The Sugar Creek Gang Goes North

Excerpt: I guess I never did get tired thinking about all the interesting and exciting things which had happened to the Sugar Creek Gang when we’d gone camping far up in the North. One of the happiest memories was of the time when Poetry, who is the barrel-shaped member of our gang, and I were lost out in the forest, and while we were trying to get unlost we met a very cute little brown-faced Indian boy whose name was Snow-in-the-face, and his big Indian brother whose name was Eagle Eye.