"Oh, but he does smell prime!" said Whopper, when they were out
of bearing. "He'd down a cologne factory in one round!"
"It is certainly awful!" answered Snap. "It was too bad to spoil
that nice suit of clothes."
"I am thankful that we didn't meet the skunk," came from Giant.
"I remember meeting a skunk years ago---when I was a little boy,"
said Shep. "I thought it was a cat and wanted to pick it up.
I think the skunk was getting ready for me when our dog came
along and scared the thing away."
Ham Spink was indeed in a sorry plight. The smell was so bad
that none of his friends wanted to go near him, and they begged
him to keep his distance. In anger he stalked back to his camp,
and there took off the almost ruined suit and buried it in the
ground for forty-eight hours, which removed the worst of the odor.
Following the advice given, he washed himself in a mud paste,
allowing the mud to dry on him at the heat of the fire. Later
he washed the mud off and used some heavily scented toilet soap,
and thus removed the worst of the odor from his person.
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