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One morning later in that same week the two chums arose early and gathered up their camping outfits. Ted said goodbye to his folks, swung his pack on his back and sallied forth to meet Buck, who was standing at his own gate and waiting for him. Buck was rigged out in a style similar to Ted's, with a good camping pack, a campaign hat, buckskin blouse, stout trousers, heavy shoes, pick and camp shovel, and an axe.
"Well, here we go at last! " hailed Buck, delightedly, eager for the trip before them. "Seemed like this morning would never come!"