Things are rudimentary in the bush." "Nothing jars, except the mosquitoes," Agatha replied.

"I have no sense of strangeness; in fact, I feel as if I had been here before and belonged to the woods." "After, all, you do know something about them.

I think you said you had camped in the timber." "That was different.

It was a summer camp, organized by the railroad, and supplied with modern comforts.

You bought a ticket and a gasolene launch took you up the lake.