CHAPTER XVII

THE PEAK OF BEN ATHOL By rolling plain and rocky shelf, With stock-whip in his hand, He reached at last, oh, lucky elf, The Town of Come-and-help-yourself, In Rough-and-ready Land. —_A. B. Paterson._ “OH!” said Jean, despairingly. “I wish to goodness I hadn’t been born fat!” “Very possibly you were not,” Jim’s voice said. “Don’t lay all the blame on your parents; it seems to me more an acquire…