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Al said, "I can do that, too!"
3
THE CAMP
Sprawled on his favorite bearskin in the Harkness living room, Tammie
dreamed a dog's good dreams and his paws twitched with excitement as he
lived again some old adventure. Al, sitting in front of the fireplace,
studied the bed of glowing coals within it as though they were as
fascinating as the first coals he had ever seen. Sitting at the table
with a pen in his hand, a pile of fresh paper on one side and a pile of
crumpled sheets on the other, Ted was busy writing.
He laid the pen down, picked up what he had just written and frowned
over it. Making a motion to crumple this paper too, he thought better of
it and called, "How's this, Dad? 'For Rent, furnished camp in the
Mahela. Bunks for eight. Forty-five dollars a week in small game season,
sixty in deer season. Available for season. Ted Harkness, R.D. 2,
Lorton.'"
Al shrugged. "Says 'bout everythin' you got to say."
"I don't know." Ted's frown deepened. "'Bunks for eight,' it says. If a
bunch of deer hunters take the place, they may bring twelve or sixteen.
Do you think I should say, 'Bring extra cots for more than eight?'"
"Mighty important point," Al said gravely, "but do you figure you got to
throw out that much sign?
"If I was readin' that and wanted to rent a camp and saw 'bunks for
eight,' I'd calc'late that there wasn't bunks for ten or sixteen. I'd
figger that, if I brought more than eight, I'd best bring somethin' for
'em to sleep on."
"If I say 'accommodations for eight,' and a bigger party wanted to take
the camp, they might pass it up."
"'Bunks' is the word," Al pronounced. "Why it's pra'tically liter-choor.
City people are always gettin' accommodations. Might help rent your camp
if they knew they was goin' to sleep on bunks."
"That's a point," Ted agreed. He continued to frown thoughtfully. "Now
this 'available for season,' do you think I should say at ten per cent
discount?"
"Nope."
"But doesn't everybody do that?"
"Everybody 'cept horse traders, and you can always do your horse tradin'
when and if you have to. But I don't think you're goin' to rent for the
season."
"Why not?"
Al shrugged. "Figger it out by yourself. How many city people can take a
whole season just to go huntin'? Most they get is a couple of weeks or
so."
"That's right, too. Do you think I should say, 'deer and small game
abundant'?"
"I wouldn't. Nobody'd come into the Mahela 'thout havin' some idea they
could find game here and there's another point."
"What's that?"
"You're tryin' to build up a business, and the more repeat business you
can get, the less it'll cost to get it. Promise too much and you might
drive business away. Some people, readin' about over-plenty game, might
expect a flock of grouse behind every tree and a ten-point buck in every
swale and be mad if they didn't find it. Let 'em do their own lookin'."
"I was thinking of hiring out as a guide."
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