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The sun seemed to burst forth from the sky, flooding over the camp as it did so, and never before had the great ball of fire seemed so comforting and cheerful. The fires were going briskly and the coffee was sending out its tempting aroma. Drummer, warming up throughout, was inspired to joke.
"Hey, you fellows! " he cried. "Who is going to take their morning dip in Bear Creek?"