[Illustration: Fig. 69. The Barrel Filter.]
[Illustration: Fig. 70. Filling the Barrel.]
The Klepalo.
Our camp outfit was further augmented by a dinner call. We discovered the
necessity of such a call on our very first day of camping. Dutchy was so
excited by his discoveries of the morning that he started out alone in the
afternoon to make a further search. The rest of us were lazy after the
noon meal, and were lolling around taking it easy during the heat of the
day, and discussing plans for the future. But Dutchy's energetic nature
would not permit him to keep quiet. He took the scow and waded with it
against the strong current to the deeper and quieter water above the
island. Then he rowed a long way up stream. He was gone all the afternoon.
Supper time came and still he didn't appear. The sun was high, and I
presume he didn't realize how late it was getting. Finally, just at
sunset, he came drifting down with the current, tired and hungry, and
ready for a large meal. But we had finished our supper an hour before, and
poor Dutchy had to be content with a few cold remnants, because the cook
had declared he wouldn't prepare an extra meal for a fellow who didn't
have sense enough to know when it was meal time.
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