked about him), and no matter
where he was or what he was doing he would drop everything to answer a
letter from the society.
The Old Trunk.
But hold on, I am getting ahead of my story. I was rummaging through the
attic the other day, and came across an old battered trunk, one that I
used when I went to boarding-school down in south Jersey. That trunk was
certainly a curiosity shop. It contained a miscellaneous assortment of
glass tubes, brass rods, coils of wire, tools, fish hooks--in fact, it was
a typical collection of all those "valuables" that a boy is liable to
pick up. Down in one corner of the trunk was a black walnut box, marked,
with brass letters, "Property of the S. S. I. E. E. of W. C. I." On my
key-ring I still carried the key to that box, which had not been opened
for years. I unlocked the box and brought to light the "Records and
Chronicles of the Society for the Scientific Investigation, Exploration
and Exploitation of Willow Clump Island." For hours I pored over those
pages, carried back to the good old times we used to have as boys along
the banks of the Delaware River, until I was brought sharply back to the
present by the sound of the dinner bell.
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