word about Isabel Janse. I wondered about her a good deal, and dropped her a post-card once or twice, the way I do, to stop myself worryin' about people. She hadn't answered my cards. I didn't expect she would. None of my friends are very long on the writin' line. Fact is, 'twas in the newspapers, not from anybody thinkin' I might be interested, that I first read that the United States Government had lighted on the particular section of the state where Isabel lived, and where I was so familiar, for an encampment to train soldiers in, to send across the Atlantic to fight the nasty Huns.
Nellie and I usually came down from New Hampshire near the coast, but I decided we could just as well keep inland and take in the soldiers' camp on the way. I'd never visited an army trainin'-camp and had a kind of curiosity to see what it was like. I had no idea where it was located, north, south, east or west of the town where Nellie and me usually put up. We struck the turnpike a mile or two east of the place where the Janse road leads off it. We had had a long steady pull of twenty miles or so, and I was intendin' to keep right on to a restin'-place for Nellie for the night, and start out bright and fresh to visit the camp—wherever it was, in the mornin'. But as I got nearer the Janse road, I
