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Show Nettie, Page 27 wheels and arranging and re-arranging supplies. The older children had fewer responsibilities in this camp situation, and enjoyed a holiday from their normally long chore-filled days. Nettie, impatient as ever to get under way, visited every wagon and became well known in the camp as the child with the boundless curiosity and energy. It was no surprise to anyone when one day Nettie began following a stranger who had walked into camp. He was dressed in a dark business-type suit and wore a derby hat. His attire was so unlike the kind of clothes the Saints normally wore, Nettie could not help but wonder about him. To fire her curiosity even more, he carried a box-like contraption with three long sticks protruding from it and a black cloth draped over it. As Nettie strode to keep up with him, she tried to find out as much as she could. "Hello, sir. You're not going to travel with us, are you?" "No, young lady, I m only here on a small matter of business," the dark-suited stranger replied. "Can you direct me to the wagon master?" "I guess that would be Capt. Taggart. His wagon's over there, the one with the chickens on the back," Nettie danced along as he turned toward the wagon indicated. "What kind of a do-flicky is that?" Nettie pointed at the odd piece of equipment the man carried. He chuckled. "Well, it's called a camera and I plan to photograph your camp." Before Nettie could ask any more questions, they arrived at the |