nearly six o'clock in the morning of July third
He crossed the Connecticut River several times . His geography being rather sketchy , he became confused by the fact that he appeared to be in New Hampshire part of the time . Then he got lost in Canada , which feat is fairly easy for the stranger . It was nearly six o'clock in the morning of July third , when he found the camp , about two miles off the road . He bumped over rutted paths through rough , plowed and unplowed fields several miles before he finally arrived . A friendly fox-terrier puppy fawned on him and friskily led him to a porch . Jimmy was red-eyed , tired , haggard and in a vicious temper when he reached the camp .