Presently they heard a brook, and a moment later stood on a bridge. The brook was evidently coming down from that great black bulk of Cannon to the left, which lifted its dome up to the stars. “Halt!” Mr. Rogers cried. “Here’s Copper Mine Brook.” He led the way through the fence side of the brook, and two minutes later the party stood in a pine grove, carpeted with soft needles. “Camp!” said the Scout Master. “Art, you and the rest get a fire going. Take Lou’s lantern and find some stones. There are plenty right in the bed of the brook--nothing but. Peanut, come with me.” The Scout Master led Peanut out of the grove to the south, and up over a pasture knoll a few hundred feet. At the top of the knoll they saw a white house below them, a big barn, and a cottage. Descending quickly, Mr. Rogers led Peanut through the wood-shed, as if it were his own house, and knocked at the kitchen door. As the Scout Master and Peanut entered, a man and a little boy arose, the man’s face expressing first astonishment and then joyous welcome. “Well, of all things!” he cried. “Did you drop out of the sky?” “Mr. Sheldon, this is Bobbie Morrison, otherwise known as Peanut,” said Mr. Rogers. “And how is your Bobbie?” The little fellow came forward from behind his father’s leg, and shook hands. But what interested him most was Peanut’s sheath hatchet. In two minutes he had it out, and was trying to demolish the wood-box with it--not trying, succeeding! His father had to take it away. The Sheldon family all came to welcome Mr. Rogers, and when he and Peanut returned to camp they carried milk and eggs and doughnuts. “That farm,” Mr. Rogers said, “is about the best place I know of to come to stay, if you want to tramp around for a week or a month.” “They kind of like you, I guess,” said Peanut. “That’s the kind of folks they are,” answered the Scout Master. Back at camp, the Scouts had a fire going briskly, and soon supper was sizzling, and the smell of coffee, made from the pure water of Copper Mine Brook, was mingling with the fragrance of the pines, and with another smell the boys at first did not recognize till Art examined a small tree close to the fire, and discovered that it was balsam. They were in the midst of their feast, when Mr. Sheldon appeared, and sat down with them. “You oughtn’t to take ’em away from here without showing ’em the falls,” he said to the Scout Master. “They are full now--lots of water coming over--and I cut out the trail fresh this last winter. You can do it in the morning and still make Kinsman, easily. At least, you can if they are strong boys,” he added with a wink. “Humph!” said Peanut, “I guess we’re as strong as the next.” Then he realized that Mr. Sheldon had got a rise out of him, and grinned. “What’s the weather going to be to-morrow?” asked the Scout Master. “Clear,” the other man replied. “I didn’t hear the mountain talking as I came across the knoll.” “The mountain _what_?” said Rob.