The Snake

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As I've observed previously in these pages, excessive devotion to camping is not among my failings. I could understand, therefore, when I heard of an unfortunate soul who had spent his first few days in the woods. After pitching his tent yet another time, it seemed that a walk in the woods was indicated. In about fifteen minutes the fellow rushed back into camp, bleeding and disheveled.

"What happened?" asked another camper.

"I was chased by a deadly snake!" cried the frightened man.

"What kind of a snake was it?"

"A black snake."

The camper laughed and retorted, "A black snake isn't deadly."

"Listen," groaned the unfortunate novice, "If he can make you jump off a fifty-foot cliff, he is ..."