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We had been camping nearer to civilization than usual and a chicken from a neighboring camp strolled over our way. Our first impulse was to kill it and have fried chicken for supper. But the newer ideals which had come to us through contact with the people of the mountains forbade us from taking the chicken. Chickens are scarce in the Adirondacks, our neighbors had undoubtedly raised this one for their own use, and we felt that we should always hate ourselves, did we break the unwritten Adirondack law of honesty. We therefore did not have a chicken dinner.
 I have already touched on this Adirondack characteristic in speaking of the Ecklers. In addition to Mr. and Mrs. Eckler and Dr. and Mrs. Allis, there stand out particularly in my mind as possessing this quality Mr. and Mrs. Woods, Mrs. Woods' mother, the drug store proprietor at Placid, the man who gave us a ride along the North Elba road, the boat keeper at Saranac Inn, the Captain of the "Clearwater", Mr. and Mrs. "Si" Wood of Cohasset, the Griffiths at Minnowbrook, and two girls whom we met on Seventh about whom there will be more later.
 Of course we met one or two crabs, people who were so busy grubbing in the dirt at their feet for the Almighty Dollar that they had not a chance to become infected with the

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[[underline]]Drying the Tent at Buttermilk Falls[[/underline]]