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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Boy Scouts of Bob's Hill + A Sequel to 'The Bob's Hill Braves' + +Author: Charles Pierce Burton + +Illustrator: Gordon Grant + +Release Date: November 22, 2010 [EBook #34394] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE BOY SCOUTS OF BOB'S HILL *** + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Emmy and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 325px;"> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="325" height="500" alt="Cover" title="" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + +<div class='copyright'> +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Officers of the National Council"> +<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'>OFFICERS OF THE NATIONAL COUNCIL</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Honorary President, THE HON. WOODROW WILSON</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Honorary Vice-President, HON. WILLIAM H. TAFT</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Honorary Vice-President, COLONEL THEODORE ROOSEVELT</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>President, COLIN H. LIVINGSTONE, Washington, D. C.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Vice-President, B. L. DULANEY, Bristol, Tenn.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Vice-President, MILTON A. McRAE, Detroit. Mich.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Vice-President, DAVID STARR JORDAN, Stanford University, Cal.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Vice-President, F. L. SEELY, Asheville, N. C.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Vice-President, A. STAMFORD WHITE, Chicago, Ill.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Chief Scout, ERNEST THOMPSON SETON, Greenwich, Connecticut</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>National Scout Commissioner, DANIEL CARTER BEARD, Flushing, N. Y.</td></tr> +</table></div> +</div> + +<div class='center'><br />NATIONAL HEADQUARTERS<br /></div> +<h2>BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA</h2> +<div class='center'>THE FIFTH AVENUE BUILDING, 200 FIFTH AVENUE<br /> +TELEPHONE GRAMERCY 545<br /> +NEW YORK CITY<br /><br /></div> + +<div class='copyright'> +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Finance"> +<tr><td align='center'>FINANCE COMMITTEE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>John Sherman Hoyt, Chairman</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>August Belmont</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>George D. Pratt</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mortimer L. Schiff</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>H. Rogers Winthrop</td></tr> +</table></div> +<div class='center'><br /><br /> +GEORGE D. PRATT, Treasurer<br /> +<br /> +JAMES E. WEST, Chief Scout Executive<br /><br /><br /> +</div> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Additional Executives"> +<tr><td align='center' colspan='3'>ADDITIONAL MEMBERS OF THE EXECUTIVE BOARD</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ernest P. Bicknell</td><td align='left'>Prof. Jeremiah W. Jenks </td><td align='left'>Edgar M. Robinson</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Robert Garrett</td><td align='left'>William D. Murray</td><td align='left'>Mortimer L. Schiff</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lee F. Hanmer</td><td align='left'>Dr. Charles P. Neill</td><td align='left'>Lorillard Spencer</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>John Sherman Hoyt</td><td align='left'>George D. Porter</td><td align='left'>Seth Sprague Terry</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Charles C. Jackson </td><td align='left'>Frank Presbrey</td></tr> +</table></div> +</div> + +<div class='right'><br /><br /> +July 31st, 1913.<br /> +</div> + +<div class='unindent'>TO THE PUBLIC:—</div> + +<p>In the elecution of its purpose to give educational value and +moral worth to the recreational activities of the boyhood of America, +the leaders of the Boy Scout Movement quickly learned that to effectively +carry out its program, the boy must be influenced not only in his out-of-door +life but also in the diversions of his other leisure moments. +It is at such times that the boy is captured by the tales of daring +enterprises and adventurous good times. What now is needful is not +that his taste should be thwarted but trained. There should constantly +be presented to him the books the boy likes best, yet always the books +that will be best for the boy. As a matter of fact, however, the boy's +taste is being constantly vitiated and exploited by the great mass of +cheap juvenile literature.</p> + +<p>To help anxiously concerned parents and educators to meet this +grave peril, the Library Commission of the Boy Scouts of America has +been organized. EVERY BOY'S LIBRARY is the result of their labors. +All the books chosen have been approved by them. The Commission is +composed of the following members: George F. Bowerman, Librarian, Public +Library of the District of Columbia, Washington, D. C.; Harrison F. +Graver, Librarian, Carnegie Library of Pittsburgh, Pa.; Claude G. Leland, +Superintendent, Bureau of Libraries, Board of Education, New York City; +Edward F. Stevens Librarian, Pratt Institute Free Library, Brooklyn, +New York; together with the Editorial Board of our Movement, William +D. Murray, George D. Pratt and<a name="Frank_Presbrey" id="Frank_Presbrey"></a> Frank Presbrey, with Franklin K. Mathiews, +Chief Scout Librarian, as Secretary.</p> + +<p>In selecting the books, the Commission has chosen only such as +are of interest to boys, the first twenty-five being either works of +fiction or stirring stories of adventurous experiences. In later lists, +books of a more serious sort will be included. It is hoped that as +many as twenty-five may be added to the Library each year.</p> + +<p>Thanks are due the several publishers who have helped to +inaugurate this new department of our work. Without their co-operation +in making available for popular priced editions some of the best books +ever published for boys, the promotion of EVERY BOY'S LIBRARY would +have been impossible.</p> + +<p>We wish, too, to express our heartiest gratitude to the Library +Commission, who, without compensation, have placed their vast experience +and immense resources at the service of our Movement.</p> + +<p>The Commission invites suggestions as to future books to be +included in the Library. Librarians, teachers, parents, and all others +interested in welfare work for boys, can render a unique service by +forwarding to National Headquarters lists of such books as in their +Judgment would be suitable for EVERY BOY'S LIBRARY.</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 6em;">Signed</span><br /> +<img src="images/signature.png" width="150" height="41" alt="James E. West" title="" /> +<br /> +Chief Scout Executive.<br /> +</div> + +<div class='center'><br /> +"DO A GOOD TURN DAILY."<br /> +</div> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 282px;"><a name="frontis" id="frontis"></a> +<img src="images/i001.jpg" width="282" height="400" alt=""I HAVE LOST THE CAMP. HELP!"—Page 132." title="" /> +<span class="caption">"I HAVE LOST THE CAMP. HELP!"—<a href="#Page_132"><i>Page</i> 132</a>.</span> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class='center'>EVERY BOY'S LIBRARY—BOY SCOUT EDITION</div> +<div class='bbox'> +<h1>THE BOY SCOUTS<br /> +OF BOB'S HILL</h1> + +<div class='center'><i>A Sequel to "The Bob's Hill Braves"</i><br /> +<br /><br /> +BY</div> + +<div class='author'>CHARLES PIERCE BURTON</div> + +<div class='center'> +<span class='small'>AUTHOR OF</span><br /> +<span class='small'>THE BOYS OF BOB'S HILL, THE BOB'S CAVE BOYS,</span><br /> +<span class='small'>AND THE BOB'S HILL BRAVES</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class='small'>WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY</span><br /> +GORDON GRANT<br /><br /><br /> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 70px;"> +<img src="images/emblem.png" width="70" height="66" alt="Decoration" title="" /> +</div> + +<div class='center'><br /><br /> +NEW YORK<br /> +<span class='big'>GROSSET & DUNLAP</span><br /> +PUBLISHERS<br /> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class='copyright'> +<span class="smcap">Copyright</span>, 1912,<br /> +BY<br /> +HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY<br /> +<i>Published October, 1912</i><br /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + +<div class='center'> +To<br /> +THE RAVENS,<br /> +<span class='small'>Patrol 1, Troop 3, of Aurora, Illinois,</span><br /> +<span class='small'>BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA</span><br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> +<tr><td align='left' colspan='2'><span class='small'>CHAPTER</span></td><td align='left'><span class='small'>PAGE</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>I. </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">"The Band" and the Cave</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>II. </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Raven Patrol Hits the Trail</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>III. </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Tracking the Robbers</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>IV.</td><td align='left'>"<span class="smcap">Danger—Come</span>"</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>V. </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Campfire on Bob's Hill</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>VI. </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Fourteen-mile Hike</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>VII.</td><td align='left'>"<span class="smcap">Bill Hasn't Come Back</span>"</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_102">102</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>VIII. </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Smoke Signals on the Mountain</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>IX. </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Found at Last</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_135">135</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>X. </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Maiden in Distress</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_146">146</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XI. </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Treed by a Bear</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_162">162</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XII. </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">What Happened to the Bear</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_174">174</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XIII. </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Eagle Patrol Joins the Scouts</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_191">191</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XIV. </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Planning a Camping Trip</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_206">206</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XV. </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Scouting in the Great Northwest</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_219">219</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XVI. </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Cloudburst on Greylock</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_233">233</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XVII. </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">On the Way at Last</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_246">246</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XVIII. </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Scouting Through a Wilderness</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_262">262</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XIX. </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">On Historic Ground</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_278">278</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XX. </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Scouts to the Rescue</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_295">295</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> + + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustrations"> +<tr><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'><span class='small'>PAGE</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"<span class="smcap">I have lost the camp. Help!</span>"</td><td align='right'><i><a href="#frontis">Frontispiece</a></i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">With Skinny leading, we started, dodging from tree to tree</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">"It gives me pain," she said, "to inform you that the woodbox is empty"</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_206">206</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><span class="smcap">As we ran, we heard a yell of pain, or fright, and it was not a bear's voice at all</span></div></td><td align='right' valign='top'><a href="#Page_261">261</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE BOY SCOUTS OF BOB'S HILL</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER I</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>"THE BAND" AND THE CAVE<br /><br /></div> + + +<div class='cap'>BLACKINTON'S barn is exactly at the foot +of Bob's Hill. Phillips's is, too, and so is +our garden; but I am not telling about those now. +Beyond the barns are apple orchards, reaching halfway +up the hill, as you know, if you have read about +the doings of the Band.</div> + +<p>When they built Blackinton's barn they cut into +the hill, so that the roof of the stable slopes clear +down to the ground, on the hill side in the orchard. +It makes a fine place for us boys to sit and talk about +things.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Blackinton, who owns the barn, says that +maybe climbing around on a roof isn't the best +thing in the world for shingles but boys have got +to do something and she is willing to take a chance;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span> +only to be as careful as we can, and not to eat +any more apples than are necessary to our happiness +and well being.</p> + +<p>Anyhow, seven of us Bob's Hill boys sat there +one Saturday afternoon in May, planning what to +do in the long vacation. Every member of the +Band was there, not counting Tom Chapin, except +Skinny Miller; and we were expecting him every +minute.</p> + +<p>He was late then, and every little while one of +us would stick his head around the edge of the +barn to see if he wasn't coming up the driveway +from Park Street. We might as well have sat +still, for you never can tell which way he will +come.</p> + +<p>Pa says that Skinny is like the wind, which +bloweth whither it listeth. I don't exactly know +what he meant but that is what he said, or something +like that.</p> + +<p>It was quiet in the orchard. There was hardly +a sound except the buzzing of insects in the sunshine, +and somehow that only seemed to make it +more quiet and dreamy.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p> + +<p>Suddenly Bill Wilson stood up on the sloping +shingles and gave such a warwhoop that it almost +made the bark rattle on the trees. When Bill turns +his voice loose it is something awful.</p> + +<p>We looked up to see what it all was about. He +had grabbed Benny Wade by the hair and, giving +another yell louder than the first, was pretending +to scalp him. Bill always likes to play Indian.</p> + +<p>Benny didn't want to be scalped. Although he +is two years younger and not nearly so big, he +grabbed Bill around the legs and held on until they +both slipped and went tumbling down the steep +roof to the ground, where they sat, with the rest +of us laughing down at them.</p> + +<p>Just then we heard another warwhoop, sounding +from up the hill somewhere, beyond the orchard. +Bill and Benny scrambled to their feet, and we all +looked and listened.</p> + +<p>We saw nothing for a minute or two. Then +something darted through the gate, which leads +into the orchard from the hill; dropped down out +of sight behind the fence, and commenced crawling +backward toward the nearest apple tree. Every<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span> +few seconds, it would raise up long enough to point +something, which looked like a gun, at the enemy.</p> + +<p>"Great snakes!" whispered Bill. "What's +that?"</p> + +<p>But we could tell in a minute without asking, +for when it reached the tree it stood up and peered +around the trunk, aiming a stick and pretending to +fire. We knew then that Skinny was on the way.</p> + +<p>"It's Skinny!" shouted Benny, throwing a stick +at him.</p> + +<p>Skinny waved one arm for us to be quiet, then +began to wriggle back to the next tree. Making +his way slowly from tree to tree, with a quick dash +he finally reached the roof, where he felt safe.</p> + +<p>"That was a close call, Skinny," said Bill. "I +heard a bee buzzin' around out there in the orchard, +a few minutes ago."</p> + +<p>"Bee, nothin'!" Skinny told him, still pointing +with his gun and looking around in every direction. +"They pretty near had me surrounded."</p> + +<p>That was the beginning of this history, which +tells all about the doings of the Band, that set all +the people talking about us for miles around.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></p> + +<p>Perhaps you never heard about the Band; how +we found a cave at Peck's Falls, part way up the +mountain, and had all kinds of fun playing there +and on Bob's Hill. There are eight of us in all. +Skinny is captain. His folks call him Gabriel but +we don't like that name. Skinny is a good name +for him, he is so fat. He can run though, even +if he is heavy, and you would think that he could +fight some if you had seen him once, when the +Gingham Ground Gang got after us.</p> + +<p>Benny Wade is the littlest fellow in the bunch +but he feels just as big as anybody and sometimes +that is almost as good as being big. Besides these +there are Harry, Wallie, Chuck, Bill Wilson, Hank +Bates,—Oh, yes, I most forgot,—and myself.</p> + +<p>My name is John Alexander Smith. The boys +call me Pedro, and I have been secretary ever since +Tom Chapin found the cave. It's up to me to +write the doings of the Band and the minutes of +the meetings.</p> + +<p>Tom Chapin was our first captain and he meets +with us now, whenever he is in town.</p> + +<p>The village where we live is in a long, narrow<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span> +valley, with little Hoosac River flowing north +through the center of it, until it gets beyond the +mountain range. Then it turns west and hurries +down into the Hudson.</p> + +<p>Bob's Hill stands just west of the village and +looks down upon the highest steeples. Over the +brow of the hill and a little south are Plunkett's +woods. West, straight back, a mile or more, begins +the timbered slope of old Greylock, which, everybody +knows, is the highest mountain in Massachusetts. +And in the edge of the first woods, a +little back from the road, is the prettiest place you +ever sat eyes upon. Grown-up folks call it "the +glen," but we boys just say "Peck's Falls." I +don't know why, only there is a waterfall there, +which begins in a brook, somewhere up on the +mountainside, and plays and tumbles along, until +finally it pours down from a high cliff into a pool +a hundred feet below; then dashes off to join +Hoosac River.</p> + +<p>A queer-shaped rock, with a high back and narrow +ledge, which we call the "pulpit," bridges the +ravine in front of the falls, fifty feet and maybe<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span> +more, above the rushing water. A little farther +down the ravine, at the edge of the stream, is +another rock. It will do no harm now to say +that our cave is under that rock, because folks have +found out about it, although not many know about +there being two entrances.</p> + +<p>All these things that I have told about belong +to us boys. Mr. Plunkett thinks that he owns +Plunkett's woods and Bob's Hill. I mean the very +top of it. And somebody has been cutting trees off +from Greylock, until it looks like a picked chicken +in spots. But we call them all ours because we +have more fun with them than anybody else does, +and it seems to us that things belong to those who +get the most out of them.</p> + +<p>We knew from the way Skinny was acting that +he had something on his mind, so we sat down and +waited for him to tell us.</p> + +<p>"Fellers," said he, after a while, "we've been +Injuns and we've been bandits, and we have had +fun, good and plenty. I ain't sayin' that Injuns +and bandits are not all right sometimes but——"</p> + +<p>"Guess what!" broke in Benny. "We've been<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span> +'splorers, too. Don't you remember 'sploring out +in Illinois last summer? About LaSalle and that +other guy and What's-her-name who fell over the +cliff?"</p> + +<p>"That was all right, too," said Skinny, "and +I couldn't forget it in a thousand years, but I tell +you those things are back numbers. They are out +of date."</p> + +<p>"Never mind about the date," said Hank, "but +hurry and get it out of your system. We've got +to be something, haven't we? If we ain't Injuns +and we ain't bandits, what are we?"</p> + +<p>"We are Scouts," shouted Skinny, aiming with +his gun and dodging so quickly that he almost slid +down the roof.</p> + +<p>We all looked at one another in surprise, wondering +what he meant. Benny spoke up first.</p> + +<p>"What are those things, Skinny?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"Why," said Skinny, "haven't you been readin' +about 'em? They are—er—they are—er—they're +just Scouts, that's all.—They scout around, you +know, and do all kinds of stunts."</p> + +<p>"Scoot around, you mean," I told him.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well, it's the same thing, ain't it?"</p> + +<p>"Not for mine," said Bill, shaking his head. +"Scouts may be all right, but Injuns and bandits +are good enough for me."</p> + +<p>"Here's the book, anyhow," said Skinny.</p> + +<p>He pulled out of his pocket a little book, which +told all about "The Boy Scouts of America."</p> + +<p>"That's what we are going to be, the Boy Scouts +of America, or part of them. They have members +all over the country. We'll call ourselves 'The Boy +Scouts of Bob's Hill,' when we have our meetings."</p> + +<p>Say, it looked good to the Band, except Bill, +after Skinny had read the book to us a little, sitting +there on the roof. It was a good deal like what +we had been doing, only more so. Even Bill said +it was almost as good as being Injuns and when +Benny heard about the uniforms he hardly could +wait.</p> + +<p>"How are we going to do it?" I asked, after +we had talked until we were tired.</p> + +<p>"That is what I came to tell you about," said +Skinny. "Mr. Norton, who teaches my class in +Sunday school, is getting one up."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span></p> + +<p>"One what, Skinny?" asked Benny, his eyes +bulging out like saucers, he was so interested.</p> + +<p>"Something he called a 'patrol.' You see, the +Boy Scouts are almost like an army, with all kinds +of officers, only they call them different names, and +the different companies are called patrols. He is +getting up a patrol in the Sunday school and wanted +me in that, but when I told him about the Band +he said that we could have a patrol of our own, +if we wanted to. There are eight of us, you know, +and that is just enough. I don't know much about +it yet, but Mr. Norton wants me to bring the Band +up to his house Monday night and talk it over. +He's going to have ice cream; I heard him say so +to Mrs. Norton."</p> + +<p>When he said that last, he looked at Bill, because +Bill liked ice cream, although he didn't seem to +think much of the Scout business.</p> + +<p>"Will you go?" asked Skinny. "I've got to +tell him to-morrow, so he'll know how much ice +cream to make."</p> + +<p>Benny looked at me and I could see by the way<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> +his eyes were shining that he wanted to go. But +Bill never likes to change his mind.</p> + +<p>"I think we ought to vote on it," he said, "and +have Pedro put it in the minutes of the meetin'."</p> + +<p>"Shall I put it down in invisible ink," I asked, +"or in the kind that shows?"</p> + +<p>We always write our most secret doings in +invisible ink, made of lemon juice, so that nobody +can read about them. We don't need to read it +ourselves, because we know all about it anyway. If +we want to, by holding the writing up to a fire we +can make the letters show.</p> + +<p>"Write it with chalk," said Skinny, "and make +the letters a foot high. This is something we want +folks to know about."</p> + +<p>"Uniforms wouldn't be so very much good," said +Benny, "if folks couldn't see us with them on."</p> + +<p>Skinny nodded his head; then took a piece of +chalk out of his pocket, and commenced to mark +on the clapboards, back of the sloping roof.</p> + +<p>I thought at first that he was going to write +the minutes of the meeting before it happened and +was going to kick about it, being secretary. Instead<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span> +of that, however, he made a big circle, and in the +center of the circle he drew a picture of a tomahawk. +Then, after looking at a watch which his folks +gave him for Christmas, he put the figures 18 above +the tomahawk, and 16 below.</p> + +<p>That was our Indian sign. The circle meant our +cave at Peck's Falls, that being sort of round. The +figures said for us to meet on the eighteenth day +of the month, at the sixteenth hour, which would +be at four o'clock that very afternoon. We had +half an hour in which to get to the cave.</p> + +<p>When we saw the Sign we all gave a yell, Bill +Wilson louder than anybody, and were going to +start for the cave on a jump, but Skinny hissed +like a snake and held up one hand for us to keep +still.</p> + +<p>"My braves," said he, after he had made up a +lot of Indian words, which we couldn't understand, +only they sounded fierce, "do you want to lose your +scalps? You don't know what is waitin' for us on +yonder hill."</p> + +<p>We didn't, either. If we had, maybe we shouldn't +have gone.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 377px;"> +<img src="images/i003.png" width="377" height="500" alt="WITH SKINNY LEADING, WE STARTED, DODGING FROM TREE TO TREE." title="" /> +<span class="caption">WITH SKINNY LEADING, WE STARTED, DODGING FROM TREE TO TREE.</span> +</div> + +<p>"Follow me," said he. "Keep behind the trees +until we get out of the forest, and mum's the +word!"</p> + +<p>So, with Skinny leading, we started, dodging +from tree to tree on the hillside, until we came to +the orchard fence. After that there were no trees +except on the very top.</p> + +<p>There is a sort of road leading out of the orchard +and winding around the hill, where the walking is +easy, but on that side Bob's Hill itself rises almost +straight up from the orchards, and the slope +is covered with slippery grass, with now and +then a big stone sticking its nose out of the +ground. To climb it you have to dig in with +the sides and heels of your shoes and work +hard.</p> + +<p>Skinny started straight up and we after him, +except Bill, who can climb faster than anybody. +He soon was ahead.</p> + +<p>As Bill neared the top, forgetting all about +danger, Skinny gave a warning hiss. Bill looked +back; then dropped to the ground and began to +crawl slowly up, pulling at the grass and stones<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> +to help him along. The rest of us waited to see +what would happen to Bill.</p> + +<p>In a few minutes we saw him stick his head +up carefully above the brow of the hill. Then +he dodged down out of sight and slid back part +way toward us, motioning for us to come on and +not to make any noise.</p> + +<p>I didn't know what to think of it, for I hadn't +really supposed anybody would be there. Skinny +is 'most always careful that way because, he says, +you never can tell what may happen.</p> + +<p>"Gee!" said he, when Bill motioned. "Didn't +I tell you they pretty near had me surrounded? +Steady now, and mum's the word!"</p> + +<p>Slowly we crawled up toward Bill. When we +had come up even with him, without a word he +crept toward the top of the hill, we crawling along +after him, and my heart was pounding like a trip-hammer, +partly from the work of climbing and +partly because it was scary.</p> + +<p>Pretty soon we began to hear voices. The eight +of us put our heads up at about the same time; +then sank down again out of sight, and I heard<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span> +Skinny whisper, "Jerusalem!" and Bill saying +"Great snakes!" to himself.</p> + +<p>We lay there for a moment, looking at each +other and not knowing what to do. Then Benny +spoke up.</p> + +<p>"Come on, fellers," said he. "Who's afraid +of them? It's only a lot of girls."</p> + +<p>That's what it was. About twelve high-school +girls were sitting there under a tree, with lunch +baskets around, looking at Greylock and waiting +for it to be time to eat. There was no way for +us to pass without being seen except to go back +and around through Plunkett's woods, and we +didn't want to do that.</p> + +<p>"Let's scare 'em," said Skinny at last. "We'll +yell the way we did on Greylock that time we scared +the wild cat."</p> + +<p>"It's all right to scare 'em," said Hank, "for +they haven't any business on our hill. But a girl +ain't a wild cat or anything like it, and you never +can tell what she will do. They may not scare +worth a cent."</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you what," I said. "If we all yell,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> +they'll know that it must be the Band. So let's +have only one yell. Give Bill a chance and there +will be something doing."</p> + +<p>We left Bill and crawled up to where we could +see them and they couldn't see us. Then he commenced.</p> + +<p>Say, I've heard Bill Wilson a lot of times, but I +never heard anything like that. Although I knew +what was doing it, shivers chased up and down +my back, until I 'most forgot about the girls.</p> + +<p>He started with a moan like he was in pain. +Then for a minute it sounded as if a whole +menagerie had been turned loose, with a dog fight +in the middle. From the midst of the dog fight +came a blood-curdling screech which died away +again in a moan and sob, and then all was still +while Bill was getting his breath for another.</p> + +<p>It was awful to hear, and the girls didn't wait +for another, or even for the sob part. At the +first moan they started to their feet, looking around +with scared faces, and when the menagerie turned +loose away they went on a run.</p> + +<p>"Charge, my braves!" cried Skinny, as soon as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> +he could stop laughing long enough to speak. +"Let's surround 'em."</p> + +<p>With a yell, we charged across the top of the +hill, down the slope beyond and into a field which +rose gently up to Plunkett's woods.</p> + +<p>Just before the girls reached the woods one of +them looked back, saw us, and told the others. I +thought they would run harder than ever when +they saw us coming, but it was just as Hank said +about not knowing what they would do. They +turned and stood there, the whole twelve of them, +looking so mad that we stopped running and waited +to see what would happen.</p> + +<p>"We know who you are, Skinny Miller," said +the one who had seen us first, "and you ought +to be ashamed of yourself. We'll fix you for +this."</p> + +<p>She said something to the others, which we +couldn't hear, and pointed toward us. Then they +stooped and each one grabbed a stick from the edge +of the woods.</p> + +<p>"Great snakes!" said Bill. "I wish I hadn't +come."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Fellers," said Skinny, looking at his watch. +"It's 'most four o'clock. We'll have to run like +sixty if we get to the cave in time for the meetin'."</p> + +<p>There are a lot of boys who never saw a mountain, +and the Band, even, never saw the Rockies +and big mountains like those. But Greylock is big +enough for us. On a summer day, with fleecy +clouds chasing over his head like great, white butterflies; +sunshine resting on the pine trees, and the +mountain smiling down on us with arms outstretched, +as if he would gather in all of Massachusetts +and a part of Vermont, and the cawing +of crows in the Bellows Pipe, and no school to +call us back—say, that's living; that is!</p> + +<p>Soon we came to the woods and followed along +a path until we could hear the rushing and roaring +of Peck's Falls in front of us, sounding as if old +Greylock himself was talking.</p> + +<p>We stopped at Pulpit Rock a minute to see the +falls and the foaming pool below; then followed +Skinny down the side of the steep ravine to our +cave at the edge of the stream.</p> + +<p>"The meetin' will come to order," said Skinny,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> +after we had crawled in and were sitting on the +floor. "Are we all here?"</p> + +<p>"I am," said Benny, "and I," "and I," "and +I," said the others, faster than I could count them.</p> + +<p>"All the fellers that want to go to Mr. Norton's," +said Skinny, as soon as he had found that everybody +was there, "to see about this Scout business—and +eat ice cream," he added, looking at Bill when +he said it, "mark a cross on the floor of the cave +with your knives."</p> + +<p>Everybody marked except Bill. He didn't have +his knife with him.</p> + +<p>"It's all right," said he. "I'll go, anyhow, +knife or no knife. I'd rather be an Injun than a +Scout any day in the week, but there ain't any use +letting that ice cream go to waste."</p> + +<p>"'Tis well," said Skinny. "We have spoken."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER II</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>RAVEN PATROL HITS THE TRAIL<br /><br /></div> + + +<div class='cap'>WHEN Monday night came, the Band met at +Skinny's and went from there to Mr. Norton's. +He seemed glad to see us and started in +for a good time without saying a word about the +Scout business. I was just going to ask him about +it when Mrs. Norton brought in the ice cream. +After that we were too busy to ask anything.</div> + +<p>When at last we had eaten all that we wanted +and Bill had put away three dishes, Mr. Norton +gathered us around him and said that he would +tell us a story, if we wished to hear it.</p> + +<p>We told him to go ahead, and, after thinking a +moment, he began.</p> + +<p>"You boys probably do not remember the Boer +war in Africa. You were too young at the time. +During that war the Boers surrounded a town +called Mafeking. All the able-bodied men were<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> +needed for fighting in order to defend the city +and could not be spared for the work of carrying +despatches and things like that.</p> + +<p>"They had some lively lads in that town. As +soon as the boys found out the situation they made +up their minds that they could do that kind of +work just as well as the men could. They did, +too. Back and forth they hurried on bicycles, +through a rain of bullets, from fort to fort, carrying +messages and scouting. I tell you, those English +boys were heroes. I don't see how they escaped +being killed. They must have dodged the +bullets."</p> + +<p>When Skinny heard Mr. Norton speak of their +being English boys he looked troubled, because +Skinny thinks a lot of the United States of America.</p> + +<p>"Is this an English story, Mr. Norton?" he +asked. "Because if it is I don't know about it. +How about George Washington, Bunker Hill, seeing +the whites of the enemy's eyes, and all those +things? We named our boat out on Fox River +in Illinois, the 'Paul Revere.'"</p> + +<p>"Guess what!" put in Benny, laughing at something<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> +he was thinking. "Skinny couldn't dodge +any bullets? 'Cause why? He's too fat. They +couldn't miss him."</p> + +<p>"Aw, what's the matter with you?" said Skinny. +"I could dodge as many as you could, I guess. +If a bullet hit you there wouldn't be anything left +of you; that's what. Why, I——"</p> + +<p>"A hero is a hero," said Mr. Norton, before +Skinny had time to finish, "and a boy is a boy, I +guess, no matter in what country he happens to +live. I have heard all about the Band, and I know +that if you had been in Mafeking that time you +would have been among the first to volunteer for +scout service, bullets or no bullets, and Washington +or no Washington."</p> + +<p>"Hurrah!" yelled Bill, forgetting where he was. +"That's the stuff. Injun or no Injun, too. I +knew an English boy once, and he was all right. +Say, you ought to have seen him in a scrap."</p> + +<p>Mr. Norton laughed and went on with his +story.</p> + +<p>"A few years later Gen. Robert Baden-Powell, +who had been colonel in command of the English<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> +forces at Mafeking, got to thinking about those +boys in South Africa and how manly it made them +to help in the scouting. He liked boys and he +made up his mind that if scouting had been good +for those boys it would be good for any boys. +Not the fighting part, I mean, but the outdoor life, +learning to take care of themselves in the wilderness, +make camps, build fires, find their way +through the forest, follow a trail, and such things. +So he called a meeting of a lot of boys and talked +to them and showed them how to do it. They +played at being Indians mostly."</p> + +<p>"They don't have Injuns in England," said Bill, +shaking his head, "unless it's in a Wild West show, +and that doesn't count."</p> + +<p>"You are stopping the story, Bill," Skinny told +him. "What's the difference?"</p> + +<p>"Well, they don't," grumbled Bill.</p> + +<p>"Anyhow," Mr. Norton went on, "the boys enjoyed +the play, and the idea spread like wildfire, +until now there are Boy Scouts all over the world. +In America here Ernest Thompson Seton had +much the same idea. He was teaching the boys<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> +woodcraft, camp life, and such things by organizing +the Seton Indians that you may have heard +about. Then he went to England, where he and +General Baden-Powell put their heads together and +worked out the Boy Scout idea. In this country +the boys are known as 'the Boy Scouts of America,' +but nearly every civilized nation has its Boy +Scouts under some name or other, and the movement +is very popular among the boys.</p> + +<p>"I invited you up here to-night to get acquainted +with the Band. Skinny, I mean Gabriel, tells me +that you are all live wires. I want to know if +you will join the Scouts. You can have a patrol +of your own, select your own patrol leader and +your own patrol animal."</p> + +<p>"What's a patrol animal?" we asked.</p> + +<p>"Patrol animal? Why, each patrol is named +after some animal, and the Scouts all have to be +able to imitate its call, so that they can let each +other know where they are hiding."</p> + +<p>When Mr. Norton told us that you hardly could +have heard yourself think for a minute. Mrs. Norton +didn't know what had broken loose and came<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> +running in from the next room. Skinny was +hissing like a snake; Bill croaked like a frog; Benny +cawed like a crow; Hank barked like a dog, and +the other boys did something else, and nobody +could tell what they were doing.</p> + +<p>"You seem to have the right idea," smiled Mr. +Norton.</p> + +<p>There was a lot more to it, uniforms and rules +and signs and all that sort of thing, but that doesn't +belong in this history. It didn't take us long to +decide that we would go in. Bill Wilson was the +craziest one in the bunch.</p> + +<p>Mr. Norton thought that we ought to decide on +a patrol leader before we went home. We told +him that there was nothing to decide.</p> + +<p>"Skinny is captain, all right," said Benny, "and +the Band is the Band, I guess, whether we are +Scouts or Injuns."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I'm captain of the Band," Skinny told +him, when Mr. Norton waited to see what he had +to say about it, "but I don't know about this patrol +business. It wouldn't do to vote on it here, anyway. +The cave is where we meet. We ought to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span> +vote in the cave, seeing it is summer time. If it +was winter we could meet in Pedro's barn."</p> + +<p>We left it that way and were so busy during the +closing days of school that we didn't have time +to think much more about it until Friday. When +we came in from afternoon recess, there was the +Sign, as big as life, drawn with chalk on the blackboard.</p> + +<p>I saw teacher looking at it, sort of puzzled, as +if she was wondering what it all was about, and +some of the girls were giggling at it. They seemed +to think it was a joke of some kind, instead of +something important. Anyhow, the Sign said for +us to meet at the cave, Saturday, at ten o'clock.</p> + +<p>Saturday morning, long before ten, every boy +was at our house, that being nearest to the cave. +Each one carried a lot of good things to eat, so +we should not have to go home for dinner unless +we wanted to.</p> + +<p>Besides his dinner Hank had with him a little +camera, which his folks had given to him on his +birthday because he promised not to make any +more awful smells with chemicals in the cellar.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> +Hank was always mixing things to see what would +happen and he pretty near blew his house up at +one time. He is an inventor, too, and says that +when he grows up he is going to make a flying +machine. He nearly made one once. He made a +kite that would pull us uphill on our sleds.</p> + +<p>One time he made a spanking machine which +worked with a crank, and when teacher wanted us +to lick Bill we spanked him with it. Only we laid +a horse hair across the seat of his pants to see +what it would do and it broke the machine. Of +course, he didn't make the camera, but he had a +place down cellar where he developed and printed +his pictures after the camera had taken them.</p> + +<p>"Gee, fellers," said Skinny, "Hank is goin' to +take our pictures. Everybody look pleasant."</p> + +<p>"Not on your life," Hank told him. "You'd +break the machine; that's what."</p> + +<p>We went up through Blackinton's orchard and +followed the road around to the top of the hill.</p> + +<p>In a field, a little west of the top, the same field +where we chased the high-school girls, stand what +we call the "twin stones." They are big ones, six<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> +feet high and maybe more. One of these we use +for a fireplace. It is near Plunkett's woods, where +it is always easy to find dry sticks to burn. A piece +of the rock has been split off in such a way that it +makes a kind of hearth, with a place between for +a fire.</p> + +<p>"Let's come back here for dinner," I said. +"When we build a fire in the cave the smoke makes +our eyes smart. What do you say?"</p> + +<p>So we went into the woods and hid our lunch +and some potatoes, which we had carried in our +pockets to cook, but Hank wouldn't leave his +camera. He said it cost too much to let it lie +around in the woods. His folks paid three dollars +for it.</p> + +<p>Then we hurried on to the cave.</p> + +<p>"Open sesame!" said Skinny, pounding the outside +of the cave with a club, like the robber did +in "Arabian Nights."</p> + +<p>"Is she open?" asked Bill, who was in a hurry +to get in.</p> + +<p>Skinny didn't answer. He was peering up and +down the ravine to see if anybody was looking.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span> +When he found that no one was in sight he motioned +for us to go in.</p> + +<p>"Old Long Knife will guard the pass," said he.</p> + +<p>And he did, for when I put my head out of the +cave a little later to find out why he did not come, +he was fighting like sixty. He swung his club and +jumped around for a minute; then gave a fearful +whack and drew himself up with his arms folded, +like an Injun or a bandit.</p> + +<p>"Lie there, villain!" he hissed. "Sick semper +turn us, and don't you forget it."</p> + +<p>After that he came in with his face all red, +he had been working so hard. We already had the +candle lighted and were ready to begin.</p> + +<p>"Fellers," said Skinny, when we all had sat down +on the floor in front of him and I had called the +roll. "I don't know whether this is the Band or +the patrol, or whether we are bandits, or Injuns, +or Scouts, and I don't know that it makes much +difference. I am captain of the Band, but what +we want to find out is, who is leader of the patrol. +We could fight for it, perhaps, only I hate to muss +my clothes."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span></p> + +<p>Some looked at Bill, for we knew that he kind +of wanted to be leader. He would make a good +one, too, only it seemed to belong to Skinny.</p> + +<p>Nobody said a thing for 'most a minute. Then +Benny stood up, bumped his head against the roof +of the cave, and sat down again.</p> + +<p>"Mighty chief," said he, when we were through +laughing at him, "may I speak and live?"</p> + +<p>He never had said that before and it surprised +us.</p> + +<p>"You may," said Skinny, looking fierce and +swinging his club.</p> + +<p>"Fellers," began Benny, "Skinny was a good +enough leader when we went 'sploring out in Illinois +last summer and I 'most got drowned in Fox River, +and he was a good enough leader when we found +a tramp in this 'ere cave and smoked him out. He +lassoed the robber, that time, didn't he, when the +guy was stealin' Hank's pearl, and—and—lots of +things? I guess that anybody who could do that +is good enough to be patrol leader."</p> + +<p>That was a long speech for Benny to make, and +we all patted him on the back except Bill, who sat<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> +thinking and getting ready to say something. All +of a sudden he spoke up.</p> + +<p>"Fellers," said he, "three cheers for Skinny +Miller, who is always there with the goods."</p> + +<p>"You're out of order," Skinny told him, but +nobody could hear.</p> + +<p>I shouldn't wonder if they heard us voting clear +down in the village.</p> + +<p>We also had to have an assistant patrol leader, +called a corporal, and we elected Bill Wilson. Bill +is great at such things. As corporal he would be +in command whenever Skinny was away. That +didn't count for much, though, for Skinny +is almost always around when anything is +going on.</p> + +<p>The next thing to do was to decide upon our +patrol animal, like the book said.</p> + +<p>At first we couldn't agree very well on that. +Nearly every one wanted a different animal. +Skinny wanted us to choose a snake because he +liked the hissing part and a picture of a snake would +be easy to draw on our signs.</p> + +<p>Hank and Bill thought a dog would be best.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></p> + +<p>"A dog," said Bill, "is man's best friend, and +that is what Scouts are for."</p> + +<p>Hank could bark like a dog. That was why he +wanted it.</p> + +<p>Benny thought a crow would be the thing, but +it seemed to me that the American eagle would +be better. We heard one once on Greylock and +it was great.</p> + +<p>Skinny liked the eagle pretty well, especially the +American part, but when he found that Benny +Wade wanted a crow he said he was for a crow, +too. That was because Benny had made the +speech.</p> + +<p>"A snake is all right for some things," he said, +"and you don't want to step on them or on us. +Don't you remember that old flag which had a +rattlesnake on it and the words, 'Don't tread on +me'? The hissing is all right, too, when we are +close together and can hear, but how about it +when we are not? What if I was hiding in +Plunkett's woods and you were on the way to the +cave and I should be attacked by Injuns or something. +I might hiss until I was black in the face<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span> +and who'd hear me? You could hear me caw almost +to Peck's Falls."</p> + +<p>"Yes, that's so about snakes," I told them. "I +don't think much of snakes myself. But I don't +know about crows. The eagle is such a noble +bird."</p> + +<p>"Noble nothin'!" said he. "What did an eagle +ever do that was noble any more than a crow? Besides +a crow can talk if you split its tongue. I +read it in a book. You can't draw an eagle. You'd +have to write under it what it was."</p> + +<p>"So you would under a crow," I told him.</p> + +<p>"Anyhow," he went on, "I'll bet nobody here +can make a noise like an eagle. Let's hear you +do it, Pedro. Cawing is easy."</p> + +<p>That ended the eagle business. Skinny was +right. Not one of us could make a noise like an +eagle.</p> + +<p>"What makes you want it a crow, Benny?" +asked Hank.</p> + +<p>"I don't know how to tell it," said Benny, sort +of bashful like. "I wasn't thinking about drawing +it. A crow would be hard to draw, I guess,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> +but we could make something that looked like a +bird and we boys would know what bird was meant. +I wasn't thinking either whether it was noble or +not. Maybe a crow ain't exactly noble, but somehow +when I see a big fellow soaring around in the +Bellows Pipe, between the mountains, it makes me +feel kind of noble myself and as if I ought to soar, +too. And when I hear the cawing of a crow, no +matter where I am, even in North Adams or Pittsfield, +I can see Bob's Hill and old Greylock and +the Bellows Pipe, and big crows flying around in +the air as if they owned them all. We are Bob's +Hill boys and Greylock boys. That's why I want +it a crow. They sort of belong together."</p> + +<p>We never had thought of that before, but when +we came to talk it over it seemed that way to us, +too. So we chose the crow for our patrol animal, +only we didn't call ourselves "the crows" but "the +ravens," because it sounded so much nobler. While +we can't draw a very good one when we make our +signs, it looks some like a bird and we all know +what kind it is, as Benny said.</p> + +<p>By that time we were getting hungry and so<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span> +we made a bee-line for Plunkett's woods, sounding +as if a whole flock of crows were starting south.</p> + +<p>"Everybody scatter for wood," shouted Skinny, +when we had come to the big stone where we build +our fires. "I'll get the grub."</p> + +<p>We ran to different parts of the woods where +we knew there were dead branches lying on the +ground, trying to see which would get a fire going +first. Then, just as Bill and I met at the stone, +with arms full of sticks, and the others close behind, +we heard a terrible cawing over in the woods, +only it didn't sound so much like a crow as it did +like Skinny.</p> + +<p>We looked at one another, wondering what it all +meant, for the Scout business was new to us. Besides +it sounded as if something had happened.</p> + +<p>"'Tention, Scouts," said Bill, in a hurry to get +in his work as corporal while Skinny was away. +"Everybody caw!"</p> + +<p>We made a great racket. In a moment there +came an answering caw from the woods; then +Skinny stepped out into the clearing in plain sight +and motioned for us to come.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p> + +<p>We knew something was the matter and started +for the woods on a jump, the corporal in the lead.</p> + +<p>"It's gone!" shouted Skinny, when we had +come near. "Some guy has stolen our dinner."</p> + +<p>"Great snakes!" groaned Bill. "And I'm +starving to death."</p> + +<p>We all gathered around the place where we had +hidden the things under some bushes. Skinny was +right; they were gone. I tell you he was mad.</p> + +<p>"I don't know whether we are Scouts or bandits +or Injuns," said he, "and I don't care, but I'd like +to get hold of the critter that stole our dinner. +We wouldn't do a thing to him. Oh, no. Maybe +not."</p> + +<p>"Everybody scatter," he shouted. "Look for +signs and tracks. We'll follow him to the ends of +the earth."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER III</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>TRACKING THE ROBBERS<br /><br /></div> + + +<div class='cap'>WE didn't have any idea who took our things +and there didn't seem to be any way of +finding out. The ground in the woods was carpeted +with pine needles, which left no trace of +footprints.</div> + +<p>We thought that maybe those girls that we had +chased had taken our dinner to get even, and it +might have been the Summer Street boys, or maybe +the Gingham Ground Gang.</p> + +<p>We scattered, like Skinny told us, and gradually +worked out from the center, crawling on our hands +and knees, and watching every inch of the ground +and the bushes.</p> + +<p>We didn't get any trace at all until I found a +potato. Then Skinny, who was a little ahead of +me and at one side, gave a groan and yelled:</p> + +<p>"Here's my wishbone. They've eaten all my +fried chicken."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p> + +<p>It always makes Skinny mad to have somebody +eat his fried chicken.</p> + +<p>Farther on we found pieces of eggshell and +then more, as if somebody had peeled an egg while +walking and thrown the shells on the ground.</p> + +<p>We knew then that there was no chance of getting +our dinners back, but we followed the trail, +just the same.</p> + +<p>After a time we came to the queerest looking +tracks, where somebody had stepped on a soft piece +of ground. Benny found them first.</p> + +<p>"The spoor!" he yelled. "The spoor! I've +found the spoor."</p> + +<p>"Well, don't tell the whole town about it," said +Skinny. "Keep quiet and we'll surround 'em."</p> + +<p>"But the chicken and eggs are gone," he added, +after a moment. "I was going to give you some +of that chicken, Bill."</p> + +<p>We stopped and had a long look at the tracks. +There were four footprints and a hole, which +looked as if it had been made with a stick, or cane. +Three of the prints were like those which any +man would make in walking and one was the print<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> +of a bare foot, only it had a queer look that we +couldn't understand.</p> + +<p>"We've got 'em," whispered Skinny. "We'll +know that footprint again anywhere we find it. +Forward, and mum's the word!"</p> + +<p>Twice after that we found the same queer footprint; +once in the dust of a road that runs along +the south side of Plunkett's woods, and again on +the edge of a brook which comes down from the +mountain somewhere.</p> + +<p>Then we lost the trail and didn't know where +to go. Just because we didn't know what else to +do, we followed the brook up, until we came to a +gully out of sight from the road.</p> + +<p>Skinny was ahead, aiming with his stick and +saying what he would do if he should catch the +fellow that stole his chicken. All of a sudden we +saw him drop behind a bush and lie still. We +dropped, too. We didn't know what for, but I've +noticed that it is 'most always a good thing to drop +first and find out why afterward. Then we crawled +slowly up to him to see what had happened.</p> + +<p>There, sitting on the ground in a grassy ravine,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> +near the brook, were two men, and they were eating +what remained of our lunch. One of them +had his left shoe off and his foot done up in a +bandage. That was what had made the track look +so queer.</p> + +<p>Now that we had caught them we didn't know +what to do with them, for they were too big for +us to tackle.</p> + +<p>"I believe we could get away with the lame one," +whispered Skinny, "only they have about eaten it +all up; so what's the use? Besides, the other one +looks as big as a house."</p> + +<p>"If we only had a rope, Skinny," said Benny, +"you could creep up behind and lasso them, the +same as you did the robber out near Starved Rock."</p> + +<p>"Bet your life I could," he replied, "but we +haven't got one. Fellers, don't you ever go out +again without a rope. You can't ever tell when +you will need it."</p> + +<p>"Great snakes!" said Bill, thinking of the +chicken Skinny had been going to give him. "I'm +starving to death. Let's heave some rocks at 'em, +anyhow, and then run."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p> + +<p>He picked up a big stone as he spoke and was +going to throw it, when Hank caught his arm.</p> + +<p>"Wait," said he. "I know a trick worth two +of that. I'm going to shoot 'em."</p> + +<p>"Shoot them?" I gasped in surprise. "What +with?"</p> + +<p>"With my camera. You fellows stay here out +of sight and caw like a crow if they make any +move before I am ready for them. If I can only +get behind that clump of bushes back of them without +their seeing me, I'll take their picture."</p> + +<p>"Aw, cut it out," said Bill.</p> + +<p>But Hank was gone, and after a little we could +see him running through a field out of sight of +the men, so as to come into the ravine from the +other end. Pretty soon we saw him crawling in, +creeping from bush to bush, in sight only for a +second at a time.</p> + +<p>There was not a sound except the voices of the +men, who were talking about something, and the +ground might have opened and swallowed Hank +for all we could see of him.</p> + +<p>We waited a long time and began to get nervous,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> +not knowing what had happened, and I saw Bill +feeling around for another stone.</p> + +<p>Then all of a sudden Hank stood up above the +bushes he had told us about. He looked toward +where he knew we were hiding and put one finger +to his lips. Then he tossed a stone toward the +men and dropped down out of sight again before +it could fall.</p> + +<p>"Great snakes!" whispered Bill. "If he's goin' +to throw, why don't he do it, and not give a baby +toss like that?"</p> + +<p>Skinny held up one hand warningly as the pebble +fell into the brook right back of the men, making +a little splash and gurgle, as if a frog, or maybe +a trout, had leaped out after a fly.</p> + +<p>When they heard it both men jumped up and +stood there in the sunshine, looking toward the +sound. We couldn't see Hank, but knew that he +was somewhere in the bushes taking their picture.</p> + +<p>You almost could have heard our hearts beat +for a minute, not knowing what would happen. +Then the men sat down again and went on talking.</p> + +<p>We waited five minutes to give Hank a chance<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> +to get away, and crawled back the way we had +come. When we reached the road we heard a crow +cawing in the woods and knew that he was safe.</p> + +<p>"You answer, Benny," said Skinny. "You do +it best."</p> + +<p>He gave three caws so real that I almost thought +it was a sure enough crow. Hank joined us and +we hurried down the road toward home, hoping +that the dinner would not be all eaten up.</p> + +<p>"Did you get the picture?" I asked.</p> + +<p>He nodded. "I think so, but I can't be sure +until it has been developed. I had a splendid +chance. They stood just right and there was a +fine opening through the bushes."</p> + +<p>"It took you a long time," grumbled Bill. "I +could have hit them with a rock easy."</p> + +<p>"I was trying to hear what they were saying. +I couldn't hear very well, but I think they are +robbers or something."</p> + +<p>"You bet they are robbers," said Skinny. +"Didn't they steal my fried chicken?"</p> + +<p>We didn't think much more about the men because +we had important work on hand. The first<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> +thing we had to do was to eat dinner. That is +always important, especially when your mother +knows how to cook beefsteak that makes you crazy +just to smell. After that came a ball game. Our +nine, the "Invincibles," played a picked nine from +Summer Street. We beat, 25 to 19.</p> + +<p>I didn't see any of the boys again until in +church, Sunday morning. When I went in Bill +Wilson was there, looking so dressed up that I +hardly knew him.</p> + +<p>He saw me and motioned for me to come into +his pew, but Ma wouldn't let me do it. Bill had +something on his mind. It was easy to tell that. +He looked excited, and every time I turned around +he went through with all sorts of motions with +his mouth, trying to make me understand what he +wanted to say.</p> + +<p>It bothered me. Every time the minister twisted +up his face, trying to make us understand how important +it was what he was saying, I'd think of +Bill's mouth going back of me. I couldn't help it.</p> + +<p>When at last we went into Sunday school he +told me.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Great snakes, Pedro!" said he, grabbing me by +one arm. "Haven't you heard about it?"</p> + +<p>"How can I tell whether I have or not, when I +don't know what it is?" I told him.</p> + +<p>"They robbed Green's store last night; stole him +blind."</p> + +<p>"Who did?"</p> + +<p>"The guys that we saw yesterday. Our robbers."</p> + +<p>When Bill told me that you could have knocked +me down with a feather. It made me almost as +excited as he was. He didn't have time to say any +more because teacher made him sit at the end of +the line away from me so that he wouldn't whisper +so much.</p> + +<p>But after Sunday school was over he told me +all about it. Burglars had broken into Green's +store during the night. They blew open the safe +and took all the money, nearly one hundred dollars, +and they carried off a lot of knives and revolvers. +There is an alley back of the store. They +broke into the basement from there and then made +their way upstairs.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p> + +<p>"How do you know that it was our robbers +who did it?" I asked.</p> + +<p>Bill drew himself up and swelled out his chest, +just like Skinny does sometimes.</p> + +<p>"I'm a Boy Scout, ain't I?" he said. "A corporal, +too."</p> + +<p>"You are only a Tenderfoot," I told him.</p> + +<p>That was true. You have to be a Tenderfoot +before you can get to be a real Scout.</p> + +<p>"It's the same thing," he said, winking one eye. +"One of the robbers has a tender foot, anyhow."</p> + +<p>"Look here, Bill," I told him. "You are getting +to be worse than Skinny. What are you talking +about?"</p> + +<p>"Pedro," he said, "you'll never make a Scout. +You're a good bandit and a good secretary, but +this Scout business is too much for you. I saw +their tracks; that's what."</p> + +<p>"In the alley?"</p> + +<p>He nodded. "Come on and I'll show you."</p> + +<p>We hurried down to Center Street and turned +into the alley back of the stores. The ground in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> +the alley was hard and didn't show any tracks except +wagon ruts.</p> + +<p>Bill looked up and down the alley to make sure +that nobody was watching; then tiptoed over to one +side, and lifted up a big piece of wrapping paper, +which lay there as if it had been blown out of the +store. Under the paper there was the same kind of +footprint which we had followed from Plunkett's +woods the day before.</p> + +<p>There was no doubt about it. The man with a +bandaged foot must have been in the alley back of +the store which had been robbed.</p> + +<p>Bill was the proudest fellow you ever saw over +that footprint. When I had finished looking at it +he put the paper back again and we went out into +the street.</p> + +<p>"What do you think of that?" said he. "I +guess Skinny ain't the whole thing—on Sundays."</p> + +<p>"Does the marshal know?"</p> + +<p>"I haven't told a soul except you, Pedro. I +am saving it for the Band—I mean the patrol. +This is our chance. What's the good of bein' a +Scout if you don't do any scoutin'?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Anyhow, I think we ought to tell the marshal +about this," I said. "Those robbers are not going +to wait for the Scouts to get busy. They probably +jumped a freight last night and are in New +York by this time. But maybe the marshal could +do something."</p> + +<p>Bill was bound to tell the other Scouts about +it first. So after dinner we got the boys together +and all went over and took a look at the footprint.</p> + +<p>Skinny was even more excited than Bill was.</p> + +<p>"We are hot on the trail, fellers," said he. +"The thing to do is to surround them. We ought +to have captured them yesterday. Bet your life +we'll take a rope next time."</p> + +<p>But when Pa found us talking it over on our +woodpile, and we told him about it, he said for +us to go to the marshal's at once, and if we didn't +he would.</p> + +<p>It being Sunday, we went to the marshal's house +and found him sitting on the front porch dressed +in his best clothes. He was some surprised when +he saw the eight of us walk into his yard. It made +us wish that we had uniforms on.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></p> + +<p>"To what do I owe the honor of this visit?" +said he. "Is this a committee of distinguished +citizens to ask me to run for mayor or something?"</p> + +<p>Bill was bursting with the news, but Skinny was +the first to speak.</p> + +<p>"We want you to run for those burglars," he +said, "and we can tell you who they are."</p> + +<p>When he heard that the marshal began to get +interested.</p> + +<p>"Well, who were they? Maybe," he went on, +smiling at us, "you youngsters have come to give +yourselves up."</p> + +<p>"We didn't do it," put in Bill. "We wouldn't +do such a thing, but we know who did. We don't +know his name, but we know his track. We could +have caught him yesterday if we'd wanted to. I +wish we had now."</p> + +<p>Then we told him about losing our dinners and +following the robbers through Plunkett's woods, +and about the queer looking track made by the +bandaged foot.</p> + +<p>"I'd know that footprint in China," said Bill,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> +"and I found one just like it in the alley back of +Green's store. The man with the lame foot made +it. I 'most know he did."</p> + +<p>"Say, William, you are a regular sleuth," said +the marshal. "I have a notion to put you on the +force."</p> + +<p>But he didn't guy us any more after that. He +put on his coat and walked downtown with us.</p> + +<p>After he had looked at the footprint he covered +it up again so that nobody would step on it.</p> + +<p>"That's the one all right," Hank told him. +"There were two of them. I heard them say +something about robbing, when I was taking their +pictures."</p> + +<p>"Taking their pictures! They don't go around +breaking into stores with an official photographer +along, do they?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know what they go around with," Hank +said, "but I crept up close behind them and lay +back of a bush where I could hear them talking, +although I couldn't understand much of what they +said. I thought it would be fun to take their pictures +when they didn't know anything about it."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p> + +<p>"They stood up when Hank threw a stone and +looked right at the camera, only they didn't know +it was there," Benny explained.</p> + +<p>"Great Scott, boy! Do you mean to tell me that +you took a photograph of the rascals?"</p> + +<p>"I snapped them all right," Hank told him, "but +I won't know whether I got a good picture or not +until I develop the roll. I haven't done it yet."</p> + +<p>"Well, you develop it right away, or, better still, +get your camera and we'll have Marsh, the photographer, +do it and make sure of things. He'll +do it, if it is Sunday."</p> + +<p>Hank hung back. "Can't you wait a while?" +he asked. "I've got five shots left in the camera +and don't want to waste them. They cost money."</p> + +<p>The marshal looked disgusted. "Waste them! +How much did they cost?"</p> + +<p>"Twenty-five cents a roll; six in a roll."</p> + +<p>The marshal pulled a quarter out of his pocket +and handed it to him.</p> + +<p>"You'll be a rich man some day," said he. +"Now that roll of films belongs to me and that +picture is going to be developed before you are an<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span> +hour older. Can you do the job or shall I look +up Marsh?"</p> + +<p>"I can do it all right, if there is any picture +to develop."</p> + +<p>"Very well, go ahead with it and bring it down +to my office just as soon as you can. And I'll tell +you further, young fellow, if we catch those burglars +through your help, you'll get part of the reward."</p> + +<p>Hank looked at us a moment with his eyes +shining. Then he drew himself up.</p> + +<p>"I'm a Scout," said he, "and Scouts are not +looking for rewards. 'A Scout's duty is to be +useful and to help others.' The book says so."</p> + +<p>It made us all feel proud to have Hank say +that. The marshal gave a surprised whistle.</p> + +<p>"If that is the case," said he, laughing, "give +me back my quarter."</p> + +<p>But Hank wouldn't do that, although Skinny +nudged him. I don't suppose you can learn to be +a Scout all at once.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER IV</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>"DANGER—COME"<br /><br /></div> + + +<div class='cap'>IT was anxious work, standing around while +Hank ran the film from his camera through +some kind of machine which he had, to bring out +the picture. After what seemed like a long time +he took it out and looked through it toward the +light.</div> + +<p>"Hurrah!" he yelled. "We've got 'em."</p> + +<p>We all crowded around to look, and sure enough +at one end of the film we could see as plain as day +two men standing up and looking toward us. And +there was the brook, too, and the ravine, so real +that we almost could hear the water pouring over +the stones, which we think is the sweetest music +in the whole world. Away back in the picture was +the bush, behind which we boys were hiding when +Hank took it. Only you couldn't see us at all, +for we had been careful to keep out of sight.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p> + +<p>It is wonderful, isn't it? I don't know how it +is done and I don't believe that anybody else knows, +but I know that it is so because I saw it with my +own eyes.</p> + +<p>Hank washed the film, and after it was dry put +it in a frame with some paper which he had, and +held it up to the gas jet. In a few seconds the +picture showed up on the paper fine, just like our +writing does when we do it in invisible ink and +hold it up to a blaze.</p> + +<p>We could tell who it was, all right. The big +one had a scowl on his face, as if he had put it +there when Hank tossed the stone and hadn't had +time to smooth it out again.</p> + +<p>"This picture is for the marshal," Hank told us. +"Now I'll print another for the patrol. We'll let +them soak and wash a while, and then dry them +out. It'll take quite a long time, but we've got 'em +all right."</p> + +<p>When we finally went down to the marshal's it +was evening. He was tickled when he saw the +picture. It made Skinny feel real chesty and we +all of us were proud.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I tell you, Mr. Michael," said he, "the Band's +the stuff. I mean the patrol is. They don't get +away from us very often. I only wish we'd had a +rope with us that time."</p> + +<p>"You boys certainly did the trick," said the +marshal, examining the picture. "I don't know +those men myself, but I know where they will +know them, and that is the next best thing. +That is, if they are old crooks, as I suspect they +are."</p> + +<p>"Where's that?" asked Skinny.</p> + +<p>"At police headquarters in New York. They +have a rogues' gallery there that would surprise +you. It contains the pictures and records of nearly +every crook in the country. If these men are +among them they'll pretty near know where to put +their hands on them. I'll mail this down to-night. +I've telegraphed already. Come around to-morrow +and I'll tell you if I hear anything."</p> + +<p>He met us with a broad grin the next afternoon +and showed us a telegram. This is what it said, +for I put it down. Skinny thought it ought to be +in the minutes of the meeting.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Men well-known crooks. Are under arrest. +Got the goods and most of the money."</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>"More than ten words are in that telegram," +said Hank, counting them.</p> + +<p>"There you go again," laughed the marshal. +"I'll have to call the New York chief down for +being so careless. Anyhow, your robbers will go +to the penitentiary as sure as preaching."</p> + +<p>"I don't know about it," Benny told us afterward, +when we were talking it over. "I'm 'most +sorry that we did it. I shall always be thinking +that if it hadn't been for us those men wouldn't +be locked up away from birds and grass and trees. +Maybe they didn't have such good folks as we've +got. You know that guy out in Illinois didn't +have."</p> + +<p>But after we saw Pa we felt better about it.</p> + +<p>"I'm glad you feel that way," said he. "Still +you did the right thing after you found out about +the robbery. I wouldn't advise you, however, to +go around taking photographs of burglars. You +might get into trouble another time. It surely is<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span> +an awful thing to be in state's prison, but being +away from the trees and grass is not the worst thing +about it. The worst thing is being so bad that +you have to be locked up in order to make other +people safe. It is a terrible thing to be a criminal, +whether you are in prison or not."</p> + +<p>He was quiet for a minute; then went on:</p> + +<p>"I can't think of a worse prison for a human +soul than a human body that does mean things, +lies and steals or is vile in any way."</p> + +<p>A few days later when Skinny and I went to the +post-office together the postmaster handed him a +letter.</p> + +<p>"I say," said he, "you have been promoted, +haven't you?"</p> + +<p>On the envelope was written, "Captain Gabriel +Miller, Patrol Leader, Raven Patrol, Boy Scouts +of America."</p> + +<p>It made us both excited.</p> + +<p>"It's for the whole patrol," said Skinny, trying +to look through it. "I don't think I ought to +open it until we are all together, and I hardly can +wait."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p> + +<p>He rushed to the door as he spoke and whistled +through his teeth, for he saw Bill and Hank passing +on the other side of the street, going to my house.</p> + +<p>"I could have cawed," he explained when they +had come across, "but I didn't think that I ought +to when folks were looking."</p> + +<p>We went over to Benny's and found him piling +wood and glad enough to quit.</p> + +<p>"Never mind about the other boys," I told them. +"They will be along pretty soon. Whatever it is, +we'll want to read it twice, anyhow."</p> + +<p>Skinny opened the letter and looked at the +writing.</p> + +<p>"Jee-rusalem, fellers!" he shouted. Then he +commenced to caw like some crow that was crazy +with the heat.</p> + +<p>Bill cawed, too, but he didn't know what for. +Then he tried to snatch the letter out of Skinny's +hand.</p> + +<p>"Aw, cut it out, can't you?" said he, when +Skinny dodged out of the way. "Read it."</p> + +<p>"I am readin' it," said Skinny. "It's great."</p> + +<p>"Well, read it out loud."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></p> + +<p>Then Skinny started to read, and this is what the +letter said, only it doesn't tell how Skinny's eyes +shone, nor how he stopped every few lines to punch +the enemy.</p> + +<div class="blockquot">"<i>To the Boy Scouts of Bob's Hill:</i> + +<p>"I want to thank every boy in Raven Patrol, +and especially Henry Bates, for the recovery of +my property. But for you I should never have +seen it again and the burglars would still be at +large. I offered a reward for the capture of the +thieves and it rightfully belongs to you, but the +marshal has told me that, being Boy Scouts, you +do not want to be rewarded for good deeds. What +I wish to say is this: I like the Boy Scout idea and +want to help it along. Not as a reward but just +because I like boys, will you let me buy uniforms +for your patrol?</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 3em;">"Sincerely your friend,</span><br /> +"<span class="smcap">Robert Green</span>."<br /> +</div></div> + +<p>That is how we happen to have such fine uniforms +that make folks turn around and look every +time we pass.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span></p> + +<p>On the day we first wore the uniforms we were +made real Scouts; not First class ones but Second +class. You see, there are three kinds. First you +have to be a Tenderfoot. That doesn't mean that +your feet are tender, but that you are new to the +business. To get to be a Second Class Scout, you +have to do all kinds of stunts and you have to be +a Tenderfoot at least a month.</p> + +<p>We knew how to build fires and cook things out +in the woods and things like that, which Scouts +have to do, and the way we tracked the burglars +showed that we knew something about that.</p> + +<p>The hardest things we had to do were to learn +the Morse alphabet of dots and dashes for signaling +and to learn what to do when folks get hurt, +how to put on bandages and things like that and +how to bring folks back to life when they are nearly +drowned. We learned them all right, and it is a +good thing we did.</p> + +<p>Signaling was the most fun of all. We could +do it with flags like they do in the army; by waving +our arms like a semaphore, and by smoke from +fires like the Indians do. We also could spell out<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span> +things with smoke in the Morse alphabet, which +was something the Indians couldn't do, by making +the smoke go up in puffs like dots and dashes.</p> + +<p>Part of us would go up on Bob's Hill and part +on the hill opposite, beyond the Basin where we go +swimming, build fires, and signal to each other. It +was hard at first, but after a while we could spell +out 'most anything and understand some of it.</p> + +<p>It came in handy, too, because one afternoon, +after we had been playing in our yard, we decided +to practise our signaling. Just after all the boys +had started for the east hill, except Skinny and me, +who were going up on Bob's Hill, Ma came out +and wanted to know where the other boys were.</p> + +<p>"It is too bad that they have gone," said she. +"I was going to ask them to stay to supper."</p> + +<p>"Maybe they'll come back," said Skinny, winking +at me.</p> + +<p>"We are not going to have much, but I thought +you boys would enjoy eating together and we +should like it, too. We do not often have the +honor of sitting down to the table with young +gentlemen who have uniforms on."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p> + +<p>"We'll stay," said Skinny, "if you will let us +do something to help. According to Scout law, a +Scout must try his best to do somebody a good +turn every day. I haven't done it now for 'most +two days."</p> + +<p>"If that is the case," Ma told him, "my woodbox +seems to be getting empty."</p> + +<p>That is the greatest woodbox I ever saw for +getting empty. We filled it so full that the wood +fell off all over the floor; then started for the hill.</p> + +<p>"Now is our chance," said Skinny. "We've +just got to make them understand this time. We +never have had anything much to tell the boys +before, but this is important."</p> + +<p>We climbed to the very top of Bob's Hill and +soon had a fire going. When it was well started +we threw on some green stuff that made a big +smoke. Pretty soon we saw smoke going up across +the valley and knew that the other boys were ready.</p> + +<p>"They are there," I said. "Now we'll tell +them."</p> + +<p>"Wait," said Skinny. "First let's give the +danger signal. That'll fetch 'em."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p> + +<p>"But there ain't any danger," I told him. +"What's the use of lying, even with smoke?"</p> + +<p>"You bet there's danger," said he. "There's +danger of losing your mother's supper, ain't +there?"</p> + +<p>So I gave him one end of a wet blanket which +I was carrying, and I grabbed hold of the other +end. We covered the fire with it, stopping all of +the smoke; then took it off and let a big puff go +up; then covered it again and sent up a little puff, +and kept doing that until I was sure the boys would +be most crazy, for that sign means danger.</p> + +<p>After we had done it a while, we spelled out the +word "come." We did that by using the blanket +to make a short puff of smoke for a dot and a long +puff for a dash, like this:</p> + +<div class='center'> +... C .. O — M . E<br /> +</div> + +<p>We waited and spelled it out twice more to make +sure, and then went down the hill to the house.</p> + +<p>"Shall I set the table for the others?" Ma +asked, when she saw us coming.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p> + +<p>"They will be here in a few minutes," said +Skinny, looking at his watch.</p> + +<p>We were not sure of it, but we hoped they would +and, as Skinny said, it wouldn't do any hurt to get +the table ready.</p> + +<p>We were beginning to be afraid that they had +not understood and were not coming, when we +heard a faint cawing, a long way off somewhere. +It seemed from beyond Summer Street.</p> + +<p>Skinny answered, while I ran into the house to +tell the folks that it was all right. Then we went +out in front and waited.</p> + +<p>The first we saw of them was when Bill Wilson +turned into Park Street in a cloud of dust and +came tearing up the middle of the road on a jump. +The other boys were close behind, running to beat +the band, and every mother's son of them was +carrying a big club.</p> + +<p>They didn't even yell when they saw us, they +were so nearly winded, but Bill, being corporal, +ran up to Skinny, gave the Scout salute, and then +whirled his club around his head three times.</p> + +<p>It was great to see them come up that way, every<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span> +Scout whirling his club and all out of breath. +Skinny's eyes shone like stars, he was so proud, and +I saw Ma looking out of a window, surprised some, +I guess.</p> + +<p>"Show 'em to us!" yelled Bill, as soon as he +could speak. "We'll eat 'em up."</p> + +<p>"You'll get all the eating you want in about +five minutes," Skinny told him.</p> + +<p>"Where are they?" yelled Bill again, while the +other boys marched up and stood in a row, each +with his club in the air.</p> + +<p>"You are crazy," said Skinny. "Where's +who?"</p> + +<p>"The Gingham Ground Gang. Didn't you tell +us the Gang was after you and for us to come +quick?"</p> + +<p>"Not much. I said supper was ready and that +if you didn't get a move on yourselves you would +lose out."</p> + +<p>"Ain't there going to be a fight?"</p> + +<p>Just then Ma came out and it was a good thing +she did, because there might have been a fight, after +all.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Boys," said she, smiling at us, "you are all +invited to stay to supper, and you will just about +have time to wash up and cool off a little. We +are having supper early to-night. I was so disappointed +when I found out that you had gone that +your patrol leader, Captain Miller, told me that he +would signal to you and that Corporal Wilson +would get you here on time if he had to run his +legs off. I don't exactly see how he did it but +you are here, that is certain. I've let your folks +know, so you can stay just as well as not, unless +you don't like my cooking."</p> + +<p>When she said that the boys set up a shout, for +they knew all about Ma's cooking.</p> + +<p>"I wish you would tell me how you do it," she +added, turning back as she was going into the house. +"If your secretary would come like that when I +call him, I should be the proudest woman in the +village."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER V</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>A CAMPFIRE ON BOB'S HILL<br /><br /></div> + + +<div class='cap'>"JEE-RUSALEM, fellers," said Skinny a few +days later, "we're going to have a campfire +to-night on Bob's Hill. Mr. Norton, the Scoutmaster, +is going to be there, and he says for us +not to eat too much supper because there will be +something doing along about eight o'clock. It will +beat the Fourth of July."</div> + +<p>We hardly could wait for evening to come. The +folks thought that I must be sick because I didn't +want much supper, until I told them about the +campfire.</p> + +<p>"You'd better eat a bowl of bread and milk, +anyhow," said Ma. "If I know anything about +boys, and I have seen a few in my day, you will +be ready for another meal by eight o'clock."</p> + +<p>I don't know how it is, but things always seem +to happen just as Ma says they will. Long before<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> +eight o'clock came we were waiting for Mr. Norton +at our house, as hungry as bears.</p> + +<p>After a while he came along, lugging a big +basket and wearing a smile that would have made +us warm to him if we never had before.</p> + +<p>"Captain," said he to Skinny, "if you will detail +two of your men to bring some water, we'll +get started. Of course, if we were going to make +a regular camp we should see that there was water +near. We'll have to carry it this time, but it isn't +far to the top of the hill. One of you might help +me with this basket; there seems to be something +in it."</p> + +<p>Fifteen minutes later we were all at the top of +the hill and had brought some sticks from Plunkett's +woods for a fire and a curl of birch bark to +kindle it with.</p> + +<p>"I understand that you boys came near burning +up the woods and village once with a fire up here," +said Mr. Norton. "We must be careful about +that. Fire is a good servant but a very hard master. +We do not need a big blaze for a campfire, +so hot that we cannot sit around it. All we need<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> +is just enough to look cheerful, to heat our coffee, +and furnish enough hot coals for cooking this +beefsteak."</p> + +<p>He was unpacking the basket while he talked, +and Skinny was lighting the fire.</p> + +<p>"I don't know that I can tell you anything about +making fires and cooking. You boys just about +live out of doors in summer, so far as I have +observed. You are in great luck to have your +homes in a small village. If you should play some +of your pranks in a city, I am afraid that you +might become unpopular and the police might get +after you. Boys in great cities, like Chicago or +New York, know little of the freedom and sweetness +of country life."</p> + +<p>He went over to a little clump of trees and +came back with a small branch, from which he +stripped the leaves and twigs. When he had finished +he had what he called a "pot hanger" of +green wood, about four feet long and with a kind +of crotch at the smaller end. He put the big end +under a stone, the right distance from the fire, and +drove a short, crotched stick into the ground to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> +hold the pot hanger over the blaze at the right +angle. When that was done all we had to do was +to hang a pail of water on the end of the pot +hanger and wait for the water to boil.</p> + +<p>"I thought that we wouldn't bother with potatoes +this time," said he, "although they make good +eating when baked in hot ashes, as you boys probably +know. Mrs. Norton put in a whole stack of +bread and butter sandwiches and some other things, +which we must get rid of somehow, and Mrs. Smith +gave me this bag as we were leaving the house. +I don't know what is in it, and she told me not +to open it until the feast was ready."</p> + +<p>We all kept our eyes on the bag and wondered +what was in it. I thought that I could make a +good guess, being better acquainted with Ma than +the other boys were, but I couldn't be sure.</p> + +<p>By the time the water was boiling the fire had +burned down to red-hot coals. Mr. Norton poured +the water over the coffee and set the pot in a hot +place. Then he began to get busy with the meat, +using a broiler which he had brought in the basket. +The delicious smell of the beefsteak and the coffee<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> +almost drove us crazy, and we began to be afraid +that it would bring the whole village up the hill +to us.</p> + +<p>It seems as if every meal that we eat out of +doors that way is better than any which we ever +have had before. It grew dark before we had +finished Ma's doughnuts, which we found on opening +the bag. As we sat there we could see lights +begin to glow all up and down the valley and back +of us from an occasional farmhouse, up toward +Greylock. Stars came out overhead, and after a +little we saw a light in the sky above the East +mountain and knew that in a few minutes the moon +would come up.</p> + +<p>After we had eaten all that we wanted, we +threw some wood on the coals to make a little blaze, +and then lay around and talked.</p> + +<p>Finally Benny said, "I wish you would tell us +a story, Mr. Norton, like Mr. Baxter did out in +Illinois last summer."</p> + +<p>"I am going to tell you a whole lot of stories +before we get through with our meetings," he replied, +"but let us discuss this Scout business a little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> +more first. When you took the Scout's oath and +were enrolled in the Tenderfoot class, you pledged +your word of honor that you would do your duty +to God and your country, that you would help +other people at all times, and that you would obey +the Scout law. That Scout law is important. Suppose +we talk it over. Gabriel, you are leader, can +you tell us what the first law is?"</p> + +<p>Skinny stood up and folded his arms.</p> + +<p>"A Scout is trustworthy," said he.</p> + +<p>"It is a great thing to be trustworthy; to be +dependable," said Mr. Norton. "In a few years, +you boys and others like you will be running this +country and the other countries which make up what +we call the civilized world. To you doubtless that +time seems far off. Let me tell you that it will be +here almost before you know it. It seems only +yesterday when I myself was a youngster like you."</p> + +<p>"I'm going on twelve," Benny told him, "and +I have begun to grow again."</p> + +<p>"The Band is dependable all right," said Skinny, +stabbing around in the air with his fork. "I mean +the patrol is. Bet your life, when they monkey<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span> +with the Band they run up against a buzz +saw."</p> + +<p>Bill didn't say a word, but he cawed three times; +then flapped his arms and crowed, and ended by +standing on his hands and kicking his feet in the +air. Bill didn't have to talk. He could do things +that made us know what he meant, without saying +a word.</p> + +<p>"To be dependable," went on Mr. Norton, +"means more than to fight for your rights, or +for your country's rights. It means that in all +walks of life you must be ready to 'deliver the +goods.' When a Scout gives his word of honor +that settles it. That which he says is true, is true; +you can depend upon it, and he will do exactly what +he says he will do. That is a quality which we +greatly need in men as well as in boys, who soon +will be men."</p> + +<p>"Corporal, what is the second law?"</p> + +<p>Bill thought a minute and then said:</p> + +<p>"A Scout is loyal."</p> + +<p>"Right you are. You must be loyal to your +country, to your parents, to your officers, to your<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> +employers, when you get to work. Loyalty is a +great thing. It means to stick together. One boy, +or one man, alone, cannot accomplish much. Several +working loyally together for a single object, +are a power. You and the Gingham Ground Gang +used to have considerable trouble, didn't you?"</p> + +<p>"We do now," we told him, "except with Jim +Donavan. Jim is square and we'd like to have him +join us, but he won't leave the Gang; says it +wouldn't be right."</p> + +<p>"That is the kind of boy we want for a Scout. +He is loyal and his honor is to be trusted. You +must help me to organize the Gang, as you call +them, into another patrol. But what I was going +to say is this: When you and the Gang were enemies, +which I hope you never will be again, what +would have happened if one of you had ventured +alone down near the gingham mills?"</p> + +<p>"They would have done him up."</p> + +<p>"Exactly. Now suppose the eight of you had +stood together, back to back, shoulder to shoulder, +working against a common enemy?"</p> + +<p>"We did once," said Benny, "and they licked us,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> +anyhow, but there were more of them than there +were of us."</p> + +<p>"Bet your life they didn't lick us very bad," +put in Skinny. "It was a snowball fight. They +drove us from their hill, but afterward they asked +us to come back and slide with them, and we did. +We had a fine time."</p> + +<p>"It seems to me that in that case both sides won +a victory. The greatest victory a boy or man can +win is one over himself, over his own passions, his +selfishness and meanness. The greatest enemy +that he or his country can have will be found right +inside his own heart. There is where we all have +a fight on hand continually. But, remember, you +are Scouts and a Scout's honor is to be trusted."</p> + +<p>"Benny, what is the next law?"</p> + +<p>"A Scout is helpful."</p> + +<p>"There you have it. The highest type of man +is the useful one. There was once an old philosopher +who said that he counted that day lost in +which he did no good deed. A Scout ought to +feel the same way. You must try to do something +for somebody every day."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p> + +<p>"They don't have giants and dragons, any more," +said Skinny. "I wish they did; we'd paralyze +'em."</p> + +<p>"Henry, what is the next one?"</p> + +<p>"I am not quite sure whether it comes next or +not, but I think it does. The law says, 'A Scout +is a friend to all and a brother to every other +Scout.' Does that mean that we must be brothers +to the Gingham Ground Gang when they get to be +Scouts?"</p> + +<p>"Surely it does. Why not? Your folks may +have a little more money than their folks and not +so much as some one else. What of it? There is +something better than money, and that something +is manhood. Don't be snobs, whatever you are."</p> + +<p>"Now, Mr. Secretary, it is your turn."</p> + +<p>"A Scout is courteous," I told him.</p> + +<p>"Politeness is a great thing. If he lives up to +his pledge, a Scout will be courteous, especially in +his treatment of women and children who are +younger than he is, and of old people and those +who are feeble or handicapped in some way by +being crippled or sick. Don't forget that old men<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> +started as boys and that you boys, if you live, will +become old men. Now for number six."</p> + +<p>"A Scout is kind and a friend to animals," +Harry said.</p> + +<p>"And the next?"</p> + +<p>"A Scout is obedient," said Chuck.</p> + +<p>"Now we are getting down to business. The +first duty of a soldier is to obey, and it is so important +that he should obey in time of war that a +soldier, or scout, who refused to obey orders would +be shot. You are supposed to obey orders without +question. Obey your parents especially. Obey +me as Scoutmaster. Obey your patrol leader; that +is your duty as Scouts. If the order does not suit +you, do your kicking afterward, not before. First +deliver the goods; then you will be in a position to +criticise, if necessary."</p> + +<p>"We haven't heard from you, Wallie. Let's +have number eight."</p> + +<p>"A Scout is cheerful."</p> + +<p>"That's the idea. Don't grumble or whine. +That will never get you anywhere, or the world +anywhere.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I want to say a few words about the next +law, 'A Scout is thrifty.' Thrift is of the greatest +importance. Save your money. Save your pennies. +Put them in the bank. I think they ought +to teach thrift and the importance of saving in +the public schools. It does not mean that you +should be stingy. When you boys worked hard +one winter and gave a purse of money to an unfortunate +stranger, you were living up to the highest +ideals of a Scout. It doesn't mean that money +is the most important thing in the world, for it +is far from it. But remember this: a man's first +duty to his country is to be self-supporting, and +to be self-supporting in his old age he must be +thrifty in his youth. He must make hay while +the sun shines. He must learn to save his money. +That is why a Tenderfoot must have one dollar +in the bank before he can become a Second Class +Scout, and a Second Class Scout must have two +dollars before he becomes a First Class Scout. The +habit of thrift is very important. When you grow +older and go to work, no matter what you earn, +I want you to save a part of it.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p> + +<p>"There are three more laws," he went on, after +a minute, "and they speak for themselves: 'A +Scout is brave,' 'A Scout is clean,' 'A Scout is +reverent.' I need not tell you to be brave in the +presence of danger. Do you understand that sometimes +it takes greater courage to stand up for the +right? Keep yourselves clean; not only your bodies +but your thought and speech. And be reverent, +boys, toward God, who made old Greylock and +these beautiful hills for you to enjoy."</p> + +<p>When he had finished Skinny started to throw +some wood on the fire, but Mr. Norton stopped +him.</p> + +<p>"Never go away," he said, "leaving a fire where +it possibly can do any damage. We'll be going +home in a few minutes, and before we go this fire +must be put out. If the wind should come up in +the night the flames might spread into Plunkett's +woods."</p> + +<p>We saw in a minute that he was right, and, taking +sticks, beat out what little fire there was; then +started down the hill.</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you what I have been thinking," said<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> +Mr. Norton, when we were going through Blackinton's +orchard. "We have had so much fun to-night +that I should like to go camping with you +boys for a week, some time this summer. These +mountains and woods are just the places for scouting +and we could have a campfire every night. +What do you say?"</p> + +<p>"We say yes," said Skinny, "if our folks will +let us, and I know they will."</p> + +<p>"Can we play Indian, Mr. Norton?" asked +Benny.</p> + +<p>"We certainly can. I think everybody likes to +get out into the woods and be an Indian once a +year. You boys have something to do first, however. +I want every one of you to be able to show +a First Class Scout badge."</p> + +<p>"We can do most of the stunts now," I told +him, "only we haven't been seven miles and +back."</p> + +<p>The book says that before becoming a First Class +Scout a boy must go on foot to a point seven miles +away and return again, and afterward to write a +short account of the trip. It says, too, that it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> +would be better to go one day and come back the +next, and that means to camp out all night.</p> + +<p>That last was a hard thing to do because our +mothers did not want us to go off that way alone. +Mothers always seem to think a boy is going to +get hurt or something. Mr. Norton finally talked +them into it, all except Benny's mother. She +wouldn't stand for it. Benny cried, he felt so badly +about it.</p> + +<p>"Do it in one day, then," Mr. Norton told him. +"Remember that the law says for you to obey +your parents without question. That is more important +than to do the stunt."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER VI</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>A FOURTEEN-MILE HIKE<br /><br /></div> + + +<div class='cap'>SCHOOL let out Thursday, June 22, and it had +seemed to us as if the day never would come. +Not that we don't like school because we do—sometimes; +but when the sap drips from the maples and +bees buzz around the pussywillows on the river +bank and all the trees take on a different look, as +if there was going to be something doing right +away, then the time has come for us to get out our +marbles and tops and to fix up the cave for the +summer.</div> + +<p>Pretty soon the buds begin to throw off their +overcoats, and Bob's Hill grows green again in the +warm sunshine; the woods are bright with wild +flowers, and the songs of birds and smell of spring +fill the air.</p> + +<p>Then the mountains and hills tease us away from +our books, when we look out of the window. The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span> +river, all swelled up with joy and melting snows, +shouts for us to come on, every time we cross the +bridge. On Saturdays the brook at Peck's Falls, +grown big and noisy, roars out a welcome and tries +to say how glad it is to have us back at the cave +again.</p> + +<p>Say, how can a boy sit quiet in school when +all those things are going on?</p> + +<p>Last day finally came. It always does, no matter +how slowly the time seems to pass. The very +next morning the Ravens met to do the final stunts +that would make us First Class Scouts.</p> + +<p>For more than a week we had thought of little +except the fourteen-mile hike. It took several +meetings before we could decide where to go. Our +first idea was to tramp up into the mountains somewhere, +but that scared our folks and we had to +give it up.</p> + +<p>"It isn't as if you were all going together," said +Pa. "In that case, if one should get hurt the +others could take care of him and go for help. +If one of you alone should break your leg on the +mountain we might never be able to find you. I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> +think you'd better stick to civilization and the beaten +paths. You are not mollie-coddles and probably +would come out all right, anyhow. At the same +time, I should sleep better nights if I knew that my +boy wasn't off on the mountain somewhere, alone."</p> + +<p>That left us only two directions to go, north and +south, because on the east and west there are mountains +and the valley between is narrow. South +near Cheshire Harbor it narrows down so much +that there is room only for a wagon road, the +river, and the railroad, side by side, but there is +another road part way up the hill on the east.</p> + +<p>On that account we decided that all should not +go on the hike the same day, but to go four at a +time, each taking a different road. There are two +roads leading north to North Adams, one on each +side of the river, and two leading south. One goes +through Maple Grove and Cheshire Harbor to +Cheshire, where a lot of swell folks from New +York spend their summer vacations. The other, +as I have said, is part way up the east hill and +goes through a place, called Pumpkin Hook. It's +a queer name but we didn't name it.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p> + +<p>The plan that we finally decided on was for each +to follow one road one day for seven miles; then +go up into the hills somewhere to make camp for +the night, and the next day to go back again by +the other road. In that way we should stand a +chance of meeting two Scouts some time during +the trip, one on the morning of the second day, +when we would be crossing over to take the other +road, and one when the first boys on their way +home would pass the second boys on the way out.</p> + +<p>We drew cuts to see who should be the first four +to go. Skinny, Harry, Wallie, and Bill won the +first chance. They were to start the next morning +at seven o'clock sharp from the bridge, two going +north and two south. Hank, Benny, Chuck, and +myself were to wait until seven o'clock, the second +day, and then start. When we all had come back, +we planned to meet Mr. Norton and tell him about +where we had been and what we had seen and +done.</p> + +<p>Benny and I live nearest to the bridge. My +house is only a stone's throw north of it; Benny's +is a little north of mine and on the other side of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> +Park Street. That made it easy for us to get to +the bridge first, but pretty soon the others began +to come.</p> + +<p>"Has anybody seen Skinny?" I asked, looking +at Mr. Norton.</p> + +<p>Skinny's house is near Mr. Norton's, and we had +thought that maybe they would come together.</p> + +<p>"I stopped in as I passed," said he. "Mrs. Miller +told me that he had started."</p> + +<p>Just then we heard a caw, sounding from over +toward Plunkett's woods somewhere. It didn't +take us long to answer. Then we watched down +the railroad track, where it curves into town between +the wooded hillside and the river.</p> + +<p>We didn't have long to wait. In a few minutes +we saw Skinny put his head out between the trees +which line a high bank, fifteen or twenty feet above +the track. He looked carefully in every direction; +waved one arm, when he saw that we were watching, +and then dodged back again out of sight.</p> + +<p>"He's surrounding something," said Bill, giving +a caw so loud it must have almost scared the crows +up in the Bellows Pipe.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p> + +<p>"There are only four minutes left before leaving +time."</p> + +<p>Mr. Norton was looking at his watch. He had +hardly spoken, when, with a whoop and yell, Skinny +slid down the embankment and was running like +mad up the track toward us, waving his hatchet +in one hand and swinging a rope around his head +with the other.</p> + +<p>"One minute to spare," said Mr. Norton, smiling +as he put his watch back into his pocket. "That's +the way to do it. Be prompt. If you say that +you'll be somewhere at a certain time, be there."</p> + +<p>"Say, Skinny," said Bill, winking at me and +giving the Scout salute, "did you get 'em surrounded?"</p> + +<p>Skinny wouldn't answer, or even look at him +except to return the salute. He pulled out his own +watch, held it a moment; then pounded on the +bridge with his hatchet.</p> + +<p>"The meetin' will come to order?" said he.</p> + +<p>As he spoke, the bell on the woolen mill began +to ring and we knew that it was seven o'clock and +time to start.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span></p> + +<p>Quite a little crowd had gathered by that time +and there was a cheer when the boys started, Skinny +and Harry marching south on Center Street, side +by side, and Bill and Wallie, north on Park Street.</p> + +<p>Pretty soon their ways branched off. They +turned and waved to us; then were gone. Once +after that we heard some crows cawing in the +distance, and a little later I heard Bill yell from +somewhere down the river. I knew that he was +doing his best, but I hardly could hear him.</p> + +<p>It wasn't easy to wait until the next day, with +the other boys gone and knowing that we should +have to do it, too, in the morning.</p> + +<p>Pa said that maybe the time would pass more +quickly if I'd hoe in the garden a spell, but it didn't +seem to make any difference. My mind was following +the boys, especially Skinny, on his long +walk over a hilly road to Pumpkin Hook.</p> + +<p>"Scout's law says that we must be useful and +help others," he had told us, "and, bet your life, +I am going to do things."</p> + +<p>"Maybe," said he, after a minute, "I can rescue +some fair damsel in distress, like the knights used<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span> +to do, even if there ain't any dragons now-a-days. +The road goes too far from the river for me to +save anybody from drowning; unless I come back +by the river road."</p> + +<p>In the evening Benny and I sat out on the woodpile, +talking about it. We wondered where the +boys were making their camps, if anything would +happen to them and if Skinny had rescued anybody +yet.</p> + +<p>That night I dreamed that I was on the way. I +met a little, old woman, going to market, and +carried her basket for her.</p> + +<p>"Noble boy," said she. "Because of your kind +act I'll change shoes with you. Mine hurt my +feet."</p> + +<p>I didn't like to do it very well because her shoes +were old and shabby, but Scout law says to be +courteous. So I thanked her as well as I could +and put them on.</p> + +<p>And, say, they were magic shoes. I got to +North Adams in about three jumps and liked it +so well that I went on to Boston. I was just +going to sleep on Boston Common when a big<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> +policeman grabbed me by one shoulder and gave +me a shake.</p> + +<p>"Quit!" I said. "A Scout's honor is to be +trusted."</p> + +<p>"John! John!" came a voice. "It's time to +be up and away."</p> + +<p>I opened my eyes and there was Pa, laughing +down at me.</p> + +<p>"You're a pretty Scout," said he. "It's after +six o'clock and you have to start at seven."</p> + +<p>Ma hated to see me go, knowing that I'd be +out all night, but Pa didn't care, or pretended that +he didn't.</p> + +<p>"He's all right," he said. "What's going to +hurt him, I'd like to know?"</p> + +<p>Before seven o'clock the four of us were at the +bridge and, say, we looked fine in our uniforms. +Each one carried a little pan to cook in, some bacon +and other things to eat, and a blanket strapped on +his back. We also carried "first aid to injured" +things, to be ready if we should find somebody +getting hurt.</p> + +<p>When the bells rang for seven o'clock we started.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span> +This time it was Benny and I who went north on +Park Street, and Hank and Chuck, south.</p> + +<p>"You watch my smoke," whispered Hank to me, +when we were ready to start. "I've got a new +invention and I'm going to try it on somebody."</p> + +<p>When we were passing Benny's house Mrs. Wade +came out and waved to us.</p> + +<p>"Benny Wade," she shouted, "if you are not +home by nine o'clock to-night, your mother will +have a fit."</p> + +<p>I knew from the look on Benny's face how hard +it was for him to be cheerful, when he wanted to +stay out all night, like the rest of us.</p> + +<p>"All right, Ma," said he. "Don't worry. I'll +come back, if I live."</p> + +<p>"If you live!" I heard her yell; but Benny was +turning the corner to take the east road and in +another second was out of sight.</p> + +<p>At first I hardly could believe that I really was +on the way. I took Mr. Norton's message out of +my pocket and looked at it, to make sure, several +times. He had given each of us a message to some +one at the end of the line and told us to bring back<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span> +a receipt or an answer. Mine was to a man in +North Adams.</p> + +<p>The Bob's Hill boys are used to walking. That +didn't bother me any. But somehow this was different +from any other walk that I ever had taken. +I suppose it was because it was so important and +because I was all alone.</p> + +<p>I walked along at pretty good speed until I had +almost reached the Gingham Grounds. Then I +slowed down and kept my eyes open for the Gang, +hoping that I should see Jim Donavan somewhere. +Jim was their captain and one of our best friends, +but some of the others had it in for us.</p> + +<p>I had begun to think that I was going to get +through all right, without any trouble, when I +saw one of them coming toward me. He was one +of the best fighters in the Gang, too, and he had +a dog with him. Jim was nowhere in sight.</p> + +<p>Isn't it queer what things will come into your +head when you are scared? Pa says that I can't +remember twenty-five cents' worth of groceries +from our house to the store; but that is something +else.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span></p> + +<p>I was scared, all right, and wanted to run, because +fighting always is scary until after you get +started. Then, all of a sudden, I thought of something +that Pa had once read to me about General +Grant. Grant was marching up a hill once, expecting +to find the enemy on the other side and +wanting to run all the time, only he was too +proud. Then when he reached the top, where +he could see down into the enemy's camp, he +found that they had been more scared than +he was and not so proud, for they had run +away.</p> + +<p>"So," said he, or something like it, "no matter +how frightened you are, or how much you want to +run, remember that the other fellow probably is +just as badly scared as you are."</p> + +<p>When I thought of that I braced up and walked +along fast, pretending that I was in a hurry and +didn't see him, but keeping one eye on him, just +the same, and the other on a stone which lay in +the road, near where the dog stood whining. The +boy was patting his head and trying to coax him +along.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span></p> + +<p>He pretended that he didn't see me, too, until +I was passing. Then he spoke.</p> + +<p>"Hello, you village guy," said he.</p> + +<p>"Hello, yourself," I said, stopping and edging +toward the stone.</p> + +<p>"Where do you think you are going?"</p> + +<p>"North Adams."</p> + +<p>"What for?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, just for fun."</p> + +<p>"Huh!" said he. "Ain't the trains runnin'?"</p> + +<p>"I've got something that's better than trains. +It's legs."</p> + +<p>"What's the uniform for?"</p> + +<p>"Anything the matter?" I asked, after I had +told him that I was a Boy Scout, for I could see +that he was feeling badly about something.</p> + +<p>"It's my dog," he told me, rubbing his sleeve +across his eyes. "Somebody broke his leg with a +stone and I've got to kill him. He's all I have."</p> + +<p>"A Scout should be kind to animals," I said to +myself. "A Scout is a friend to all." "A Scout +should be useful."</p> + +<p>Then I answered myself back.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span></p> + +<p>"What's the use? This ain't any damsel-in-distress +business, like Skinny is going to do. Besides, +if I hurry maybe I'll get a chance to +signal to Benny from the turn in the road on +ahead."</p> + +<p>"Come on and help me kill him," said he.</p> + +<p>Just then the dog gave such a pitiful whine that +I couldn't stand it, Benny or no Benny. So I took +out my bandage.</p> + +<p>"I think I can fix his leg, if you'll help me," I +told him. "Get me a couple of sticks."</p> + +<p>I told him what I wanted, and when he had +brought them and I had whittled them into shape +to use as splints, I fitted the broken bones in place +and bandaged the leg, just as Mr. Norton had +taught us, while the boy held the dog. The dog +yelped a little, but seemed to know that I was +doing it to help him.</p> + +<p>"It will soon grow together," I said, when I +had finished, "and then it will be almost as good +as new."</p> + +<p>It made me feel kind of queer and happy to see +how glad he was. The dog licked my hand, too,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span> +and seemed to be trying to say something. I wish +dogs could talk.</p> + +<p>"How did you come to know so much?" he +asked. "Is your father a doctor?"</p> + +<p>Then I told him all about the Scouts and our +hike and what Mr. Norton had said about wanting +the Gang to join.</p> + +<p>"Bully!" said he. "We'll do it. The others +went up on the mountain this morning after berries. +I'd have gone, too, only for the dog. But I'll tell +them when they get home to-night."</p> + +<p>"Say," I called out, after I had started on. +"You know Benny Wade, don't you?"</p> + +<p>"The kid what always goes around with youse?"</p> + +<p>I nodded.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I know him when I see him. Why?"</p> + +<p>"He'll come through here this evening some +time, on his way back from North Adams. Let +him look at the dog and see if he is all right. He +knows as much about those things as I do. Bill +Wilson ought to be along some time during the day +on his way back. He started yesterday. Say, you +ought to see Bill do up a leg."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></p> + +<p>Nothing happened after that, although I kept +close watch of the river, hoping that I might find +somebody drowning. Some boys were in swimming +at one place, but they were not drowning nor +anywhere near it.</p> + +<p>I could have reached North Adams easily long +before noon, if I had wanted to, but I had all +day to do it in, so loafed along, expecting to meet +Bill every minute. I rested in the shade whenever +I felt like it. But although I did a lot of cawing +every few minutes and kept a sharp look-out, I +didn't see Bill, and I didn't hear him, which I +couldn't understand, unless he had taken the east +road home to keep away from the Gingham +Grounds.</p> + +<p>At noon I went down by the river, cut a pole, +and fished a little, although I didn't catch anything. +I didn't build a fire and cook because I had +a good lunch in my pack. It seemed sort of lonesome, +being there so far away and knowing I +couldn't go home when night came.</p> + +<p>After a long rest I walked on until I came to a +bridge, and then, feeling sure Benny must be in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span> +North Adams by that time, I crossed over to the +east road, where I knew some folks, and went up +into the hills to where Hoosac Tunnel begins. It +was fun to see the trains dart in and out of that +great hole which reaches four miles through the +mountain, and I sat there a long time watching.</p> + +<p>Four o'clock came before I found my man in +North Adams and delivered the message. By that +time I was tired enough to go into camp for the +night. He smiled when he saw me coming in my +Scout uniform.</p> + +<p>"This letter," said he, when he had read it, +"says for me to buy you a life size ice cream +soda? Do you want it?"</p> + +<p>There isn't anything in Scout law, is there, which +says a Scout mustn't eat ice cream soda? And the +tireder and hotter you are the better it tastes, +doesn't it? I guess yes. Only I wished that Benny +was there, eating one with me.</p> + +<p>That night I camped on the bank of a brook, +part way up the mountain and a mile or more beyond +the city. The water was clear as crystal and +seemed kind of company, for it gurgled as it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span> +poured over the stones, making music that was +great.</p> + +<p>I hardly could wait to build a fire and fry my +bacon, I was so hungry. But what is the use of +carrying bacon and a pan seven miles, unless you +fry the stuff after you get there? I tell you it +tasted good and so did the wild strawberries that I +picked afterward for dessert.</p> + +<p>But when it began to grow dark and lights shone +out down in the city and in the sky above, and +queer sounds came from the mountain and woods +back of me, I'd have given fifteen cents to have +been at home, or at any rate, to have had somebody +with me.</p> + +<p>After a while I heard a voice say:</p> + +<p>"A Scout should smile and look pleasant."</p> + +<p>"Who—who—is that talking?" I asked.</p> + +<p>"It's your friend, the brook," came back the +answer, in a sweet, gurgly voice. "I'm a Scout, +too. Hear me sing."</p> + +<p>"So am I," came the deep voice of the mountain +back of me. "A Scout should be brave. Sleep, +my brother. I'll watch over you."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p> + +<p>"So are we Scouts," came in whisperings from +every side, through the darkness, and I knew that +the trees were talking to me. "We'll take care of +you."</p> + +<p>Then I grew brave all in a minute and started +up to go to them. As I did so, the darkness fled, +leaving me there lying on the ground in broad +daylight, while the brook sang its loudest and all +the trees waved good-morning. Would you believe +it? I had slept all night long and dreamed +that about the brook and the mountain.</p> + +<p>On the way home, I came in sight of the houses +of the village before ten o'clock, tired but happy +because I had done the last test and now could be a +First Class Scout.</p> + +<p>Benny met me outside the village, and he looked +scared when he saw that I was alone.</p> + +<p>"Have you seen Bill Wilson?" he shouted, as +soon as he could make me hear.</p> + +<p>"I missed him somewhere," I called. "He must +have come back by the east road. Why? What's +the matter?"</p> + +<p>He already was hurrying home so fast that I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> +hardly could catch up with him. As he ran he +shouted back over his shoulder something that set +my heart to beating and made me forget how tired +I was.</p> + +<p>"Bill hasn't come back."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER VII</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>"BILL HASN'T COME BACK"<br /><br /></div> + + +<div class='cap'>ALL it meant to say that Bill hadn't come back +did not come over me until I found myself +hurrying after Benny down Park Street. Bill had +left home on the morning of the second day before, +intending to camp out one night and come back the +next day. Two nights had passed and he was +still away. What had become of him?</div> + +<p>I hurried along faster and faster, thinking of +all the things that might have happened. Mr. +Norton and Bill's folks reached the house almost +as soon as I did. I don't know how they found +out that I had come back.</p> + +<p>Bill's folks were nearly crazy about him. The +first night out, they expected him to be away, of +course, and so did not worry much. When dinner +time came the next day and he hadn't showed up, +they began to wonder what was keeping him, for the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span> +other boys who had started at the same time were +home.</p> + +<p>When night came again and he still was away, +they began to grow very anxious and sent for Mr. +Norton.</p> + +<p>"I can't understand it," said he. "I supposed +that he had come home long ago, and have been too +busy to find out. The other three are back, I understand."</p> + +<p>"Yes, they came back in time for dinner."</p> + +<p>"I am surprised that William is still out, but +do not feel alarmed, Mrs. Wilson. Something has +detained him, but it cannot be anything serious. +Both roads to North Adams are well traveled and +the farmhouses are near together. As likely as +not he stopped to help somebody out of a difficulty +and it has taken longer than he expected. One of +our laws, you know, says that a Scout's duty is +to be useful and to do somebody a good turn every +day. I'll run over and talk with Wallace. They +started together and may have met when they +crossed over from one road to the other."</p> + +<p>Mr. Norton was more anxious than he pretended.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span> +Wallie said that he hadn't seen him and hadn't +heard him, which was worse, for Bill usually could +be heard a long way off. Wallie said that he had +called to him every few rods when crossing over +to the west road beyond North Adams but hadn't +heard a thing. It would have been easy for them +to miss each other, unless they happened to take +the same crossroad.</p> + +<p>"I might get track of him in North Adams," +said Mr. Norton, after a little. "You see, I gave +him a message to deliver to a friend of mine there. +He surely will know something about him, but he +hasn't a telephone and I think is out of town to-day, +anyhow. Maybe I'd better drive up. The +boy probably will get back before I do, but it will +make me feel better to be doing something."</p> + +<p>By that time everybody was getting scared. I +mean all our folks were. Mrs. Wade was sure +that Benny never would come home again, although +it wasn't quite nine o'clock, the time when he said +he would come.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Wade is all right most of the time, only +she can think of more trouble for Benny to get<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span> +into than he could find in a week, if he looked for +it. Mothers are often that way. I guess it is because +they like us so well.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>"He said he would come back, if he lived. +Those were his last words. And he hasn't come."</p> + +<p>She told that to Ma, over and over again.</p> + +<p>"He'll come back all right," said Ma, "and so +will John, when the time comes."</p> + +<p>But she was worried about me, just the same, +all on account of Bill. Of course, I didn't +know about it at the time. I found out afterward.</p> + +<p>No one ever made better time driving the six +miles to North Adams than Mr. Norton did that +night. Just outside the village he met Benny, coming +on a run, and stopped long enough to ask him +if he had seen Bill.</p> + +<p>"No," said he. "I missed him. The Gang +held me up at the Gingham Ground and almost +made me late. I told Ma that I would be home +by nine o'clock if I lived. I'm 'most dead, but +guess I can hold out until I get there. She'll be<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span> +having a fit pretty soon if I don't hurry. What +time is it, anyhow?"</p> + +<p>Mr. Norton whipped up his horse before Benny +finished.</p> + +<p>"William hasn't come back!" he shouted over +his shoulder, just as Benny called to me in +almost the same place. Then he tore down the +road toward the Gingham Ground.</p> + +<p>It was after midnight when he came back. There +was a light burning in our house and he +stopped.</p> + +<p>"He has not been there!" was all that he could +say, when Pa met him at the door.</p> + +<p>"Hasn't been there!"</p> + +<p>"No, I found Jenks, to whom I had sent the +message, and he said that he had seen nothing of +him, although he had been expecting him. You +see, I told him that the boy was coming. The +message has not been delivered."</p> + +<p>"Mr. Smith," he went on, after a moment, "I +can't face Mrs. Wilson with that news. You go +to her, while I get the marshal started and see if +something cannot be done. I tell you something<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span> +has happened. I am convinced of that. Young +Wilson would have delivered that message if he +possibly could have reached the place, and it would +have taken a great deal to stop him. There isn't +a yellow streak in that boy anywhere."</p> + +<p>"Did you make any inquiries?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I stopped at every house along the road +where there was a light burning. Not a person +had seen him, although several had seen your boy +on the way out. At North Adams I notified the +police, but I don't know what they can do."</p> + +<p>"I'll go to Mrs. Wilson right away," Pa told +him. "This certainly is bad business, but we can't +do much until morning. As soon as it is daylight +we'll send out a search party. There are only two +roads, unless he went up through the Notch, which +is not at all probable. It ought not to be a difficult +matter to get some trace of him."</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you where he is," he went on, after +thinking a minute. "He met my John and went +back to camp all night with him. They will come +home together to-morrow; you see if they don't. +John is a pretty safe boy. He's full of pranks,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span> +like the others, but he is more cautious. He'll +come home all right and bring Bill with him."</p> + +<p>Mr. Norton shook his head.</p> + +<p>"I sincerely hope so," he said, "but it is not at +all probable. Mr. Smith, I never will forgive myself +if anything has happened to that boy."</p> + +<p>"You are not to blame at all," Pa told him. +"Depend upon it, if anything has happened, and +we don't know that there has, the boy himself is +to blame. He is a fine lad, but is a little reckless +and thoughtless at times. Cheer up. It might +be a lot worse. Now, if the boys had gone up into +the mountains as they talked of doing at first, there +would be real cause for worry."</p> + +<p>That was why Benny waited for me outside the +village the next day, and why Mr. Norton and +Mr. and Mrs. Wilson met me at the house and why +Skinny and the other boys came in a few minutes +afterward.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Wilson knew by my face that I had not +seen anything of Bill and burst out crying.</p> + +<p>"There couldn't have anything happened to +him, Mrs. Wilson," I told her, sort of choking up<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span> +in my throat, myself, because she was feeling so +bad. "I mean anything much. Maybe a tramp +locked him up somewhere when he was asleep, or +some gipsies stole him. I saw some gipsies up +above North Adams and they were going west +to beat the band. But he'll get away from them. +I'll bet on Bill every time."</p> + +<p>When I spoke of gipsies to make Mrs. Wilson +feel better it seemed to scare her worse than ever.</p> + +<p>"Nonsense!" said Pa. "Gipsies don't go +around stealing thirteen-year-old boys, who can +make as much noise as Bill can."</p> + +<p>"Well, I saw some, anyhow," I told him.</p> + +<p>Just then Skinny jumped out in front of the rest +of us, with his eyes shining and his cheeks redder +than I ever had seen them before, and stood there +with his arms folded, like a bandit, or a Scout, I +don't know which.</p> + +<p>"Fellers," said he, "Scouts, I mean. We got +Bill into this scrape and we will get him out again. +This is a job for us, not for the police. If anybody +can find Bill, bet your life we can. We know +the call of the Ravens. We know the signs and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> +we know Bill better than his own folks know him. +We'll track him. We'll follow him to the ends of +the earth. Will you go with me?"</p> + +<p>We sprang up with a cheer, forgetting how tired +we were, those of us who had just come home from +the long walk.</p> + +<p>"Everybody scatter and look for signs."</p> + +<p>"Wait a minute, boys," said Ma. "It's almost +dinner time. You must not start without something +to eat. There is no telling when you will +get back. Let me give you a bite in the kitchen +first."</p> + +<p>That was just like Ma. We saw in a minute it +was the thing to do and hurried in for a quick +lunch.</p> + +<p>"The boy is right," we heard Pa saying. +"They'll find him, depend upon it. I never knew +those boys to get into a scrape yet that they couldn't +pull out of. But it won't hurt if the rest of us +look around a little, too."</p> + +<p>"Who saw him last?" asked Skinny, after we +had started.</p> + +<p>"I did," said Wallie. "We walked together<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span> +until I turned off to take the east road. He kept +straight on toward the Gingham Ground and I +heard him yell some time afterward."</p> + +<p>"You don't suppose that the Gang got after him, +do you, and locked him up or something?"</p> + +<p>"I'll bet that's what they did," said Benny. +"That is just what happened. They got after me, +too. I was scared half to death and didn't want +to go through the Grounds, but it was getting late +and I knew that Ma would be worried, so I braced +up and started through on a run. In a minute two +of them ran out and grabbed me by the collar."</p> + +<p>"'It's one of them village kids,' said one of them. +'Let's call the Gang and duck him. He needs it +to cool off.'</p> + +<p>"Then he whistled and a lot of the others came +and they hustled me down to the river. Gee, I +was mad and I was scared. Then, just as I had +about given up, another boy came chasing after us.</p> + +<p>"'Is this Benny Wade?' said he.</p> + +<p>"'It's all that is left of me,' I told him.</p> + +<p>"With that he jumped in and took hold of me.</p> + +<p>"'Youse ain't a goin' to duck this kid,' said he,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span> +'unless you duck me along with him. His partner +came through here this morning and fixed my dog's +broken leg and he told me to watch out for Benny +Wade and have him look at the bandage, to see if +it was all right. Now, kid, you come along with +me and look at my dog.'</p> + +<p>"'Duck 'em both,' said some one.</p> + +<p>"I guess maybe they would have done it, too, +if Jim Donavan hadn't come along just in time."</p> + +<p>"Maybe it was Bill who fixed up the dog," said +Hank.</p> + +<p>"No, I did it," I told them.</p> + +<p>We had been walking along while Benny was +talking. What he said surprised us some and +would have made us mad at any other time. Benny +had been so worried about Bill that he hadn't said +anything about himself before, and neither had any +of us.</p> + +<p>"The first thing to do," said Skinny, "is to go +to Jim's house and start from there. If Bill went +through the Gingham Ground I'll bet that some of +the Gang saw him."</p> + +<p>The place which we call the Gingham Ground is<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span> +a settlement near some big gingham mills. There +are two long rows of brick tenement houses with +a street between. We knew that Skinny was right, +because Bill would have had to walk down that +street between the rows of houses, and some one +would have been sure to see him. He might have +stopped at Jim's, or, anyhow, would have called to +him when he passed.</p> + +<p>It didn't take us long to get there, and as we +came near we could see the Gang getting together. +You see, they thought we were after them on account +of what they had done to Benny.</p> + +<p>We didn't pay much attention to them but went +straight to Jim's house and found him eating dinner. +He was surprised to see us and was glad.</p> + +<p>"Wait until I call the Gang," said he, after we +had told him about Bill.</p> + +<p>In a few minutes they had all come up, as friendly +as could be when they found out that we were not +looking for a fight.</p> + +<p>Not one of them had seen Bill. They all knew +him and they felt sure that if he had gone through +in daylight some of them would have seen him.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I'll tell you what we'd better do," said Jim, +finally. "I don't believe that he came this way, but, +to make sure, the Gang will work north from here +and ask at every house. You go back and look +between here and the village. If he left there and +didn't get as far as this, then he must have turned +off somewhere."</p> + +<p>We went back, stopping at every house we came +to, on each side of the road. We couldn't find a +person who remembered having seen him or any +one like him. You see, if he passed at all, it must +have been soon after seven o'clock in the morning. +The men had gone to work in the mills and the +women were busy in the back parts of the houses.</p> + +<p>Then we started back again, not knowing what +to do next. There was one house, larger than the +others, which we had not visited, because it stood +high above the road on a hillside and could be +reached only by a long driveway. It was about +halfway between the Gingham Ground and our +house in the village. We couldn't think of anything +else to do, so we went up there.</p> + +<p>"I don't remember seeing any one," said the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span> +lady who met us at the door. "Of course, there +are boys passing at all hours of the day. I might +have seen him."</p> + +<p>We looked at Skinny in despair.</p> + +<p>"This one," said he, "was probably making a +noise. Maybe he was cawing like a crow."</p> + +<p>"I saw him, Mama," shouted a little girl, who +had come up and stood listening. "I saw a boy +go past, making an awful racket, and it sounded +something like a crow."</p> + +<p>"Was he carrying anything?" I asked.</p> + +<p>"Yes, he had a rolled-up blanket on his back. +I remember thinking he looked funny and wondering +what he was going to do with it. Oh, yes, he +had on a uniform, too."</p> + +<p>"It was Bill, all right," said Skinny. "We've +struck the trail at last."</p> + +<p>We went down to the road and talked it over.</p> + +<p>"He passed here," said Skinny, "on time and +going north, and he didn't pass through the Gingham +Ground. We feel sure of that much. He +must have turned off somewhere in the next half-mile."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span></p> + +<p>"We know something else," I told him. "He +couldn't have turned east, because the river is in +the way and there isn't any bridge."</p> + +<p>We made up our minds to separate, one party to +work north from where we were standing; one to +work south from the Gingham Ground, and the +others to work in between, to see if we could find +where he had left the road.</p> + +<p>"Look for a sign," said Skinny, "and look on +the west side. There isn't much chance for finding +footprints."</p> + +<p>Hank was the one who found it. We heard him +yell and went to him on a run.</p> + +<p>He came out to the roadside and waited for us, +waving his hat in the air, he was so excited; then, +when we had come up, took us back from the road +through a sort of lane, which pretty soon turned +south and wound off through the woods.</p> + +<p>Just at the turn stood a big stone, out of sight +from the road. That is why we had not seen it +before. On the stone was something which set us +all yelling.</p> + +<p>It was a circle and in the circle was the picture<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span> +of a crow and there was an arrow. It was the +Scout sign for "I took this path." The crow +meant that whoever drew the sign belonged to +Raven Patrol. We knew then that it was +Bill.</p> + +<p>"We've got him," shouted Skinny. "He went +through this way so as not to meet the Gang."</p> + +<p>It did look like that, but although we examined +every inch of the way between there and the Gingham +Ground, we couldn't find another sign of any +kind. And we couldn't understand why he had +not delivered the message to Mr. Jenks and come +back home.</p> + +<p>Sorrowfully we made our way out to the sign +again and sat down to rest and talk about what to +do next.</p> + +<p>"Guess what!" said Benny, after a little. +"That arrow doesn't point toward the Gingham +Ground at all. It points straight back from the +road. Let's go that way and see."</p> + +<p>There didn't seem to be much use in doing it, but +we had to do something.</p> + +<p>"Come on," said Skinny, springing up. "He<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span> +is somewhere; that's a cinch, and we know that he +was all right when he drew that sign."</p> + +<p>We hurried along and soon struck a little path, +up which we ran as fast as we could, for it was +growing late.</p> + +<p>"Look for another sign," warned Skinny. +"Scouts and Injuns always mark the paths they +take."</p> + +<p>"Hurrah, here it is!" he shouted, a little farther +on.</p> + +<p>When we had come up, he pointed to a stone, +which had been placed in the middle of the path, +with a smaller stone on top of it. It was the +Indian sign for "This is the trail."</p> + +<p>We couldn't understand it, for it was leading +away from North Adams.</p> + +<p>We hurried on, calling every now and then, but +not a sound could we hear, except the birds and +squirrels, and not another sign or track could we +find.</p> + +<p>All that time we were going uphill and away +from North Adams. At last, we came out of the +woods on top of the hill, where we could see up<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> +and down the valley, and Greylock over beyond. +Feeling too disappointed to speak we threw ourselves +down on the grass.</p> + +<p>Suddenly Skinny gave a yell and we thought for +a moment that he had gone crazy.</p> + +<p>"Look! Look! Look there!" he shouted, +pointing back at the mountain.</p> + +<p>We looked; then, when the full meaning of what +we saw came to us, grew as excited as he was, threw +our hats in the air, and danced around and cheered +ourselves hoarse.</p> + +<p>From the very top of Greylock, two columns +of smoke were going almost straight up, for there +happened to be no wind to speak of. If it was +Bill, and we felt sure that it was, those two columns +of smoke meant:</p> + +<p>"I have lost the camp. Help."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER VIII</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>SMOKE SIGNALS ON THE MOUNTAIN<br /><br /></div> + + +<div class='cap'>BEFORE Bill started on his trip he made up +his mind that he would walk farther and do +a bigger stunt than any of us. When Bill Wilson +is for anything, he is for it. There is no halfway +doings with him. He didn't take to the Scout +business very well at first because he didn't know +much about it and thought that Indians or bandits +would be better. But as soon as he had joined he +cared more than anybody.</div> + +<p>Trying to do more than the other Scouts did +was what got him into trouble. He started for +North Adams, the same as Wallie, Benny, and +myself, and he took with him a message for Mr. +Jenks, as I have said. But a seven-mile walk and +back again the next day was not good enough for +Bill. He made up his mind that he would deliver +the message first and then go on as far as Williamstown +and stay all night there.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span></p> + +<p>Williamstown is five or six miles west of North +Adams. There is a big college there, called Williams +College. I guess it was the name that made +Bill think of going there.</p> + +<p>Our valley runs north and south until it gets to +North Adams and then turns west. Hoosac River +turns with it. After flowing north all the time, +which everybody knows is no way for a river to +flow, it turns west, and so finally reaches the Hudson. +Then, of course, its waters flow south in the +Hudson and at last reach the Atlantic Ocean at +New York.</p> + +<p>After Bill had left Wallie the first morning of +his trip, he walked along lively, knowing that he +had a long way to go to Williamstown, and he did +a lot of cawing on the road, just as Skinny thought. +Nothing happened to him at all until he found himself +almost to the Gingham Ground. Then he saw +five or six members of the Gang playing ball near +where he would pass.</p> + +<p>That made him stop. Bill is brave, all right, but +what is the good of being brave when they are six +to your one, and the whole six have it in for you?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span></p> + +<p>That is what Bill thought, anyhow, and he +started to leave the road and try to work around +out of sight through the woods and fields. Then +he thought of something to do, which scared him +at first, but the more he thought about it, the more +he wanted to do it.</p> + +<p>Hoosac Valley, as I have said, swings off toward +the west at North Adams. That brings Williamstown +on the opposite side of Greylock from where +we live.</p> + +<p>We found that out once when we went up on the +mountain and came near getting lost, which you +know if you have read about the doings of the +Band. Almost straight down in front of us, on +the east, was our village, with Bob's Hill back of +it, looking flat and not like a hill at all. We could +tell that it was Bob's Hill because we could see +the twin stones, standing there like tiny thimbles +on a table. Looking north, we could see North +Adams; looking south, Cheshire, and on the west +side of the mountain and a little north, was Williamstown.</p> + +<p>Bill thought of that when he was wondering<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span> +how he could pass the Gingham Ground without +the Gang's seeing him.</p> + +<p>"What's the use of going that way at all?" he +said to himself. "What's the matter with going +straight back over the hills, climbing Greylock, and +then, after seeing exactly where Williamstown is, +making a bee line for it? I can deliver the message +on the way back."</p> + +<p>Say, that would be a great stunt! We are going +to do it some time, when we get bigger and our +folks get over being scared.</p> + +<p>He wanted to prove to us that he had done it; +so made signs at different places on the way, beginning +where he turned off the road. We struck +the trail at the second sign.</p> + +<p>Bill can beat us all climbing and he went along +fast, having a lot of fun all by himself. There +is a path which leads up on Greylock from the +Gingham Ground; he followed that.</p> + +<p>Before he had gone far he found a couple of +bottles, which some one had thrown away, and +he hung those around his neck with a string. He +took them both so that one would balance the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span> +other. You see, he knew that there was no water +on Greylock. It has to be carried there from some +spring part way up. The day was hot, and he +was thirsty, already.</p> + +<p>When the sun grew hotter he took it easy along, +picking berries and lying around in the shade. He +didn't get to the spring, where he was going to fill +his bottles, until almost noon. After that there +was a hard climb to get to the top, as steep as +Bob's Hill, maybe steeper in places.</p> + +<p>He stopped at the spring to rest and eat his +lunch; also to fix some signs.</p> + +<p>At last he stood on the very top of Greylock, +which, as you probably know, is the highest mountain +in the State of Massachusetts, and it has all +kinds of mountains. Our geography says that it +is 3,505 feet high. Those last five feet seemed a +mile to Bill, and they would to you, if you were +climbing the mountain on a hot day, with a pack +on your back and two bottles of water hanging +from your neck.</p> + +<p>I guess there never had been so much cawing +on the top of Greylock as when Bill stood there,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span> +after his hard climb, looking down on the hills, +which did not seem like hills, he was so much +higher.</p> + +<p>The air was so clear that Williamstown seemed +close. So, after resting a few minutes and drawing +the sign on a flat rock to show which way he +had gone, he started down the west side of the +mountain on a run, whooping and yelling like an +Indian at every jump.</p> + +<p>Then, just as he was thinking how easy it was +and what fun he would have bragging to us boys +about what he had done, he caught his foot in a +root or something, fell headlong, rolled down until +he struck a tree; then lay still.</p> + +<p>How long he had lain there, when he finally +came to life again, he couldn't tell. At first he +didn't know where he was or what had happened. +Then he remembered and tried to get on his feet +and go on.</p> + +<p>With a cry of pain, he sank back again. He had +sprained his ankle and hardly could move it without +yelling.</p> + +<p>When Robinson Crusoe was shipwrecked on an<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span> +island he wrote on a piece of paper the good things +and the bad things that had happened to him. To +start with, he wrote on one side, "I am shipwrecked +on an island," or something like that, and on the +other, "but I am alive."</p> + +<p>Bill did the same, only he didn't write it. He +thought it.</p> + +<p>"I've busted my ankle," he said to himself, "but +I didn't break my bottles or spill my water.</p> + +<p>"I can't walk a step, but I can yell to beat the +band.</p> + +<p>"I can't get to Williamstown and I can't get +home, but I have something to eat in my pack and +plenty of matches in my pocket.</p> + +<p>"Nobody knows where I am, but——"</p> + +<p>That last "but" was to much for Bill. He +couldn't find anything to go with it, for he began +to think of what Pa had told us, that if a person +should get hurt on the mountain he might die there +and not be found for weeks or years. His ankle +was aching fearfully, too.</p> + +<p>He tried yelling for a while and Bill is the best +yeller that I ever saw or heard.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Help! Help!" he cried. "HELP!"</p> + +<p>He might as well have saved his breath for all +the good it did.</p> + +<p>Then he lay still for a long time, trying to think +what to do. That was what Mr. Norton had told +us.</p> + +<p>"If anything happens," said he, "don't lose your +heads. Think it over calmly. Decide what is best +to do and then do it."</p> + +<p>"I'm a Scout," said Bill to himself, "and, bet +your life, I ain't a going to stay here and die on +no mountain."</p> + +<p>He took off his shoe and stocking and bathed his +ankle in water from one of the bottles—not much +water because he couldn't spare it, and he took a +little sip himself. Then he thought of his "first +aid to the injured" package.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter with bandaging myself?" +said he. "It will be good practice."</p> + +<p>When he had finished and had rested a few minutes, +he found that his ankle did not hurt him quite +so much and that he could move around a little, if +he didn't bear any weight on it.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span></p> + +<p>He thought at first that he would crawl on his +hands and knees to Williamstown, or until he came +to some house, but when he tried he found that +he couldn't do it.</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you what I can do," he said at last, +because he liked to hear somebody talking, even +if it was only himself. "Maybe I can crawl +back to the top of Greylock. Nobody ever +would find me here and folks sometimes go up +there."</p> + +<p>The Boy Scouts of Raven Patrol think that it +took grit to crawl up the steep and rough mountainside, +with his ankle hurting at every move so +badly that it made him feel faint.</p> + +<p>It wasn't far to the top, but Bill thought he +never would get there, he had to stop so many times +to rest and wait for the pain to go away. An hour +or more passed before he finally crawled out into +the clearing, with nothing but the blue sky above +him.</p> + +<p>It was then getting late in the afternoon. Skinny +was at Pumpkin Hook by that time, probably surrounding +the enemy. Wallie was somewhere in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span> +North Adams or beyond. I was hoeing the garden +at the very foot of Greylock, little thinking that +Bill was in so much trouble on top.</p> + +<p>The summit of Greylock is almost level and is +not very large. On the east side Bill saw a lot +of brush which somebody had cut and piled up, +probably to make a big fire; then for some reason +had not lighted it.</p> + +<p>He crawled over to that after the sun went down, +built a little fire, and cooked a small piece of bacon +for his supper, which he ate with a piece of bread +and butter. It tasted good, but it made him thirsty +and he didn't dare drink much water.</p> + +<p>Then, being tired out and more comfortable, he +said his prayer and repeated all of the Scout laws, +from being loyal to being reverent, wondering +what good it was doing him to have two dollars +in the bank down in the village, and went to +sleep.</p> + +<p>When he awoke it was broad daylight. Benny +and I were just starting on our hikes, down in +Park Street, but he couldn't see us, Bob's Hill being +in the way. By standing upon his one good foot,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span> +he could see the village down below, and thought +he could make out the very house he lived in. He +was as hungry as a bear and his ankle seemed a +little better, although it was still swollen so much +that he couldn't get his shoe on and he couldn't +step on the foot.</p> + +<p>He had plenty of food for breakfast, but he +didn't know how many meals he would need before +he could get away; so he ate only a little and waited, +hoping every minute that somebody would come +up on the mountain and find him.</p> + +<p>When the day at last dragged around and the +sun was going down again in Hudson River, Bill +knew that he would have to spend another night +on the mountain and he felt pretty bad.</p> + +<p>There were only a few mouthfuls of food left. +One bottle of water was all gone and the other +nearly so. He knew that by that time his folks +would feel sure that something had happened and +would begin to look for him. That was some +comfort.</p> + +<p>Far down below, lights shone out from the +houses, one by one. Down there was his home.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span> +One of those lights was shining out of his window, +shining for him, while his mother sat and waited—waited +for her boy who never would come back +again.</p> + +<p>He sobbed aloud and stretched out his hands into +the darkness.</p> + +<p>"Mother, mother," he whispered, "I wish I +hadn't come."</p> + +<p>When he awoke in the morning he was frightened +to find that the little food which he had saved for +his breakfast was gone. Some animal had stolen +it in the night.</p> + +<p>His ankle was still badly swollen but it did not +pain him so much except when he tried to stand +on it.</p> + +<p>He was hungry and looked around for something +that he could eat. A little below the edge of the +mountain stood a birch tree. He dragged himself +down to it and cut off long strips of the bark. This +he chewed for his breakfast, washing it down with +a few sips of water, which seemed hardly to wet +his parched throat.</p> + +<p>"I'll crawl down to the spring, if I can, and die<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span> +there," he thought. "Maybe they will find me +sometime."</p> + +<p>Then, as he was starting, something came to him.</p> + +<p>Smoke signals! Perhaps one of the Scouts +would see them and know what they meant.</p> + +<p>He was too weak and lame to spell out a message, +like we did on Bob's Hill. Instead, he built +two fires, throwing on grass and leaves to make +a thick smoke. There was no wind and the smoke +went straight up. That was one of the signals, +which Mr. Norton had taught us. It meant:</p> + +<p>"I have lost the camp. Help."</p> + +<p>He hadn't lost any camp, of course, but he didn't +know what else to send. He hoped it would let +us know where he was and that something had +happened.</p> + +<p>All day long he tended his fires, his ankle aching +horribly because he had to move around so much. +Between times he sat on the mountain, looking +down at Bob's Hill and Plunkett's woods and the +village beyond, chewing birch bark and moistening +his lips with the few drops of warm water that +were left.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span></p> + +<p>Late that afternoon he gave up and made up his +mind that he would crawl down to the spring before +dark and die there, he was so thirsty. He +turned to look down at his home, perhaps for the +last time, and to see Bob's Hill once more.</p> + +<p>There were Plunkett's woods, and there, the twin +stones, like thimbles, they were so far away. And +there—what was that?</p> + +<p>From the ground close to one of the stones, the +one where we build our fires, a great column of +smoke went up and he saw some things moving +around it, like flies or ants, they looked so small. +Then the column of smoke broke into long and +short puffs. It was a signal.</p> + +<p>Slowly he spelled the words:</p> + +<p>"I-S, Is; I-T, it; Y-O-U, you; B-I-L-L, Bill?"</p> + +<p>Jumping to his feet, although he almost screamed +with pain, Bill grabbed his blanket and held it down +over one of the fires, which was still sending +out a big smoke; then pulled it off. Again and +again he sent up the puffs of smoke. His blanket +was blazing; his hands were burned to a blister; +he was almost strangled with the smoke; but Bill<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span> +kept on, until he had spelled out something which +could be seen from the top of Bob's Hill, far below:</p> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Help"> +<tr><td align='left'>....</td><td align='left'>H</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>.</td><td align='left'>E</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>—</td><td align='left'>L</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>..... </td><td align='left'>P</td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<p>Then he fainted away.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER IX</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>FOUND AT LAST<br /><br /></div> + + +<div class='cap'>WHEN we saw the smoke signal on Greylock, +the first thing we thought of was to +signal back. But Skinny said:</div> + +<p>"Come on. He won't be looking for us here. +Bob's Hill is the place. He can see us there."</p> + +<p>We started on a run across the fields, getting +more excited every minute.</p> + +<p>"I don't see how Bill could lose any camp," exclaimed +Benny.</p> + +<p>"And I don't see what he is doing on Greylock +when he started for North Adams," Hank said.</p> + +<p>"Maybe it isn't Bill, at all," I told them. "I've +seen smoke on Greylock more than once."</p> + +<p>"It's Bill all right," Skinny said. "I can almost +hear him. We don't know how he got there, +but he's there and he can't get back. Something +has happened."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Anyhow, we'll soon find out," we all thought, +when we came in sight of the twin stones.</p> + +<p>"I'll run down home and get a blanket," +I told them, "while the rest of you make a +fire."</p> + +<p>Our house is right at the foot of the hill and it +didn't take me long. The old horse blanket which +we used in signaling was in the woodshed. I only +stopped long enough to wet it and call to Ma that +Bill was up on Greylock signaling.</p> + +<p>She was almost as excited as I was.</p> + +<p>"Hurry!" said she. "Don't wait for me. I'll +come as soon as I can."</p> + +<p>I hadn't thought of waiting for anybody.</p> + +<p>She grabbed a pair of field glasses off the shelf +and rushed after me. I heard her calling to Mrs. +Blackinton when she went through the yard and +I had to go some to keep ahead.</p> + +<p>By the time we had climbed the hill, the boys +had a big fire going and were piling on green +branches and leaves to make it smoke. Then we +caught hold of the blanket by the corners, ready +to shut off the smoke.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Ask if it's Bill," Skinny told us, watching the +two smokes on the mountain.</p> + +<p>Then we signaled, "Is it you, Bill?" and repeated +it. Before we had finished the second time +Skinny gave a shout.</p> + +<p>"It's Bill," said he. "He's signaling."</p> + +<p>We could see one column of smoke break up +into puffs, but couldn't see very plain because the +smoke was so thin and far away.</p> + +<p>"Here, take this glass," said Ma, handing the +field glass to Skinny.</p> + +<p>"Hurrah," he cried, after he had looked through +them. "I can see real good."</p> + +<p>Then he held up one hand and we waited while +he called off the letters.</p> + +<p>"H-E-L-P."</p> + +<p>That was all. We waited for more but nothing +came.</p> + +<p>Before we had turned to go Ma was halfway +down the hill and running to beat the band. I +knew that if Bill didn't get help it wouldn't be her +fault.</p> + +<p>"See if you can get hold of Mr. Wilson,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span> +she called, as soon as we came in sight. "I'll +telephone his house. If you can't get him, +get somebody. Your father has gone to hitch +up and he will be ready to start in a few minutes."</p> + +<p>In five minutes it seemed as if the whole town +knew about it and were out in front of our house, +or else climbing the hill to see the smoke. Mr. +Wilson came on a run and was in the wagon before +Pa could stop the horse.</p> + +<p>"I want one of you boys to go with us," said +Pa. "We may need some more signaling. Benny +Wade, you are the lightest. Can you stand the +climb?"</p> + +<p>"Can I?" said he. "You watch me."</p> + +<p>The marshal chased up with a light stretcher and +another lantern.</p> + +<p>"You can't have too many," he said. "It will +be dark before you get up there."</p> + +<p>Ma came running out with a basket of bread +and butter and some meat.</p> + +<p>"We'll light a big fire on the mountain, if all +is well," they told her.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span></p> + +<p>"The water!" called Skinny. "Pedro, get them +a big bottle."</p> + +<p>In another minute they were off, while the others +went home to wait, which is the hardest part.</p> + +<p>I found out afterward what happened. They +couldn't drive all the way up Greylock from our +side. There was a road from North Adams and +another from Cheshire but those were too far.</p> + +<p>Pa planned to drive as far as they could and +then to leave the horse tied and walk up the rest +of the way. They went around the road by the +Quaker Meeting House to Peck's Falls. From +there a road goes part way up the mountain, +steep and winding. It was hard pulling for the +horse.</p> + +<p>I don't believe Greylock ever was climbed so fast +before, although it seemed slow enough to poor +Bill waiting on top, thirsty and faint. He knew +that his signal had been seen and that was something.</p> + +<p>The first thing that he heard was a call of a +crow, over to the south and far down the mountainside.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Caw, caw, caw," came the sound, and it seemed +to be Benny's voice.</p> + +<p>Bill stood up on one foot and listened.</p> + +<p>"Caw, caw, caw," it came again, this time nearer.</p> + +<p>Then Bill braced himself and seemed to grow +stronger, all in a minute.</p> + +<p>"Caw," he yelled. "Caw, caw!"</p> + +<p>The sound went floating down into the gathering +darkness, until it reached two men and a boy, toiling +up the mountainside.</p> + +<p>"That's Bill!" cried Benny.</p> + +<p>"Thank God!" said Mr. Wilson. "He's alive. +We know that."</p> + +<p>Twenty minutes later he had Bill in his arms +and Benny was building the biggest fire that had +been seen on Greylock since I could remember. +We were watching for it down below and knew +that everything was all right.</p> + +<p>"Now," said Pa, "let's have some supper. +I don't know about William, but I feel hungry."</p> + +<p>It was late at night when they finally brought +Bill home. Mrs. Wilson nearly had a fit again<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span> +when she saw them carrying him into the yard on +a stretcher.</p> + +<p>"Speak to her, son," said his father, "so that +she will know you are alive."</p> + +<p>Bill propped himself up on one elbow and gave +such a yell that it scared the neighbors, and ended +with a caw. Then she knew that it was all right +and felt better.</p> + +<p>Skinny was the proudest fellow you ever saw +because we had found Bill. It made him real +chesty and we all felt good about it.</p> + +<p>"Say, we're the stuff," said he. "If you don't +believe it, watch our smoke. That's all I've got to +say. Hurry up and get well, Bill, so we can have +a meeting and tell about our hikes. I want to see +a First Class Scout badge on my manly bosom."</p> + +<p>We were sitting in Bill's house at the time, to +cheer him up a little because he couldn't go out +without a crutch.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter with having the meeting +here?" said Bill. "I don't suppose Mr. Norton +will give me a badge because I haven't delivered +his message yet, but I'd like to hear what the rest<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span> +of you did. I can't get out for a few days. When +I do, I'm going to North Adams and back, if it +takes a whole leg. Believe me."</p> + +<p>"You did more than any of us," Benny told him, +"badge or no badge."</p> + +<p>"I guess you won't chase over the mountain the +next time," I said. "When you stick to the roads +there don't anything happen."</p> + +<p>"Oh, there don't, don't they?" exclaimed +Skinny. "Say, you fellers ought to have been with +me. There was something doing every minute. +Ma says it's a wonder that I'm alive. I've had +awfully hard work to keep from telling about it."</p> + +<p>"Tell us about it now."</p> + +<p>"Not much, you wouldn't be able to sleep to-night. +Besides, it might make Bill's ankle worse."</p> + +<p>"Great snakes!" said Bill. "There ain't anything +the matter with me, only it hurts me to step +on my foot. Come on, Skinny. Let's have it."</p> + +<p>"No-p. We've got to have a meetin' first."</p> + +<p>"Suppose that you have your meeting here to-night," +said Mrs. Wilson, who had come into the +room in time to hear what we were talking about.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span> +"Willie is a great deal better and I can have him +take a nap to brace him for the story. If you boys +will come around after supper you can meet right +in this room, and perhaps, I don't say for sure, +perhaps the neighbors will bring in some ice cream +to quiet your nerves and make you sleep."</p> + +<p>"May we bring Mr. Norton?" I asked. "He +is our Scoutmaster and he ought to be with us when +we tell about the doings of the patrol."</p> + +<p>"Surely you can. He is coming, anyway. He +sent word this morning that he would call to-night."</p> + +<p>We met at Skinny's a little before eight o'clock +and went over in a bunch. On the way Skinny told +us what to do.</p> + +<p>"When we get to the gate," said he, "let's stop +and each one caw three times."</p> + +<p>"What for?" I asked. "We know that he is +there; don't we? Besides Bill is sick. Maybe +we'd better keep quiet."</p> + +<p>"Sick nothin'! He ain't any more sick than I +am. He said so himself. He's hurt his ankle a +little, that's all. Ankles can't hear, can they?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Maybe it will cheer him up to hear us," I told +him. "He can't get out, you know. It is hard +to be cooped up in the house that way, and Fourth +of July coming."</p> + +<p>"Anyhow," said Benny, "let's not all caw at +once. We can take turns and it will not make so +much noise."</p> + +<p>That was what we did, standing just outside +the gate, where we could see a light +streaming through an open window in Bill's +room.</p> + +<p>Skinny led off with three. I followed, and the +others in turn, ending with Benny. Skinny said +that it sounded like the booming of minute guns +in some battle or other, that he read about in a +book.</p> + +<p>Say, it surprised the folks living around there. +Before we were half through, they came running +out of their houses to see what was going on. It +made us feel proud and we were just going to do +it over again, when we heard Bill cawing in the +house and Mrs. Wilson threw the door open and +stood there laughing.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I judge by the sound," said she, "that the +Ravens have arrived and are in good voice."</p> + +<p>We found Bill sitting in a big chair, with his +foot propped up and his eyes shining.</p> + +<p>At first we didn't know just how to act, until +in a few minutes Mr. Norton came and then Mrs. +Wilson brought in some ice cream and some clusters +of strawberries, with dishes of powdered sugar +to dip them into.</p> + +<p>We knew how to act then, all right, and for a +few minutes we were too busy to talk.</p> + +<p>I am not going to tell what all the Scouts did +on that hike. I already have told what happened +to some of us. There didn't much happen to most +of them, anyhow, any more than there did to me. +It was different with Skinny. Something almost +always happened to him.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER X</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>A MAIDEN IN DISTRESS<br /><br /></div> + + +<div class='cap'>"FELLERS," Skinny had told us, when we +were getting ready to start on the hike, +"you always ought to carry a rope. Something +happens every time when you don't have a rope +along."</div> + +<p>"It happens when you do," Benny said. "Anyhow, +a rope is too much bother. A blanket and a +frying pan and things like that are all I want to +carry."</p> + +<p>"A rope is the thing, just the same. Didn't I +lasso the robber last summer out on Illinois River, +at Starved Rock? How could I lasso anything +without a rope? And didn't we let you down into +Horseshoe Canyon with a rope and pull Alice +What's-her-name up again?"</p> + +<p>"Bet your life we did," Bill put in. "You need +a rope when you are camping out or are in a boat<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span> +on the river, but what good is it in walking seven +miles?"</p> + +<p>"Maybe it is and maybe it isn't; but, just the +same, you'll be sorry if you don't take one along."</p> + +<p>He was right, too, for Bill told us afterward +that he would have given a good deal for a rope +when he was sitting on top of Greylock. He didn't +need it for anything, only, he said, it would have +been sort of company for him.</p> + +<p>Skinny was bound to carry a rope. When he +marched down Center Street with it coiled around +his shoulders, over his blanket, and with his tomahawk +in his belt, people ran out of the stores to +look at him.</p> + +<p>The road that he took is uphill a good part of +the way. It goes up through the foothills of the +east mountain and isn't easy walking. We slide +down that road sometimes in winter. When the +coasting is good we can slide nearly a mile, clear +into the village; then hitch on to a bob and ride +back again for another.</p> + +<p>There were no bobs for Skinny. It was warm +in the sun and he loafed along, taking it easy and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span> +looking for somebody to rescue. Once he stopped +to help a man in a field. Along about ten or eleven +o'clock he began to get hungry and tired. No matter +where he looked there didn't anything happen, +so he made up his mind to take a long rest the +next time he came to some good shade, and maybe +to cook his dinner.</p> + +<p>A half-mile farther on he came to a real shady +spot by the roadside, under a tree which stood in +a corner of a pasture on the other side of a fence. +A tiny stream crossed the road, and ran down +through the pasture.</p> + +<p>This was the place he had been looking for and, +after drinking, he threw himself down on the +ground and went to sleep.</p> + +<p>He didn't know how long he slept but he felt +first rate when he woke up, only hungrier than ever. +Over in the pasture stood a cow with her back to +him, looking at something and growing real excited +about it.</p> + +<p>"I wonder what ails the critter," said Skinny +to himself. "She looks mad about something, +snorting and shaking her head that way."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span></p> + +<p>Just then he heard a girl's voice singing. She +sang real loud, like boys whistle sometimes to keep +up their courage, when they are half scared. Then +in a few minutes she came in sight, walking across +the pasture and keeping one eye on the cow.</p> + +<p>Skinny hadn't seen her before because the cow +had stood in the way.</p> + +<p>"Jerusalem!" said he. "Here's luck. She's +got a fire-red sunbonnet and cows don't like red +sunbonnets a little bit."</p> + +<p>On came the girl, singing louder than ever, trying +to edge off away from the cow but not daring +to run.</p> + +<p>Skinny could see that the cow was getting madder +all the time. He knew that something was +going to happen at last, and he began to uncoil his +rope.</p> + +<p>"Run, you little fool," said he. "Run."</p> + +<p>He meant the girl and not the cow. He said it +under his breath so she wouldn't hear, for he didn't +want to lose the chance to do the rescue act and +have something to tell us boys about afterward.</p> + +<p>The girl was scared. Any one with half an eye<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span> +could have seen that. The cow hadn't quite made +up its mind what to do, and Skinny was beginning +to be afraid that the girl would get across without +giving him a chance to get in his work. Then what +did she do but take off her sunbonnet and swing +it around by one string, just to let the cow know +that she wasn't afraid of any animal that walked +on four legs.</p> + +<p>She hadn't seen Skinny yet, on account of his +being back of the cow. The cow didn't know he +was there, either, until about four seconds afterward. +It knew then, all right.</p> + +<p>Maybe the cow wasn't mad when she saw that +red sunbonnet whirling around in the air. She tore +up the sod with her horns, gave a big snort, and +started, head down.</p> + +<p>Say, it was Skinny's busy day about that time. +Before the cow could get fairly going he had +crawled under the fence and run up behind, whirling +his lasso around his head. Then he gave a +yell like a wild Indian and threw it.</p> + +<p>I think the yell scared the girl worse than the +cow did. Anyhow, between the cow and the Indian<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> +she was scared stiff; just stood there paralyzed. +And she didn't do any more singing.</p> + +<p>If that lasso had caught there would have been +a paralyzed cow all right. Skinny threw it in great +shape. It went straight for her horns, but when +he yelled she lifted her head suddenly. The loop +struck against one of the horns, instead of going +over it, and then fell off to the ground.</p> + +<p>"Gee!" groaned Skinny. "Missed!"</p> + +<p>There wasn't time to say anything more, and +he knew that he would have to get mighty busy +or there wouldn't be any rescuing done.</p> + +<p>When something happens that way and you have +to do something first and think about it afterward, +the mind seems to work like chain lightning. There +was only one thing to do and it didn't take Skinny +long to do that. He dropped the rope, grabbed +hold of the cow's tail with both hands, and dug +his feet into the ground.</p> + +<p>"Run!" he yelled. "Run for the fence! I've +got her."</p> + +<p>When Bill heard about it he said that it seemed to +him as if the cow had Skinny. Anyhow, she was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span> +surprised some and she was mad. She will think +twice next time before she does any chasing, when +anybody from Raven Patrol is around, I guess.</p> + +<p>Skinny had a good hold and she couldn't get +away. First she stopped running and tried to get +at whatever it was back of her, with her horns, +chasing herself around in a circle.</p> + +<p>Skinny hung on like a good fellow. He had to. +If he had let go once it would have been all up +with him. She never touched him. Every time +the cow stopped, there was a hundred pounds of +boy hanging to the end of her tail.</p> + +<p>It was like playing crack the whip, he told us +afterward, "and being the littlest fellow on the tail +end."</p> + +<p>Then for a few moments it was hard to tell +which was the cow and which was Skinny, for +she started on a run for the other side of the +pasture, Skinny sliding and bumping behind, and +both of them scared half to death. Skinny was +so excited he couldn't think to let go of the +tail.</p> + +<p>Hank said that he would have given a quarter<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span> +if he could have taken a picture of it with his +camera.</p> + +<p>All this didn't take so long as it does to tell +about it. The girl had reached the fence, crawled +under, and was yelling for help.</p> + +<p>Just then it seemed to Skinny as if the tail had +come off in his hands, for he went tumbling along, +heels over head, until he struck with a jar that +almost loosened his teeth.</p> + +<p>What really happened was that he stumbled on +a stone and his hands were jerked loose. In another +minute the cow was out of sight in a hollow. +Skinny scrambled to his feet and went back after +the rope, trying not to limp because he could see +the girl looking at him through the fence.</p> + +<p>He felt pretty chesty to think that he had rescued +a maiden, only he didn't know what to do with her, +now that he had saved her.</p> + +<p>She spoke first, as he stood there sort of brushing +his clothes off.</p> + +<p>"Are you hurt, boy?"</p> + +<p>"What, me?" said Skinny. "Me hurt? Say, +didn't you see the critter run when I got after her?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I should say I did, only I was scared. Wasn't +you scared?"</p> + +<p>"I don't scare worth a cent," he told her. "I +ain't afraid of any cow a-livin'. You don't suppose +I'd 'a' chased her all over the pasture, if I'd +been scared, do you?"</p> + +<p>"N-no, but——"</p> + +<p>"Say, if my lasso hadn't slipped, there would +have been something doing. It's lucky for you that +I got hold of her tail. That's the way to do it. +When you twist a cow's tail, it scares 'em."</p> + +<p>It's just as Hank says, you never can tell what +a girl will do. That girl tried to say something; +then choked up and went off into a fit of laughing +that made the tears roll down her cheeks and left +her so weak that she had to hang on to the fence.</p> + +<p>Skinny grinned a little to be polite, but he didn't +like it very well.</p> + +<p>"Oh," said she, as soon as she could speak, "it +was too—too funny for anything to see you sailing +along behind the cow."</p> + +<p>"It wouldn't have been so funny if the cow had +been running toward you, instead of away from<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span> +you. You would have laughed out of the other +side of your mouth, I guess."</p> + +<p>She saw that he was mad about it.</p> + +<p>"You mustn't mind my laughing," said she, +stuffing her handkerchief into her mouth. "I can't +help it. It's a disease."</p> + +<p>"A disease?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, it's high strikes. When folks have them +they can't stop laughing. They laugh when they +ought to cry, maybe."</p> + +<p>"Sounds like a ball game," said Skinny.</p> + +<p>"It's something like that," she told him. "Maybe +that isn't it exactly but it's something. I'm +better now."</p> + +<p>"Oh, well, if it's something that ails you, I suppose +it's all right. I'd laugh, too, only I am all +out of breath from chasing the cow."</p> + +<p>When he said that the girl burst out laughing +again, and Skinny laughed with her. That made +them feel acquainted.</p> + +<p>"I guess I've got 'em, too," said he. "They +must be catching. Well, I must be going now."</p> + +<p>"My name is Mary Richmond," she told him<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span>, +"I live in Holyoke and I am visiting over where +you see that red barn."</p> + +<p>"Mine is Gabriel Miller. I don't like the name +very well. Gabe isn't so bad. The boys call me +Skinny. I live down in the village and I am on +a hike. I guess I'd better be going now."</p> + +<p>"I don't see any."</p> + +<p>"Any what?"</p> + +<p>"What you said you were on, a hike."</p> + +<p>"You will see one in about a minute. I am out +for a long walk. I belong to the Boy Scouts and +I've got to walk seven miles, camp out to-night, +and come back to-morrow."</p> + +<p>"My," said she, "you must be hungry—all that +walking and—and—chasing the cow, too."</p> + +<p>"I am," said Skinny, bracing up. "I believe I'll +eat my lunch right here in the shade. Wish you'd +stay and eat with me. I can cook some bacon."</p> + +<p>Wasn't that a nervy thing to say? Skinny is +brave when he gets started.</p> + +<p>"It would be fine," she told him, "only Ma is +expecting me at the house. She is visiting, too. +Wouldn't it be nicer for you to come with me?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> +They will be glad to see you because you saved +me from the cow. I am awfully hungry and +Grandma is the best cook. We're going to have +lemonade. She told me so. Come on, do."</p> + +<p>"Lemonade would taste good," he said, "if I +only dast."</p> + +<p>"Huh!" said she, tossing her head. "I thought +that you were not afraid of anything."</p> + +<p>"I ain't of a cow. This is different. Say, that +was a swell song you were singing. I wish I knew +it."</p> + +<p>"I'll teach it to you after dinner, if you will +come. If you don't you're a 'fraid cat."</p> + +<p>"All right. I'll go if it kills me."</p> + +<p>Skinny says that he never ate a dinner that +tasted any better than that one did. Mrs. Richmond +was scared when she heard about the cow +and she couldn't say enough about how he had +saved her little girl from a terrible death.</p> + +<p>"That wasn't anything," he told her. "Scouts +are always doing those things. I'm going to try +to save somebody from drowning when I come +back along the river to-morrow."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I'll tell you a better stunt than that," said +Mary's grandfather, winking one eye at the rest +of the folks. "Why don't you go up to Savoy on +the east mountain. That would make a walk of +about seven miles from the village. You won't +find anybody drowning up there, but several deer +have been seen around there lately."</p> + +<p>"Gee!" said Skinny, his eyes sticking out when +he thought of the deer. "If I only had a gun!"</p> + +<p>"It's against Massachusetts law to shoot deer. +That's why they are getting so common. You +have your rope. Maybe you can lasso one. There +is no law against that, I guess."</p> + +<p>"I'll do it," Skinny told him. "Bet your life +the boys will be surprised when they see me bringing +home a deer. Maybe I'll get two or three. +Mr. Norton didn't give me a message to anybody, +so it won't make any difference which way I +go."</p> + +<p>"Don't get too many. We'd like to save a few. +And be careful that some bear doesn't get you," +went on Mr. Richmond, laughing to see how excited +Skinny was. "They are not very common, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span> +once in a while one is seen on the mountain."</p> + +<p>"How do you get up there?"</p> + +<p>"Go back to Pumpkin Hook. It isn't far, and +then follow the road which turns east. It will take +you right to Savoy. You will find a pretty good +road all the way, and you won't have any more +trouble than you would going to Cheshire—unless," +he added in a fierce voice that made Skinny jump, +"unless A BEAR GETS YOU!"</p> + +<p>"Now, father, don't scare the boy to death," +said Mary's mother. "You know well enough +there are no bears and the road to Savoy is a well-traveled +one."</p> + +<p>"Of course it is, or I shouldn't have suggested +his going there. But there have been bears seen +on the Savoy Mountain. I saw one myself, last +year."</p> + +<p>"Huh! I ain't afraid of no bear," put in +Skinny, drawing himself up and looking fierce. +"I tracked one once on Bob's Hill. It went up to +Peck's Falls and hid in our cave. We smoked it +out. I didn't have a gun or knife or anything, but +I hit it with a snowball."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span></p> + +<p>You could have hung a hat on Mary's eyes when +Skinny told them that.</p> + +<p>"Was it a really and truly bear?" she asked. +"And did it stand on its hind legs like in the circus +pictures over at the Hook?"</p> + +<p>"It stood on its hind legs, all right," he told +her, "but it wasn't really a bear. We thought it +was. It made tracks in the snow just like bear's +tracks, but when we had smoked it out we found +that it wasn't anything but a man."</p> + +<p>"It was Jake Yost, a foolish feller," he explained, +turning to Mr. Richmond. "He had his boots on +the wrong feet and wouldn't change them back for +fear of changing his luck. That was what made +his tracks look like bear's tracks."</p> + +<p>It tickled them to hear about that, but it didn't +tickle us boys much when it happened. It was too +scary.</p> + +<p>"If you will stop here on your way back to-morrow," +said Mary's grandma, "we'll give you +a nice dinner. I think you will be wanting one +about that time. Mary may walk with you as far +as the Hook, if you like, and show you the road."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I think maybe I'd better go along, too, with +my gun," said Mr. Richmond, "on account of the +bears."</p> + +<p>"Don't you mind his nonsense," she said. "You +run along."</p> + +<p>So off they went together, Skinny with his rope +and tomahawk and Mary with her red sunbonnet, +but they kept away from the pasture.</p> + +<p>From Pumpkin Hook Skinny went on alone, up +the mountain road, whirling his tomahawk around +his head and every little while pretending to lasso +the enemy, because he knew that Mary was watching +him from below.</p> + +<p>Then pretty soon he came to a bend in the road. +He turned and waved to her, and in a minute was +out of sight.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XI</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>TREED BY A BEAR<br /><br /></div> + + +<div class='cap'>I AM writing what happened to Skinny as if +we found out all about it at once, which we +didn't. He told us some of it the first time, with +Bill sitting up and listening and Mr. Norton asking +questions whenever Skinny began to run down. +But every time we saw him after that for several +days he would think of something more to tell, or +something a little different, so that it took a long +time before we felt sure that we knew all about it.</div> + +<p>For instance, he didn't say much at first about +Mary Richmond, the Holyoke girl, except the rescue +part. He was afraid that the boys would make +fun of him for walking down the mountain with +a girl—but I haven't told about that yet. I am +going to put everything in just when it happened, +so that you can understand it better.</p> + +<p>There didn't much happen, anyhow, while he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span> +was going up to Savoy. The road was steep and +winding, and climbing it kept Skinny busy and +made him wish more than once that he had gone +in some other direction.</p> + +<p>What Mr. Richmond had said about bears made +him nervous. Every time he saw a stump of a +tree, he was sure it was a bear, and every time he +came to a part of the woods where the trees stood +very close together and it looked dark inside, he +had to whistle and sing louder than Mary did when +she was afraid of the cow.</p> + +<p>Whenever he felt real scared he would caw like +a crow, and that made him feel almost brave again, +for sometimes when you just pretend you are brave +and act as if you are, all of a sudden you get brave. +I don't know why it is but I have noticed it.</p> + +<p>He kept a sharp eye out for deer, for he wanted +to bring us one, but he didn't see a thing all the +way up that looked like a wild animal except a +calf, which ran when he threw a stick at it, and the +birds, which don't count.</p> + +<p>It was hot work but the air was fine, and he +could see all up and down Hoosac Valley, and that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span> +is worth seeing any time. If he had taken a spy-glass +with him, perhaps he could have seen the +other Scouts on the way to North Adams and +Cheshire.</p> + +<p>Once in a while he came to a mountain brook, +gurgling and singing over the stones. Then he +would throw himself down to rest and listen to +the pouring water, which we boys think is the +sweetest music in all the world, unless it is the +cawing of a crow away off somewhere, on the +mountainside.</p> + +<p>Late in the afternoon he came to Savoy and +stopped in a field to cook himself a good supper.</p> + +<p>That night he slept in a barn, cuddling down in +the haymow, where he could hear some horses +stirring in their stalls. They seemed sort of like +company for him, although they couldn't talk +any.</p> + +<p>"Were you not afraid up there, all alone?" Mr. +Norton asked, when Skinny was telling about the +horses.</p> + +<p>"What, me?" said he. "Anyhow, I wouldn't +have been, only there were all kinds of noises in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span> +the night and once I heard something scratching at +the door. I think it was a bear; maybe, two +bears."</p> + +<p>"Great snakes!" said Bill, and we all thought +so, too. But Skinny waved one hand, as if that +wasn't anything worth mentioning, and went on.</p> + +<p>When morning finally came and the sun shone +in through a cobwebby window across the haymow +he slipped out of the barn on the side away from +the house, so that the folks wouldn't see him.</p> + +<p>Just the same, they saw him cooking his breakfast, +and were going to set the dog on him. But +when the farmer's wife found out that it was a +Boy Scout and not a tramp she told him to come +right into the house and eat with them. He went, +too, because he could smell the breakfast cooking +and it 'most made him crazy.</p> + +<p>"How about it, Mr. Norton?" said Bill. "That +makes two meals Skinny had given to him, not +counting the dinner at Richmond's the next day, +which he hasn't told about yet. That makes three. +Didn't he have to cook them himself on account of +the Scout business?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span></p> + +<p>Before Mr. Norton could answer Skinny spoke +up.</p> + +<p>"Aw, g'wan!" said he. "I cooked enough to +make up for it, I guess. Why, I stopped two or +three times and cooked something. You don't suppose +a feller can climb mountains without eatin', +do you?"</p> + +<p>"I didn't eat much," said Bill with a grin, "but +I wanted to."</p> + +<p>"I think Gabriel is right," laughed Mr. Norton. +"Besides it sometimes is harder to work folks for +a meal than it is to cook it, yourself."</p> + +<p>"Anyhow," Skinny told him, "I didn't get to +Richmond's in time for that dinner and I paid for +those other meals. I rescued the girl the first time, +didn't I? That ought to be good for a dinner. +And to pay for my breakfast I carried in a lot of +wood for the farmer's wife. She liked it so well +that she said she would be glad to have me stay +to dinner. There wasn't any chance to do any +rescuing in Savoy, so I had to do something +else."</p> + +<p>"That's business!" exclaimed Mr. Norton.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span> +"Pay as you go. Gabriel, my boy, you showed +yourself a true Scout and I'm proud of you."</p> + +<p>He reached over and fastened a First Class Scout +badge to Skinny's coat.</p> + +<p>"Maybe I am a little ahead of the game," said +he, "but Gabriel is leader and I think that he has +earned a badge. This seems to be the psychological +moment to present it."</p> + +<p>Benny spoke up before we could stop him.</p> + +<p>"What's a skological moment?" said he.</p> + +<p>Say, that stumped Mr. Norton. He couldn't +tell us.</p> + +<p>"I'd like very much to give you one, William," +he went on, after a little, turning to Bill. "You +showed yourself a hero and you have done everything +except the hike. How would it do to give +you the badge now, with the understanding that +you will make good on the hike later, when you +get well?"</p> + +<p>Skinny swelled all up when Mr. Norton gave +him the badge, and I guess anybody would. He +didn't know what to do or say at first, but in a +minute he came to his senses. He jumped to his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span> +feet and gave the Scout salute. It was great to +see him.</p> + +<p>"Fellers," said he, turning to us with his arms +folded, while Mr. Norton looked on, wondering +what was going to happen.</p> + +<p>"Who are going to be the best Boy Scouts in +America, or England, either?"</p> + +<p>"We are!" we shouted.</p> + +<p>"Who is the best Scoutmaster that ever happened?"</p> + +<p>"Mr. Norton!" we yelled.</p> + +<p>"Who is great stuff, if he did sprain his ankle +on Greylock?"</p> + +<p>"Bill Wilson!"</p> + +<p>"'Tis well. Everybody caw. Now!"</p> + +<p>There was some racket around that room when +we turned ourselves loose. Bill sat there smiling +and with his face all flushed up, he was so tickled +over what Mr. Norton and Skinny had said.</p> + +<p>Then Mr. Norton pulled another badge out of +his pocket and started to pin it on Bill's clothes. +Bill stopped him.</p> + +<p>"It wouldn't be fair, Mr. Norton," said he. "I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span> +started out to do my hike and I didn't do it. I +know that I did something which was harder but +I didn't do that. I wouldn't feel right about wearing +the badge until after I had made good."</p> + +<p>"What do you say, boys?" asked Mr. Norton, +his eyes shining because he was so proud of Bill.</p> + +<p>"Bill's all right," said Hank. "We all know +that he can do the stunt and that he will do it, +but he hasn't done it yet."</p> + +<p>Then Benny spoke up.</p> + +<p>"Guess what!" said he. "Let's all wait until +Bill gets well and does it, before getting our badges. +Except Skinny; he's got his."</p> + +<p>"Bet your life I'll wait, too," said Skinny.</p> + +<p>He started to take the badge off, but we wouldn't +let him.</p> + +<p>"Forget it," said Bill, "and go on with the +story. You stopped in an interesting place. I +don't believe much happened, anyhow, except the +cow, and you've told us about that."</p> + +<p>"I don't like to tell the rest. It will make you +walk in your sleep and that will hurt your foot. +But I'm willing to risk it if you are."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span></p> + +<p>You see, when Skinny started toward home from +Savoy, he made up his mind that he would lasso +a deer, or know the reason why, because it would +look fine to have one stuffed and standing in front +of our cave at Peck's Falls. So, when he had +found a place that looked wild and sort of scary, +he left the road and, getting his rope in shape to +throw, made his way in through the brush, as +still as he could, so as not to frighten the deer +away.</p> + +<p>He didn't see any deer, but after a while he +found a big patch of wild strawberries, so thick +he couldn't step without tramping on some. That +made him forget all about his deer for 'most an +hour.</p> + +<p>Then, all of a sudden, he heard a crackling in +the bushes on the other side of a clearing, and +he felt sure that his chance had come.</p> + +<p>Skinny dropped on his hands and knees and +crawled toward the sound. It was slow work because +he had to be careful not to make any noise, +and he grew more excited every moment.</p> + +<p>At last he was crouching down behind some big<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span> +bushes, and on the other side he could hear the deer +real plain, tramping around like a horse.</p> + +<p>"Gee!" thought he. "It's a big one and will +look great up by our cave."</p> + +<p>He didn't say it out loud because he knew that +although the deer could not smell him on account +of the wind blowing the other way, he would hear +him, unless he was very careful.</p> + +<p>Then, getting the rope ready to throw, with the +slip noose working easily, he parted the bushes +gently and crept through.</p> + +<p>There was a great crashing as some big animal +broke his way through the bushes in front of him. +Then came a snarl and a growl that made Skinny's +heart almost stop beating. And there he stood, +paralyzed, looking straight into the eyes of a +bear!</p> + +<p>It wasn't any Jake Yost with his boots on wrong, +either. It was the real thing, looking as big as +the Quaker Meeting House to Skinny, although it +was really only a cub, about half grown.</p> + +<p>I guess the bear wasn't expecting anybody to +call, for he stood there, sort of paralyzed himself,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span> +his eyes looking right into Skinny's and one big +paw raised to take another step.</p> + +<p>Skinny gave a howl and started for the nearest +tree, one that was too small for a bear to climb.</p> + +<p>Say, if tree climbing had been one of the Scout +stunts, Skinny would have won two badges.</p> + +<p>It isn't any fun to sit in a tree on a mountain, +with a real live bear sniffing around at the bottom +and you both getting hungrier every minute.</p> + +<p>Skinny knew he was safe as long as he stayed +in the tree, but he didn't dare get down while the +bear was in sight, and the cub wouldn't go away +more than a few rods. I guess Skinny looked good +to him, he was so fat.</p> + +<p>Dinner time came and went. He was still in +the tree and the bear was still fooling around below.</p> + +<p>Skinny called for help until he was hoarse, but +there wasn't anybody passing at that time of day. +Then he began to get mad, and when Skinny gets +mad, look out!</p> + +<p>"You think you're smart," said he, "but old +Long Knife will show you a thing or two."</p> + +<p>First he let down his rope and found that it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span> +would reach the ground. Then he fixed the noose +up in good shape, tied the other end around a limb +and waited.</p> + +<p>By and by the bear came smelling around that +rope to see what it was, and that was exactly what +Skinny had been waiting for. He leaned down and +tried to swing the noose over the cub's head. The +bear didn't know what to make of it and every +time the rope would hit his nose he would growl +and strike it away with his paw.</p> + +<p>Skinny saw that he would have to get closer. +He climbed down to a lower limb; then held on +with one hand, swung out over the bear, and tried +to lasso him with the other.</p> + +<p>He almost did it, too, but just as he leaned still +farther down, all of a sudden there was a cracking +noise and the limb broke.</p> + +<p>With an awful scream of despair, Skinny fell.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XII</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>WHAT HAPPENED TO THE BEAR<br /><br /></div> + + +<div class='cap'>THE Band, I mean the Ravens, don't know so +very much about bears. That was the only +bear we ever had come across and we had been +berrying all over those mountains, although mostly +on the Greylock side. Pa says that they usually +keep away from the road, the few that are left, +because they are afraid of folks.</div> + +<p>Anyhow, it isn't any picnic to fall out of a tree +at any time, especially when there is a bear at +the bottom.</p> + +<p>When the limb began to crack, Skinny knew that +he was a goner. He yelled so loud that it surprised +the bear and it looked up into the tree to see what +was going on. Just at that second the leader of +Raven Patrol landed on the cub's nose, like a thousand +of brick. Boy and bear both went sprawling, +one in one direction and the other in another.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span></p> + +<p>Skinny was the first to get on his feet and the +way he shinned up the tree again was a caution. +He didn't stop to look until he had reached the +limb where the rope was tied. Then he felt safe.</p> + +<p>The bear had picked himself up and was standing +close to the foot of the tree, looking up and +whining, as if he didn't like being hit in the head +by a boy very well.</p> + +<p>It was the chance which Skinny had been waiting +for. He gathered the rope up in his hands and +opened the noose wide. Then, leaning down as far +as he dared, until he was right over the bear, he +dropped it. The noose fell as straight as a die and, +spreading out around the cub's head, lay across +his shoulders with the side nearest the tree almost +touching the ground.</p> + +<p>Just as the bear stepped one foot over the loop, +Skinny grabbed the rope with both hands and gave +a quick jerk. The noose tightened; and there was +the most surprised bear you ever saw, tied fast to +the tree! Skinny stood on the limb above like a +big crow, cawing to beat the band and so excited +that he came near falling again.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Gee, but that bear was mad," said Skinny, when +he was telling us about it. "He growled and he +snapped and he rolled on the ground; then he ran +around and around the tree, until he had wound +himself up short, but he couldn't get away. It was +great, only I didn't dare jump on him again. He +was too crazy."</p> + +<p>"Great snakes, Skinny!" exclaimed Bill. "You +always have all the fun."</p> + +<p>"I guess you wouldn't have thought it so much +fun if you had been up in the tree and couldn't +get down. I'd 'a' choked him with the rope, if +he hadn't got his feet tangled up in it so that I +couldn't."</p> + +<p>"How did you get down, Skinny?" asked Benny, +because Skinny had a way of stopping at the most +interesting places and pretending that he was +through telling about it.</p> + +<p>In order to tell about that I'll have to go back +a little in this history.</p> + +<p>When Mr. Richmond told Skinny to go up to +Savoy and to be careful not to let the bears get +him, he was trying to scare a Boy Scout. He says<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span> +that he hadn't any idea there would be a bear or +deer around, or he shouldn't have let him go. But +the next morning a man from Savoy drove past +the house and told about seeing a bear on the way +down. He didn't have his gun along and besides +the bear ran into the woods when he saw him.</p> + +<p>That made Mr. Richmond feel uneasy.</p> + +<p>"I wish I hadn't let the boy go up the mountain," +he said. "I don't suppose anything will +happen to him, but I'd feel better if he hadn't gone. +I guess, of the two, the bear would be the most +scared if they should meet."</p> + +<p>"He told me that he'd surely come in time for +dinner," said Mary.</p> + +<p>When dinner time came she put a plate on for +him. He didn't show up, of course. He was up +in the tree about that time, wondering how he ever +would get down. After that Mr. Richmond grew +real anxious and went to the house several times +to see if Skinny had come.</p> + +<p>"That boy looked to me," he said at last, "as +if he wouldn't be guilty of missing a good dinner +if he could help it. I am going after him. He<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span> +may be all right, but I'm going to find out for +sure."</p> + +<p>With that, he hitched up a horse, took down his +gun, and started.</p> + +<p>"Let me go, too," Mary called after him. "I +can hold the horse while you are looking."</p> + +<p>"All right. Jump in. We'll probably meet him +on the road somewhere."</p> + +<p>The first they saw or heard of him was the yell +which Skinny gave when the limb broke. It scared +them.</p> + +<p>"Take the reins," said Mr. Richmond. "There +is trouble over there. Turn around and if anything +comes run the old horse down the road."</p> + +<p>Say, he was paralyzed, when he found the bear +tied to a tree and Skinny standing on a limb, cawing.</p> + +<p>"I was that flabbergasted," said he afterward, +"that I hardly could pull the trigger."</p> + +<p>But he pulled it, all right, and that was the end +of Mr. Bear.</p> + +<p>Skinny didn't like it because Mr. Richmond killed +the bear. He wanted to tame it and give a show<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span> +in our barn. He was bound to take it home, anyhow, +so as to save the skin.</p> + +<p>It took a lot of pulling and hauling to get the +cub out to the road, and Mary had to help before +they could lift him into the wagon.</p> + +<p>"Jump in," said Mr. Richmond, when everything +was ready. "It is time that I was getting home."</p> + +<p>"I can't," said Skinny. "You see, I am doing +a stunt for the Scouts and I have to walk."</p> + +<p>Just before they started Mary thought of something.</p> + +<p>"Say," said she, "maybe I'd walk, too, if anybody +asked me; that is, if Grandpa would let me +and it wouldn't make any difference with the +Scouts."</p> + +<p>"Come on, do," said Skinny. "May she, Mr. +Richmond?"</p> + +<p>"Well," said he, "seein' as how you've got a +rope and it ain't very far, I'm willin'. But it will +be mighty lonesome for me."</p> + +<p>I never saw Skinny so chesty as he was over +catching that bear. And he had a right to be, for +everybody was talking about it and there was a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span> +long piece in the paper. He even wanted to change +the name of Raven Patrol to the Bears, but we +wouldn't stand for that. We didn't know how to +make a noise like a bear, anyway.</p> + +<p>After that the folks told us to keep away from +Savoy Mountain, rope or no rope, and we had +to do it. But Skinny wanted to go back and get +a bear for each of us.</p> + +<p>"I think that our patrol leader has made good," +said Mr. Norton, when Skinny had finished. +"What I'm wondering is, who was the most +frightened, Gabriel or the bear?"</p> + +<p>"The bear was," said Skinny; "anyhow, after +I jumped on him. Say, I'll bet you fellers wouldn't +dast jump on a live bear, when he was growling +and showing his teeth. It was great, just like +jumping on a cushion, only the bear didn't like it +very well."</p> + +<p>The other boys didn't have much to tell, much +that was exciting, I mean, but Mr. Norton made +us all report what we did. Hank came last +of all.</p> + +<p>"Well, Henry," said Mr. Norton, "what have<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span> +you to say for yourself? You went to Cheshire +by the river road, I believe?"</p> + +<p>"How about that new invention, Hank?" I +asked. I'd forgotten all about it until then.</p> + +<p>"Have you a new invention, Henry? Tell us +about it."</p> + +<p>"'Tain't nothin'," said Hank, squirming in his +chair. "It didn't work just right. I guess I'll +have to go home now. Ma said to get in by ten +o'clock."</p> + +<p>"We'll have time for your report," Mr. Norton +told him.</p> + +<p>Hank kept nudging me, trying to get me to go +with him, but I wouldn't do it, so after a while he +began.</p> + +<p>You see his invention, the one he spoke to me +about just before we started, was a Life Saver. +When we were learning to be Scouts Mr. Norton +taught us how to bring drowned people back to +life again; that is, if they haven't been in the water +too long. What Hank wanted to do was to invent +something that would keep them from getting +drowned in the first place.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span></p> + +<p>"It's all right to bring them to life," he told +me, "but it would be a heap better not to have +'em drown at all."</p> + +<p>After doing a lot of thinking, he made a sort +of balloon of oiled silk, with the mouth fastened +to a hollow reed and a piece of potato to put over +the end of the reed, instead of a cork. Hanging +from the mouthpiece were two pieces of stout cord.</p> + +<p>"What's it for, Hank?" asked Skinny, when +he was showing it to us. "It looks like a bagpipe."</p> + +<p>"It's a Life Saver," he said. "You carry it +in your pocket when the air is out of it and look +along the river until you find somebody drowning. +Then you throw him the Life Saver, if he hasn't +got one in his own pocket. He ties it around his +neck, puts the mouthpiece to his lips, and blows +the bag full of wind. Then he puts the potato on +the end to keep the air from leaking out. He can't +sink, can he? The balloon will hold him up."</p> + +<p>"Great snakes, Hank!" said Bill. "You've got +a great head—like a tack."</p> + +<p>"A tack's head is level, just the same."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Guess what," said Benny. "Let's go swimming +up to the Basin, to-morrow, and try it."</p> + +<p>"We can go swimming if we want to," Hank +told him, "but I did try it. It worked and it +didn't work."</p> + +<p>"What's the answer?" I asked.</p> + +<p>"Well, you see, I walked all the way to Cheshire +Harbor, looking for a chance to use the Life Saver +and I couldn't find anybody even in swimming, let +alone drowning. The water isn't deep enough for +drowning in most places, anyhow. But when I +got to Cheshire Harbor I found a kid sitting on +the bank of the race, fishing.</p> + +<p>"'What you got?' he asked, when he saw me +fooling with the Life Saver.</p> + +<p>"'Jump in,' I said, after I had told him about +it. 'I'll show you how it works.'</p> + +<p>"'Jump in yourself,' he said. 'I don't want to +get my feet wet. Let's see the old thing, anyway.'</p> + +<p>"I handed it to him and he blew up the bag until +I thought it would bust, and then tied it on with +the strings.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span></p> + +<p>"'Say, that's great stuff,' said he. 'I'll bet it +will work all right.'</p> + +<p>"When he said that, I don't know why I did it, +but it seemed as if I couldn't help it. I felt as if I +just had to save him. I pushed him in, balloon +and all."</p> + +<p>"Gee-e-ewhilikens!" shouted Skinny.</p> + +<p>"You mutt!" said Bill.</p> + +<p>Mr. Norton was too surprised to say anything, +but he had the funniest look on his face.</p> + +<p>"Did it work?" Benny asked.</p> + +<p>"It worked all right, but——"</p> + +<p>"But what?" I said, beginning to get mad because +Hank kept stopping at the most interesting +parts.</p> + +<p>"He had tied it on to one ankle, instead of +around his neck. It made his ankle float, but his +head went under, and he couldn't swim. I rescued +him, but I had to jump in after him and pull +him out. It was hard work because he kept trying +to hit me all the time. Then, after I'd got +him out, I had to lick him before he would let me +go on and do my stunt."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I hardly think that was according to Scout +law," said Mr. Norton, when the rest of us had +finished laughing and pounding Hank on the +back.</p> + +<p>"I rescued somebody, just the same. Only it +wasn't a maiden."</p> + +<p>"We still have a few minutes," said Mr. Norton. +"Suppose that we play a new game which I have +here. It is a kind of invention of my own and +is called baseball."</p> + +<p>"Seems as if I'd heard of that game somewhere," +said Skinny, poking me in the ribs.</p> + +<p>"Not this one. This is parlor baseball and is +brand new," replied the Scoutmaster.</p> + +<p>He brought out a chart, marked off in squares +to represent different plays, and laid it flat on the +floor, about six inches from the wall, at the end of +the room.</p> + +<p>"Now," said he, "we'll choose sides, then stand +off about ten feet and toss silver dollars at the +squares. That is the same as going to bat. I mention +silver dollars because I brought some with me. +Any disk, or ring, about the same size and weight<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span> +would do as well and might be more convenient. +The square on which the disk rests gives the result +of your play. If the disk rolls off the chart it +counts as a strike, and three strikes are out. Usually +the Scoutmaster or Scout leader acts as umpire, +calls off each play as made and keeps the score.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span> +To-night, however, as William is not able to play, +we will make him umpire and I will take part in +the game to make even sides."</p> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="game squares"> +<tr><td align='center'>HOME RUN</td><td align='center'>STRIKE</td><td align='center'>THREE BASE<br />HIT</td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>FLY<br />CATCH</td><td align='center'>BATTER<br />HIT</td><td align='center'>OUT ON<br />FIRST</td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>SINGLE</td><td align='center'>BALL</td><td align='center'>TWO BASE<br />HIT</td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>FOUL</td><td align='center'>PASS<br />BALL</td><td align='center'>BALK</td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<p>"Let me illustrate," he went on. "We will suppose +that the first man up throws three disks and +all of them roll off the chart. That counts as +three strikes and he is out. The second player may +throw a two-bagger or a single. He then returns +to his seat and the third player, by throwing a +three-bagger, brings the second man home and gains +third base for himself. The runners are advanced +each time as many bases as the batter makes. They +also are advanced one base by a pass ball, a fly +catch or an out-on-first. The first two fouls count +as strikes, of course, and four balls entitle the batter +to first base. The arrangement of these squares +is important. The home run is guarded on three +sides by strikes and in front by a fly catch. The +three-base hit is as carefully guarded."</p> + +<p>"Say, that game is all right," said Skinny, after +we had finished playing. "Three caws for Mr. +Norton, our 'stinguished and celebrated Scoutmaster."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span></p> + +<p>As soon as he could make himself heard, Bill +spoke up.</p> + +<p>"I think the secretary," said he, "ought to put +how to play that game in the minutes of the +meetin'."</p> + +<p>"There ain't goin' to be any," I told him. "It's +too much work."</p> + +<p>"I think that William's suggestion is a good +one," Mr. Norton said, "and I also appreciate the +force of your secretary's objection. How would it +be if I should do the work? I'll have typewritten +copies of the rules of the game struck off, so that +each of you can have one."</p> + +<p>That is what he did, the very next day. I am +going to put the rules into this history right here, +just as he wrote them, because other Scouts may +want to play the game.</p> + +<div class='center'> +<i>Scouts' Parlor Baseball.—Rules for Play.</i><br /> +</div> + +<p>Divide the patrol into two equal groups and +arrange them in batting order on opposite sides +of the room. Place the baseball chart six or eight<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span> +inches from one end of the room on the floor and +indicate a mark ten feet from the chart for the +"batter" to stand on. The Scouts having their +inning then take turns at tossing a silver dollar (another +metallic disk or ring of equal size will suffice) +at the chart. Each player's record at bat is told by +the square on which the dollar rests, off the chart +entirely counting as a strike. If the dollar rests +squarely across a line it is tossed again.</p> + +<p>The rules of baseball govern the game. After a +player finishes his turn, he takes position at the +farther end of his side, and the next in line takes +his turn, thus preserving the batting order. When +three players have been declared out, that side is +retired and the other side takes its inning. If +time permits, a nine-inning game is played; otherwise +the number of innings to be played should be +decided before beginning.</p> + +<p>When a "batter" wins a position on a base he +is advanced at each play as many bases as the next +player earns at the "bat." He also advances one +base on out-on-first, fly-catch, balk, and pass-ball +plays, and when forced. He must keep track of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span> +his supposed position on the bases and report to +the official when making a score.</p> + +<p>The official, usually the patrol leader or Scoutmaster, +decides the plays and tosses the dollars +back to the players. He also keeps the score, and +may correct a player, if necessary, for being noisy, +or for leaving his seat when not playing. In fact, +he is in control of the game, but is not allowed +to play except when there is present an odd number +without him.</p> + +<p>The chart should be made of stiff paper so as +to lie flat on the floor, or of cloth, in order to be +tacked down. Each square should be 9 x 9 inches, +but a smaller size may be used if the room is not +large. In that case the players should stand less +than ten feet from the chart. The squares must +be labeled as in the diagram. Young Scouts, or +beginners, are sometimes allowed to stand eight, or +even six, feet from the chart, in order to make the +sides more equal. This and any other questions +that may arise are decided by the official.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XIII</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>EAGLE PATROL JOINS THE SCOUTS<br /><br /></div> + + +<div class='cap'>YOU must not think, when you read this history, +that something all the time was happening +to us Scouts. I am only telling about what +did happen. Pa says that when it comes to starting +things we have them all beaten to a frazzle and Ma +told us that it would be a mercy if we ever lived +to grow up, without losing any of our hands or +feet. But we don't think so. Boys have to be +doing something all the time, don't they? If they +didn't they would get into mischief.</div> + +<p>Anyhow, there didn't much of anything happen +after Skinny lassoed the bear, for a long time, +unless you count the Fourth of July. Nobody +can help having the Fourth of July. It's part of +the year. It is for our country.</p> + +<p>One Fourth of July, long ago, even before Pa +was born, they rang old Liberty Bell in Philadelphia,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span> +to beat the band, and they fired off guns. +'Cause why? 'Cause there was a paper signed on +that day, which said that the United States of +America should be free and independent. But +England was like old Pharaoh, with the Hebrew +children, that the Bible tells about. They didn't +want to let us go. I don't blame them much for +it, either, but Skinny does.</p> + +<p>Anyhow, I guess God must have meant for us +to go free, just as He did the Children of Israel +because, although England was the greatest Nation +in the world and the best one, too, it seems to me, +and we were only a few scattering colonies without +much money or anything, we came out ahead. +That is why Skinny thinks that George Washington +could have licked Napoleon Bonaparte with one +hand tied behind his back.</p> + +<p>So we have the Fourth of July, and we boys ring +the church bells at four o'clock in the morning, +when they don't catch us at it, just like old Liberty +Bell was rung so many years ago.</p> + +<p>One of Skinny's ancestors was killed in the battle +of Bunker Hill. That is what makes him so fierce<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span> +against the Britishers. Every Fourth of July he +has us go up on Bob's Hill or somewhere and fight +the battle all over again.</p> + +<p>The time I am telling about we built a fire on +the hill and rang the church bells and fired off +firecrackers until we were tired and half starved; +then went home to breakfast. Everybody promised +to meet again at my house about nine o'clock.</p> + +<p>Soon after nine we all were sitting on our side +steps, talking over where we should go for our +battle, when Skinny happened to stand up and look +down the street.</p> + +<p>We heard him make a noise like a snake and he +dropped off the steps to the ground so quickly that +we thought at first he had a fit or something, until +he made a motion for us to follow him and began +to crawl toward the fence.</p> + +<p>We didn't know what the matter was, but knew +that it was something important, so we crawled +along after him as fast as we could. When we +reached the pickets he pointed and we peeped over +the top, careful not to let more than our eyes be +seen.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span></p> + +<p>What we saw was three members of the Gingham +Ground Gang coming up the street, walking in the +middle of the road and looking on both sides as +they came, as if they were expecting trouble and +wanted to be ready for it.</p> + +<p>Two of them had red shirts, and that made +Skinny mad because it made him think of his +ancestor who was killed at Bunker Hill.</p> + +<p>"The Redcoats are coming," said he in a hoarse +whisper, so that they wouldn't hear, but fierce-like, +just the same. "Wait until you can see the whites +of their eyes; then, 'charge, the ground's your own, +my braves. Will ye give it up to slaves? Hope +ye mercy, still?'"</p> + +<p>It was a part of his last day piece at school and +sounded fine.</p> + +<p>"Charge nothin'!" said Bill. "The Americans +didn't do any charging at Bunker Hill, I guess. +The Britishers did the charging. The Americans +waited behind a fence until they got near enough +and then let 'em have it, until their ammunition +gave out. Then they ran. That's what they did."</p> + +<p>That was true, too, but, just the same, it was a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span> +victory to hold the hill as long as their powder +lasted, and Bill knew it, but he liked to get Skinny +mad.</p> + +<p>"Bill Wilson," said Skinny, "you are a nice +patriot! You are a Scout and a half; that's what +you are—not! So are we going to run but, bet +your life, we're going to run toward the enemy. +If you want to stay here behind the fence you can +do it. The rest of us are going to charge."</p> + +<p>Bill gave me a thump in the ribs and grinned, +but didn't say anything. I saw Benny whisper +something, his eyes shining with excitement; then +Skinny motioned to us what to do.</p> + +<p>Each of us lighted a firecracker and held it with +the fuse sputtering and sizzling, until they were +almost opposite. Then we threw the crackers +under their feet. They went off like a volley of +musketry. At the same time we gave a great caw +and jumped the fence.</p> + +<p>"Give it to 'em, fellers," yelled Skinny. "These +are the guys that wanted to duck Benny in the mill +pond."</p> + +<p>Say, it was great. The firecrackers surprised<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span> +them, for they hadn't seen us, and we were over +the fence and upon them before they could run. +Things were lively in Park Street for a few minutes. +Then, all of a sudden, we heard a man's +voice say:</p> + +<p>"Scouts, attention!"</p> + +<p>And there was Mr. Norton, looking surprised +and sorry!</p> + +<p>We all stood up with a jerk and saluted, and +the Gingham Ground boys started to run. They +only went a few steps, however, and then waited +to see what was going to happen.</p> + +<p>"Scouts," said Mr. Norton, sternly, "what sort +of brawl is this, on the Fourth of July?"</p> + +<p>He was looking at Skinny, he being Scout leader.</p> + +<p>"'Tain't a brawl," said Skinny. "It's the battle +of Bunker Hill; that's what it is."</p> + +<p>"Oh, it is, is it? On which side are you Scouts +fighting?"</p> + +<p>"We are Americans, of course."</p> + +<p>"Well, if I remember my history right, in that +battle a little handful of Americans faced the British +soldiers and held them back until their powder<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span> +gave out. And here the American army seems to +be attacking a handful of British."</p> + +<p>"That's what I told him," said Bill.</p> + +<p>"Anyhow," said Skinny, "those guys tried to +duck Benny that time when he was coming home +from his long hike. So we thought that we would +duck them in the race. Didn't they try to duck +you, Benny?"</p> + +<p>Benny nodded.</p> + +<p>"How about Scout law?" asked Mr. Norton.</p> + +<p>"Scout law doesn't say we mustn't duck our enemies."</p> + +<p>"It does, too," Bill told him. "It says that we +must be kind to animals."</p> + +<p>That was a hot one and it made us all laugh.</p> + +<p>"How much more should we be kind one to +another," said Mr. Norton.</p> + +<p>"Well, it wasn't very kind to duck Benny," insisted +Skinny.</p> + +<p>"No, and they didn't do it. If I have been correctly +informed, they let Benny go because John +here was kind to a dumb animal."</p> + +<p>That was true and I said so.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Even if they had ducked him, don't you think +that it would be better to heap 'coals of fire' upon +their heads?"</p> + +<p>It surprised Benny to hear Mr. Norton talk like +that.</p> + +<p>"We wouldn't do such a thing," said he. "Besides, +we haven't got any hot coals."</p> + +<p>"Yes, you have," laughed Mr. Norton. "The +'hot coals' I mean are kind words and kind actions. +What I meant to say was that you should return +good for evil and then your kind words would +make those boys feel as if you were putting coals +of fire on their heads."</p> + +<p>"I don't believe we ought to do it," Skinny told +him, "if it is going to hurt that bad."</p> + +<p>"Suppose we try it and see. I think perhaps it +will not be quite so painful."</p> + +<p>"Boys," said he, turning to the Gingham Ground +bunch just as they were starting away. "I have +organized these eight village lads into a patrol of +the Boy Scouts of America and we have planned +to have a campfire this evening on Bob's Hill. +These Scouts of mine mean all right. They are<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span> +simply working off a little misdirected patriotism. +Now, what we want, is for you to meet with us, +you and the rest of the Gang. Will you do +it?"</p> + +<p>They didn't want to at first.</p> + +<p>"There are Boy Scouts," he went on, "in all +parts of the civilized world; in England, too, +Gabriel, as well as in this country, and the Law +says that all Scouts are brothers to every other +Scout. There are a half million in the United +States alone. I have been appointed Scoutmaster +for this district and I want to organize one or two +more patrols so that I can have a troop. I have +had you boys in mind ever since you so nobly +turned out to help find William, the time he was +hurt on Greylock. It will be much the same as the +Gang, only better. You can keep the same leader +if you wish, and I know a man who will buy +uniforms for you all. Will you come to-night so +that we can talk it over? What do you say?"</p> + +<p>The uniform business settled it.</p> + +<p>"We'll come, if the rest of the Gang will," they +told him.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Good! Shake hands on it."</p> + +<p>"Attention, Scouts!" shouted Mr. Norton, after +he had shaken hands.</p> + +<p>"Salute enemy!"</p> + +<p>We gave the Scout salute to the Gingham Ground +boys, while they stood there grinning and not knowing +what to do.</p> + +<p>Then, after whispering together, they gave us the +Gang yell. It was great.</p> + +<p>"We'll be there," they called, as they started +up the street.</p> + +<p>They were, too, ten of them, with Jim Donavan +at their head. They came across lots from the +Quaker Meeting House, soon after we had gathered +around the big stone where we have our fires, +just as they had come two years before, the +time we had our big fight and came to know +Jim.</p> + +<p>Mr. Norton saw them coming and went to meet +them.</p> + +<p>"This is fine," said he, after we all had sat +down on the grass around the fire. "You are +a pretty husky bunch of fellows, and Raven Patrol<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span> +will have to go some to keep up, after you get +started. Skinny—I mean Gabriel—suppose you +tell our visitors something about the Scouts."</p> + +<p>"It's great," began Skinny. "We've been bandits +and we've been Injuns, but Scouts beat 'em all. +The woods are full of 'em all over the country, +and they go about with uniforms on, doing good +and having fun. They are like an army. We are +one company, you will be another. I'm the same +as captain, only they call me patrol leader. Mr. +Norton is Scoutmaster, and there are officers above +him, only we never saw them. We learn all about +woodcraft and signs and signaling and how to do +a lot of things, and we rescue people and do all +kinds of stunts and get badges. The Ravens are +going across the mountain on an exploring trip. +I am going to look for a cave and maybe there is +treasure in it. Our patrol animal is the crow, and +it 'most ought to be yours because you live so near +the Raven Rocks."</p> + +<p>Skinny had run down by this time, although Bill +was winding him up like a clock behind his back +and making a clicking noise with his tongue.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span></p> + +<p>"G'wan!" said he, turning around and catching +him at it, "or I'll biff you one."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps I'd better add a little to that explanation," +said Mr. Norton.</p> + +<p>Then he told all about it, much as he had told +us that first time, and about Scout law; what it +meant to be a Scout; how it made boys manly, and +how much fun they would have.</p> + +<p>"What I want is a troop," said he, when he had +finished the story. "Several patrols together are +called a troop. I would be in charge as Scoutmaster. +Raven Patrol is now in pretty good shape. +We are going on a camping expedition in a few +weeks and we'll have a good chance to practise up +on signaling, swimming, following trails through +the woods, and things like that. Next year I +should like to take a whole troop along. +What do you say? Suppose you go over by +that other stone and talk about it among yourselves."</p> + +<p>"I know what I'll say, right now," said Jim, +"but perhaps we'd better talk it over just the +same."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span></p> + +<p>We saw them whispering together for about five +minutes. Then they came back.</p> + +<p>"We'll do it," said Jim. "And we'll do the +best we can, only we may make mistakes at first. +We are going to take the American eagle for our +patrol animal on account of this being the Fourth +of July."</p> + +<p>"Everybody makes mistakes," Mr. Norton told +him, "but the boy or the man who has the right +stuff in him never makes the same mistake twice. +Suppose that you elect a patrol leader to-night before +we separate, because we shall want to consult +together a great deal in the next few days and I +shall be too busy to see you all."</p> + +<p>"Jim," they began to yell, all keeping time. +"Jim! Jim! Jim!"</p> + +<p>"Jim, you seem to be elected," said Mr. Norton, +reaching out and shaking hands with him.</p> + +<p>"Speech!" yelled Hank.</p> + +<p>"Ladies and gentlemen," said Benny, getting up +on his feet and bowing right and left, "the Honorable +James Donavan will now say a few words, +if he dast."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span></p> + +<p>Jim looked as if he wanted to run, but in a minute +he braced up.</p> + +<p>"I never made a speech in my life," said he, +"and I ain't going to make one now, but you will +find the Gang true blue. We ain't much on clothes, +and our folks haven't got much money, but we'll +do the best we can, if you will tell us how. And we +are much obliged for taking us in."</p> + +<p>"Three cheers for Captain Donavan and Eagle +Patrol," shouted Mr. Norton, waving his hat. +"Now!"</p> + +<p>I'll bet they heard us down in the village. After +it was quiet again I saw Skinny whispering something +to Bill. Bill nodded his head and passed it +on to Hank, and finally it came to Benny and me, +who sat at the end of the line. We nodded and +began to creep nearer the fire while waiting for +the signal.</p> + +<p>"Caw!" yelled Skinny, all of a sudden, like +you sometimes hear a big crow in the Bellows Pipe.</p> + +<p>As he yelled, he grabbed a burning brand out +of the fire, and the rest of us did the same. Then +we formed a circle and danced a war dance around<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span> +the Gang, whirling our brands in the air until the +sparks flew in the growing darkness and there +seemed to be a ring of fire.</p> + +<p>"Shall we eat 'em alive, my braves?" chanted +Skinny.</p> + +<p>"No," we shouted. "They are brothers."</p> + +<p>"Shall we mop the earth with 'em?"</p> + +<p>"No," we yelled. "They are Scouts."</p> + +<p>"What shall we do?" asked Skinny, stopping +in front of Jim, who was too surprised to say +anything.</p> + +<p>"Give them the glad hand," we answered.</p> + +<p>"'Tis well," said he, grabbing Jim by the hand, +while we did the same to the others.</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you what," said Mr. Norton, a little +later. "I feel so good over this that I'll buy. +Lead me to a soda fountain."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XIV</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>PLANNING A CAMPING TRIP<br /><br /></div> + + +<div class='cap'>WE boys often think of what a fisherman +told us one summer day, out on Illinois +River, at the foot of Buffalo Rock.</div> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 330px;"> +<img src="images/i002.png" width="330" height="500" alt=""IT GIVES ME PAIN," SHE SAID, "TO INFORM YOU THAT THE WOODBOX IS EMPTY."" title="" /> +<span class="caption">"IT GIVES ME PAIN," SHE SAID, "TO INFORM YOU THAT THE WOODBOX IS EMPTY."</span> +</div> + +<p>"Play," said he, "is work that you want to do +and don't have to do," or something like that.</p> + +<p>Ma often says, when she sees us playing, that +if she should make me work that hard I would +think I was abused.</p> + +<p>I guess, maybe, that is so. It surely is some +work to chase uphill and around, play ball, and +do all kinds of stunts, and sometimes when night +comes we feel tired.</p> + +<p>I went home to supper one day, all fagged out, +so tired I hardly could drag one foot after the +other, and flopped down in the nearest chair.</p> + +<p>Ma heard me and put her head in at the door.</p> + +<p>"It gives me pain," she said, "to inform you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span> +that the woodbox is empty and I need a hotter fire +to bake those biscuits that you like so well."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Ma!" I exclaimed. "Can't you get along +until morning. I'm all in."</p> + +<p>"Why, you haven't done a thing to-day!" she +told me.</p> + +<p>I had climbed up and down Bob's Hill six times; +been up to Peck's Falls and the cave once; followed +the brook over rocks and fallen trees to where it +tumbles out of a sunshiny pasture into the shade +of the woods in a great watery sheet; been swimming +in the Basin, on the other side of the valley; +played a match game of baseball at the Eagle +ground; played Indian in Plunkett's woods, tracking +the enemy through the forest; played foot-and-a-half, +until I thought my back would break, and +wrestled with Skinny, until he fell on me like a +thousand of brick. But I hadn't done anything all +day! Oh, no!</p> + +<p>"You don't want me to do it, do you?" she said.</p> + +<p>Of course, I didn't want that; so, tired as I was, +I dragged out to the shed and brought in an armful +of wood.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span></p> + +<p>Just then I heard a whistle, followed by the +caw of a crow from in front of the house, and +I chased out to see what was doing.</p> + +<p>It was Benny. He had come over to tell me that +there would be a Scout meeting at his house that +night.</p> + +<p>"John's too tired," Ma told him. "He hardly +was able to bring in four sticks of wood."</p> + +<p>"I feel better now," I hurried to say. "The +exercise did me good. After I have had some of +your delicious biscuits and some honey, I'll be all +right again. Besides, I'd hate to miss a Scout +meeting; I learn so much there. Will the wood +I brought in last until morning?"</p> + +<p>"I thought Mr. Norton was away?" she +said.</p> + +<p>"He is; but they are going to have a meeting, +anyhow."</p> + +<p>"Oh, please let him go, Mrs. Smith," put in +Benny. "Pedro is our secretary. We can't have +the meeting without him."</p> + +<p>Ma likes Benny so well I just knew she would +have to give in. She knew it, too, I guess, for she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span> +looked at us a minute, sort of smiling to herself; +then she said:</p> + +<p>"Well, if he will come home at nine o'clock and +promise to take a nap to-morrow afternoon, I'll +let him go. He has been losing too much sleep +lately."</p> + +<p>I didn't think much of that nap business. Daytime +wasn't made to sleep in, except, maybe, +the early morning hours when you first wake +up.</p> + +<p>"I'll promise to lie down and shut my eyes," I +told her, "but I can't promise to take a nap, can +I? The sleep may not come."</p> + +<p>That is true. I've laid awake a lot of times fifteen +or twenty minutes and maybe more, at night, +trying hard to go to sleep and not feeling a bit +sleepy.</p> + +<p>That is why I was in bed when Skinny came +around the next afternoon. He knew that I would +be, and instead of coming into the back yard and +up on the stoop, as he usually does, he went up the +drive between our house and Phillips' and whistled +softly under my window.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span></p> + +<p>With one bound I was out of bed and looking +down at him. He had on his Scout uniform, and +his rope was wound around his shoulders.</p> + +<p>I was just going to tell him to wait until I +could come downstairs, when he put one finger to +his lips, then looked up and down the drive to see +who was watching. There was nobody in sight. +Ma was taking a nap in her room and I guess Mrs. +Phillips was, too, across the way.</p> + +<p>"S-s-t!" he hissed. "Are you alone?"</p> + +<p>I nodded. It didn't seem safe to say anything.</p> + +<p>"You ain't chained to the bed, or nothin', are +you?"</p> + +<p>"Nary a chain," I told him. "We are all out +of chains."</p> + +<p>"'Tis well!" said he, coiling up the rope in one +hand and getting ready to throw. "Quick, now, +and mum's the word!"</p> + +<p>I caught the rope as it came in through the +window and fastened one end to the bed. Then +I threw out the other end, climbed out myself, and +shinned down.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span></p> + +<p>"What's the matter?" I asked, as soon as I had +reached the ground.</p> + +<p>"Let's go around and untie the rope; then I'll +tell you."</p> + +<p>A few minutes later he was showing me a letter +which he had from Mr. Norton, who was away on +business. This is what the letter said:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"<span class="smcap">Dear Fellows</span>:—I shall be at home in a few +days and should like to have a meeting of Raven +Patrol to talk up our camping trip. Are you +thinking about it and planning where to go? The +pasture above Peck's Falls would make an ideal +camp. There is water and sunshine and shade and +old Greylock. That would suit me pretty well, but +it is so near home it might not suit you. If not, +I have a regular trip over the mountain in mind, +one that will take a hike of several days to get us +there. Talk it over among yourselves and ask your +folks about it. Then meet at my house next Saturday +night. We'll decide the matter and begin +to get ready. Yours sincerely,</p> + +<div class='sig'> +"<span class="smcap">Charles Norton</span>, Scoutmaster."<br /> +</div></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Ain't he a brick?" said Skinny, when he had +finished reading. "What do you say, old Scout?"</p> + +<p>"I say hike," I told him. "That pasture above +Peck's Falls is where Tom Chapin tried to paralyze +a bull by the power of the human eye, like the +school reader says, and got thrown over the stone +wall by the critter. No more of that for muh!"</p> + +<p>"We'd have a rope along, you know."</p> + +<p>"Yes, and who'd tie it and what would the bull +be doing all that time?"</p> + +<p>"I'd rather go over the mountain on a hike, myself," +he said. "Come on, let's ask the other +boys."</p> + +<p>"Wait a minute while I fill the woodbox," I told +him.</p> + +<p>Skinny helped me do that and we were soon on +our way.</p> + +<p>The other boys felt just as we did about it. Of +course, it is always fun to be near our cave and +it is a fine place to get into when it rains, but we +could go there any old time.</p> + +<p>The folks seemed to think near home would be +better, until we told them about the bull and how<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span> +near we all came to getting killed. They had forgotten +about that and so had we, almost.</p> + +<p>Finally Pa settled it for me.</p> + +<p>"I am willing to leave it to Mr. Norton," he +said. "As long as he goes with you I don't care +much where you go, for I know that he will take +as good care of you as I could myself. His hold +on you boys is remarkable and I am willing to back +him in anything that he wants to do. I'll say this +much, however. He is going to have his hands full +when he undertakes to look after you boys for a +week or two at a time."</p> + +<p>We hardly could wait until Saturday night to +hear Mr. Norton's plan and decide what to do.</p> + +<p>He seemed glad to see us when the time came, +only he wouldn't hurry the meeting or leave anything +out. Skinny, being patrol leader, always +acted as chairman and pounded the table, when +he could find one to pound.</p> + +<p>"The meetin' will come to order," said he, looking +around for something to thump and not finding +anything but Bill Wilson, who dodged out of +the way.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span></p> + +<p>"The secretary will call the roll."</p> + +<p>I called the names of the boys, and each one in +turn arose and gave the Scout salute, first to Mr. +Norton, then to Skinny.</p> + +<p>"Is there any business to come before this 'ere +meetin'?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"Mr. President," I said, jumping up.</p> + +<p>"The gentleman from Park Street," said Skinny, +as big as life, just as Pa had taught us to do at +meetings in our barn.</p> + +<p>"We have with us this evening our Scoutmaster, +who, I think, has something to say."</p> + +<p>"'Tis well," said Skinny. "We'll harken unto +his words of wisdom."</p> + +<p>"Before I speak the words of wisdom which +our patrol leader has so kindly mentioned," laughed +Mr. Norton, "I will ask Mrs. Norton to refresh +and fortify us with some lemonade."</p> + +<p>Benny reached the door almost as soon as she did.</p> + +<p>"Let me do it, Mrs. Norton," he said.</p> + +<p>He grabbed the pitcher and tray and poured out +a glass for her; then went around the circle. It +tasted fine on a warm night.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Mr. Chairman," said Mr. Norton, after we had +emptied the pitcher. "I want to call up the question +of our camping trip. Have you boys thought +about the matter?"</p> + +<p>"We haven't thought of much else," Hank told +him.</p> + +<p>"Well, how about it? Shall we camp out above +Peck's Falls? What do you say, William?"</p> + +<p>"It's too near home," said Bill. "Ma would +get scared the first night and call me back."</p> + +<p>"That certainly would be serious. What do +you say, Mr. Secretary?"</p> + +<p>"I say so, too," I told him. "It's fine up there +and wild and all that, but let's go where we never +have been before."</p> + +<p>"How about it, Mr. President?"</p> + +<p>"It's me for the hike," said Skinny.</p> + +<p>The other boys all said the same.</p> + +<p>"It seems to be unanimous," said Mr. Norton. +"I thought that probably you would feel that way. +Well, this is what I have in mind, in case you decide +to take the trip, instead of remaining near +home. What do you say to hiking straight east<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span> +over Florida Mountain, as far as Deerfield and the +Connecticut River? We can get a horse and carry +our camping outfit and supplies in a wagon. We +can take turns driving. It will rest us, and if anybody +should give out the wagon will come in handy. +We can take as long a time as we want on the +way, camping out each night."</p> + +<p>Mr. Norton stopped and looked at us to see how +we liked the plan. Say, it didn't take him long +to find out. Every boy jumped to his feet and +shouted. Skinny forgot that he was chairman and +started to march around the room, shooting and +striking at the enemy, and we all fell in line after +him except Bill. He stood on his hands, kicked +his feet in the air, and whistled through his +teeth.</p> + +<p>Mr. Norton looked pleased.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Chairman," he said, as soon as we had +taken our places again. "I hardly think it necessary +to put that to a vote except, perhaps, as a +matter of form. The next question is, will your +folks let you go? Sometimes fathers and mothers +have very decided notions about what they want<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span> +their boys to do and more especially what they +don't want them to do."</p> + +<p>I told him what Pa had said about being willing +to have us go anywhere with him, and the +other boys said that their folks felt the same +way.</p> + +<p>"Good! We'll consider that settled and get +down to details as quickly as possible. I should +like to get started in about two weeks, which will +be early in August. We'll call another meeting +in a few days and I'll have a list of the articles +needed and their cost ready to submit to you. I +know where we can get tents, but there are a whole +lot of things we shall need in the woods, besides +things to eat. Is there any more business to come +before the meeting, Mr. Chairman?"</p> + +<p>"There is," said Skinny, who had been scribbling +something on a piece of paper. He handed it to me +to read, and this is what it said:</p> + +<p>"Resolved, that Mr. Norton is great stuff."</p> + +<p>"All that are in favor of the motion salute the +Scoutmaster."</p> + +<p>That ended the meeting. We had to have several<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span> +more like it before we could get everything +ready for the trip.</p> + +<p>"It is early yet," said Mr. Norton. "If you +would like to have me, I'll tell you a story about +what I think was one of the greatest scouting trips +ever undertaken."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XV</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>SCOUTING IN THE GREAT NORTHWEST<br /><br /></div> + + +<div class='cap'>"SOME of you boys went out to Illinois, last +summer," he began. "Did you go as far +as the Mississippi River?"</div> + +<p>"No, but we camped out on the Illinois River," +I told him, "and that flows into the Mississippi."</p> + +<p>"We explored," explained Benny, "just like +LaSalle and Tonty and the other guys did. Skinny +was LaSalle and I was Tonty."</p> + +<p>"LaSalle and Tonty were great scouts. Do you +remember when they made those early explorations?"</p> + +<p>"I think it was somewhere around 1680 or +1681," said Skinny, who was always good in history. +"Mr. Baxter told us all about it while we +were sitting on top of Starved Rock, where LaSalle +once had a fort."</p> + +<p>"There was a great country west of the Mississippi,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span> +about which LaSalle knew very little, although +when he explored the river he took possession +of the land in the name of his king, and he +called the country Louisiana.</p> + +<p>"At that time, with the exception of a few fur +traders and missionaries, all the people who came +to America from the Old World settled along the +Atlantic coast and the Great Lakes, in various colonies. +Some of these afterward became the thirteen +original states of the United States of America.</p> + +<p>"After Thomas Jefferson became president, he +had a chance to buy Louisiana of Napoleon, who +was then at the head of the French government, +and he did so."</p> + +<p>"Huh! Napoleon!" said Skinny. "George +Washington could lick——"</p> + +<p>"Aw, ferget it, can't you?" said Bill. "You +are stopping the story."</p> + +<p>"That gave us a vast territory, reaching from +the Atlantic Ocean to the Rocky Mountains. Nobody +knew very much about it, or about the country +west of the Rockies. Jefferson may have been +looking far into the future when he made the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span> +Louisiana purchase, but probably his more immediate +purpose was to secure undisputed possession +of the wonderful Mississippi River.</p> + +<p>"That was in 1804, only a little more than a +lifetime ago and nearly a century and a half after +LaSalle explored the river and took possession of +the country. Little, if anything, was known about +the country at the time of its purchase by the United +States more than was known in LaSalle's time. A +few hardy traders went up and down the river, +buying furs of friendly Indians, and that was +all.</p> + +<p>"Naturally, after Jefferson had bought it, he +wanted to know something about his purchase. So +he appointed two men to explore the new country. +I want you to remember their names, because they +did a great work. One was Meriwether Lewis and +the other William Clark, and you will find their +trip described in your school history as 'the Lewis +and Clark expedition.' I can't see why their exploration +was not attended by as much danger and +hardship as LaSalle's, which had been undertaken +so many years before. The dense forests and great<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span> +rivers of the West were all unknown and there were +many hostile Indians.</p> + +<p>"What did you boys do, when you made up your +minds to explore the rivers in Illinois last summer?"</p> + +<p>"We built a boat," Hank told him.</p> + +<p>"Exactly. And that was what Lewis and Clark +did, or, rather, it was done for them at Government +expense. A keel boat, fifty-five feet long and drawing +not more than three feet of water, was made +for them at Pittsburgh, where, if you remember, +two rivers unite to form the Ohio. This boat had +places for twenty-two oarsmen and carried a large, +square sail. Steamboats were not known in those +days, although a few years afterward Robert Fulton +ran one on Hudson River. The Government +also provided two smaller boats and loaded them +with coffee, sugar, crackers, dried meats, carpenter's +tools, presents for the Indians, and things like +that. A few horses also were taken along in the +large boat.</p> + +<p>"The leaders selected a crew of twenty-five men, +and one fine day the whole outfit started down the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span> +Ohio River. When they reached the Mississippi +they turned north and soon made their way up +the great river to St. Louis. St. Louis was a +French trading station then. Now it is a large +city. A few years ago the hundredth anniversary +of the Louisiana purchase was celebrated by holding +a world's fair in St. Louis.</p> + +<p>"There more men joined the expedition and +considerable information that President Jefferson +wanted was picked up about the Indian tribes who +lived up and down the river.</p> + +<p>"Finally, May 14, 1804, the explorers started on +the real trip. It wasn't easy work any longer, for +they had to row against the mighty current of the +Mississippi. After they had gone a few miles they +came to another great river, which was pouring a +dirty looking, yellow flood into the Mississippi. +Who can tell me what that river was?"</p> + +<p>"The Missouri," said Benny, who had been +studying about it in school. "The Mississippi +River, with its principal tributary, the Missouri, is +the longest river in the world."</p> + +<p>"Right you are. If you will look on some map<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span> +you will see how it is possible to go in a boat from +Pittsburgh almost across the continent. Lewis and +Clark turned into the Missouri and started for the +then unknown Northwest. They made their way +along very slowly, for the river was swollen with +heavy rains and the current was very strong.</p> + +<p>"After much labor and hardship they managed +to reach the mouth of the Osage River. There +they went into camp and sent out an armed party +to explore the interior. When the party returned +they brought back ten deer and all had a great +feast on the river bank.</p> + +<p>"Once more they breasted the fierce current, +narrowly escaping shipwreck several times. Once +the wind was so strong that they were obliged to +anchor and go ashore. Again they had to pull +their boats along with ropes through some rapids."</p> + +<p>"Betcher life they didn't go without a rope," +said Skinny. "Why——"</p> + +<p>Somebody threw a sofa pillow just then and it +struck exactly where his face happened to be. Before +he could find out who did it Mr. Norton went +on.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span></p> + +<p>"At last they reached the mouth of the Kansas +River. A large city stands there now. Does +anybody know the name of it?"</p> + +<p>"That is too far from home," said Benny. "I +know what city is at the mouth of Hoosac River. +There ain't any."</p> + +<p>"Kansas City now stands where they went +into camp. They divided into two parties. +One went out after game, so that there should +be plenty to eat, and the other explored the +country."</p> + +<p>"It's fun to explore," said Bill.</p> + +<p>"Probably these men found a certain pleasure +in it, notwithstanding the hardships. They were +seeing something new every day. After a time +they started once more and late in July reached +the mouth of the Platte River. They had heard +that a tribe of Indians were living near there, so +Lewis and Clark went out with a party to find +them and tell them that the country now belonged +to the Great Father at Washington. Under some +bluffs, opposite the present city of Omaha, they +sat in council with the Indians, made them gifts,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span> +and smoked the peace pipe. The Indians didn't +seem to care who owned the country so long as +they received presents and had room enough to +hunt. A city now stands on those bluffs where the +Indian council was held. I guess you can tell me +the name of that one."</p> + +<p>"Council Bluffs," said two or three of us at the +same time.</p> + +<p>"Then on went the explorers up the river, +through a wonderful country. Vast prairies, covered +with grass and without any trees, stretched +away in every direction, as far as they could see, +and great herds of buffalo roamed up and down. +On they went, through what is now Nebraska; then +through South Dakota; then, North Dakota, where +some fierce Indians dwelt. Another council was +held and more presents were given. When the boat +was about to put off after this council, the Indians +grabbed hold of the cable and held it. They +wouldn't let go."</p> + +<p>"Great snakes!" said Bill. "I'll bet they didn't +do a thing to those Injuns. I'll bet they paralyzed +them. They had guns, didn't they?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes, and they did sort of paralyze the savages, +I guess.</p> + +<p>"'Take aim but don't fire,' Lewis told his men.</p> + +<p>"The next second those Indians were looking +into the muzzles of about twenty-five guns."</p> + +<p>"That's the stuff!" shouted Skinny, swinging +his arms and then pretending to shoot. "Did they +kill them all?"</p> + +<p>"I am afraid that you boys are a little bloodthirsty," +said Mr. Norton. "They didn't shoot at +all. When the Indians saw the pointed guns they +dropped the cable and pretended that all they +wanted was to do some more trading. The white +men were glad enough to let it go at that and get +away as quickly as possible.</p> + +<p>"It soon became necessary to go into camp for +the winter. An island in the river was chosen +for the purpose and they spent the winter there. +The Indians in the vicinity proved to be friendly. +They never had seen white men before, possibly +that was the reason. Some of the things which +are very common to us seemed wonderful to them. +Do you remember how I lighted the fire one day,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span> +when we wanted to cook dinner on Bob's Hill and +had forgotten the matches?"</p> + +<p>"With a sunglass," I told him.</p> + +<p>"Well, that didn't seem very astonishing to us +because we were used to it, but the Indians had +never seen a sunglass. They started their fires by +rubbing two sticks together. Even the whites had +to use a flint and steel, for the art of making matches +hadn't been discovered. Captain Clark carried a +sunglass in his pocket. One day he went to an +Indian village, intending to smoke a peace pipe +with the chief. As he was entering the village, he +saw some wild geese flying over and shot one. The +Indians heard what seemed to be thunder and saw +the goose fall, and it scared them. They ran into +their wigwams and closed the skin doors. Soon +after Captain Clark came up to the wigwam of the +chief, without thinking he was doing anything out +of the ordinary, he pulled out his sunglass and +lighted his pipe with it.</p> + +<p>"The frightened Indians were peeking out of +their wigwams, and when they saw the white man +start a blaze in his pipe by holding up one hand,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span> +they felt sure that he was a spirit. The Redskins +gave one yell and ran into the woods. It was a +long time before they could be made to understand.</p> + +<p>"Spring came at last and the impatient party +started up the river again. The way grew more +and more difficult. They were now a long distance +from the mouth of the river, and the water was +shallow in places and filled with dangerous rocks. +Often they had to get out and wade, pulling the +boats along by the cables.</p> + +<p>"May 26 they passed the mouth of the Yellowstone +River and for the first time saw the Rocky +Mountains in the distance, covered with snow and +looking very grand. They were then in Montana, +or what we now call Montana.</p> + +<p>"In June they heard the roaring of a cataract, +and Lewis started out afoot to find it. After he +had traveled for hours he climbed a cliff and at +last looked down upon the cataract. So far as we +know he was the first white man who had ever +seen it, although thousands see it every year now. +The cascades of the Missouri stretch for thirteen<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span> +miles, with foaming rapids between. It is a great +sight."</p> + +<p>"Gee, Peck's Falls ain't in it," said Skinny. +"Did he find a cave?"</p> + +<p>"History fails to mention a cave. Lewis went +back and ordered the boats to proceed up the river +as far as the first rapids. The question was, how +to get around those cascades. They couldn't go +up the river, so they had to get the boats around +in some way. Their horses had died during the +winter. There was nothing to do but drag the +boats around eighteen miles. The men went to +work and made rough carts, felled trees, cleared +away bushes, dug out rocks, leveled off the ground, +and pulled, pushed, and struggled on, until at last +the work was accomplished and the boats were +launched again in the river above the rapids.</p> + +<p>"But soon the river became too shallow for the +large boat and they had to stop again. Then they +cut down trees and made 'dugouts.' They paddled +on until finally they came to a most wonderful +place. We think that the ravine below Peck's Falls +and that at the Basin are grand and beautiful, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span> +so they are, but they found a great canyon, whose +walls in places were a thousand feet high.</p> + +<p>"Beyond this canyon they could not go in their +boats, for they were at the foot of the first range +of the Rockies. They had to leave their boats there +and climb. But, first, Lewis started out alone to +find some Indians for guides.</p> + +<p>"The brave man made his way to the top of the +ridge and looked down into the valley beyond. In +that valley flowed a river, and far up the stream +he could see an Indian village. It was the home +of the Shoshones. He managed to reach the village, +and by offering presents induced some of the +Indians to go back with him, bringing horses, and +to guide his men across the mountains.</p> + +<p>"The trip was a very perilous one, even with +guides, and it took them a whole month to cross. +Up, up they climbed, so high that they could not +find any game to shoot. One by one, the horses +died from exhaustion, and the starving men ate the +flesh to keep themselves alive.</p> + +<p>"After terrible hardships, they finally left the +mountains behind and came upon streams which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span> +flowed toward the west. Here they rested, secured +a new supply of food, built new boats, and then, +when all was ready, paddled down the Lewis and +Clark rivers into the broad Columbia, which, as +you know, pours its waters into the Pacific Ocean. +They had crossed the entire country from Pittsburgh +to the Pacific, and made the whole trip by +water except that terrible journey across the Rocky +Mountains.</p> + +<p>"It was now November and they were forced +to go into camp once more to spend the winter +months. In the spring they started on the long +journey home again and at last reached Washington, +where they told the President about the vast +Northwest and what a great country he had purchased +from France."</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you what let's do," said Benny, after +Mr. Norton had finished. "When we start on our +trip let's play we are Lewis and Clark 'sploring the +country."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XVI</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>CLOUDBURST ON GREYLOCK<br /><br /></div> + + +<div class='cap'>SKINNY says that if they would let him run +the weather he wouldn't have it rain daytimes +during vacation. All of us Boy Scouts feel that +way, too, because, what's the use? The days are +made for boys to have fun in and the nights are +made to sleep. So, why not have it rain nights +when folks are sleeping?</div> + +<p>Anyhow, it rained that August as we never had +seen it rain before and never want to see it again. +It began in the night, all right, just like rain ought +to do, but it didn't stop. When day came it seemed +to take a fresh start and kept going. It rained all +day long and we couldn't have any fun at all. +When it came time to go to bed it quit for a spell, +but it started up again before morning. It wasn't +any drizzle, either. It came down in bucketfuls, +until I thought the village would be washed away +and that even Bob's Hill would float off.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</a></span></p> + +<p>Along about ten o'clock in the morning it let up, +and pretty soon, who should come along but Skinny +and Bill, barefooted and with old clothes on. They +were worried about the cave, and so was I. While +it was raining so hard I thought about it a lot.</p> + +<p>You see, our cave is a little below Peck's Falls, +on the bank of the brook. There are two entrances. +One goes in from the top on the upper +side. You first go down into a hole and then +wriggle through an opening, until you come out +into the real cave. We don't use that one except +when we want to escape from the enemy, or something +like that.</p> + +<p>The one we use is below, right at the edge of +the water, and leads straight into the real cave. +The floor of the cave is even with the water at +the entrance and then slopes back a little out of +the wet.</p> + +<p>Once a flood filled the cave and nearly drowned +us. We should have been drowned, if Tom Chapin +hadn't been with us. He dove down through the +hole into the upper cave and then pulled us through +after him. After that we built a dam so that it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span> +would not happen again. I told all about that once +in the doings of the Band. What we were worrying +about was the dam's giving way.</p> + +<p>Almost always in summer the brook is fine. It +pours a clear stream down over the rocks and kind +of talks to us and sings, so that we like to be in +the cave and listen to it. But sometimes in the +spring of the year, when the snow on the mountain +is melting and old winter is running away into the +valley, and sometimes after very hard rains, the +water roars over the falls and then dashes down +through the gulch and over the rocks below, like +some wild beast. At those times, it is a good place +to keep away from, unless you have a dam or a +cave that needs looking after.</p> + +<p>"Get your hat, Pedro, and come on," said Skinny. +"We want to see about the dam. If it washes out +the water will fill our cave."</p> + +<p>"And bring a shovel," added Bill. "We'd +brought one, only your house is so much nearer."</p> + +<p>"All right," I told them. "Whistle for Benny, +while I'm getting it."</p> + +<p>The four of us went up through the orchard<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span> +and took the road around the hill to the top because +the rain had made it too slippery to climb +straight up. We knew by the roaring of the water, +long before we came in sight, that Peck's Falls +were going it for all they were worth.</p> + +<p>When we finally, one after another, crept out on +the ledge of Pulpit Rock, in front of the falls, the +sight almost scared us. It was great, the way the +water came down, fairly jumping from rock to +rock, until with a final leap and roar, it plunged, all +white and foaming, into an angry pool below; then +dashed off, with a snarl, through the ravine.</p> + +<p>"Gee-whillikens!" said Skinny. "Those are +some falls, all right. How'd you like to go in +swimming?"</p> + +<p>"It would just about use a fellow up to go +through there," I told him. "Boost me up so that +I can look down at the cave."</p> + +<p>"We'll boost Benny," he said. "He isn't so +heavy."</p> + +<p>The pulpit part reaches up several feet above +the narrow ledge like a wall, and back of it there +is a straight drop, a hundred feet or more down.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span></p> + +<p>"The cave is all right, I guess," Benny told us, +when we had held him up so that he could see over +without getting dizzy. "I can see where the upper +entrance is, but, say, the brook is fierce."</p> + +<p>We crept off from the rock and made our way +carefully down the side of the ravine to the cave.</p> + +<p>It was as Benny had said. The dam had held +and was keeping the water from flooding the cave. +The upper entrance was all right, although it was +too muddy to use. The water had backed up +around the lower entrance and part way into the +cave, but beyond it was dry.</p> + +<p>The little mountain brook had turned into a torrent, +raging along like some wild beast, and foaming +over the rocks below, almost like Peck's Falls. +Just above these smaller falls, a tree, which had +been carried down into the ravine, stretched across +the stream from rock to rock, with its slippery trunk +about two feet above the water.</p> + +<p>"I guess everything is all right," said Skinny, +"but maybe we'd better fix the dam a little. Gee, +but it's getting dark in here."</p> + +<p>We worked a few minutes, throwing rocks and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span> +dirt against the dam. I had just stood off to say +that I thought it would hold now, when Skinny +gave an awful yell and slipped off from a rock, on +which he had been standing, into the flood.</p> + +<p>I made a grab for him and missed, and in a second +he was whirled down the stream.</p> + +<p>It is queer how much thinking one can do in a +second. I thought of the rocks and of the falls +below and of how nobody could go through without +being pounded against the stones.</p> + +<p>I was afraid to look, until I heard another yell. +Then we yelled, too, for there was Skinny clinging +to the tree which stretched across the stream, just +above the lower falls, and yelling to beat the band.</p> + +<p>The water pulled and tore at his legs, dragging +them under the tree and to the very edge of the +rock which formed the falls. On his face was +such a look, when we came near, that I knew he +could not hang on much longer.</p> + +<p>"Hold on tight, Skinny," I called. "We are +coming."</p> + +<p>It did not take us long to get there, but when +we came opposite to where he was hanging we<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span> +could not reach him, and the log was too slippery +to walk on.</p> + +<p>"Can't you work yourself along the tree?" I +asked. "We can't reach, and even if we could +walk out I don't see how we'd ever get back."</p> + +<p>He shook his head in despair.</p> + +<p>"I can hardly hold on at all," he told us. "I'll +have to let go in a minute, if you don't do something. +Get the rope. You always want a rope."</p> + +<p>I hadn't thought of the rope which we have +kept in the cave since the time I told about, when +the flood came near drowning us.</p> + +<p>Then Bill, being corporal, pulled himself together.</p> + +<p>"Run to the cave for the rope," said he, "while +I hold him."</p> + +<p>Before we could say a word or stop him, he +straddled the tree and began to work his way out, +hitching himself along with his hands.</p> + +<p>"Run," he yelled again, when he saw us looking +with pale faces. "Skinny saved me and I'll save +him, if it takes a leg."</p> + +<p>We were halfway to the cave before he had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span> +finished speaking. I helped Benny in through the +water, holding him to make sure that he wouldn't +slip, and in two or three seconds he was out again +with the rope.</p> + +<p>We found Bill clinging to the slippery tree with +both legs and holding Skinny by the collar with +both hands. Skinny had a fresh grip and was +hanging on for all he was worth.</p> + +<p>We tied a slip noose in one end of the rope and +threw it to Bill.</p> + +<p>"You'll have to let go with one hand at a time, +Skinny," I heard him say. "Wait until I get a +better grip. Now!"</p> + +<p>I saw Skinny let go for a second with his left +hand. Bill hung to his collar with one hand and +with the other put the loop over his head and +under his arm. Then Skinny grabbed hold again +and did the same with the other hand.</p> + +<p>"Pull her tight, boys. Easy now."</p> + +<p>We pulled until the noose tightened under +Skinny's shoulders. Then we waded into the water +as far as we dared and pulled steadily on the rope. +Skinny scrambled along through the water, digging<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[241]</a></span> +his finger nails into the bark, with Bill holding on +to his collar as long as he could reach.</p> + +<p>By the time we had him out it had grown so +dark that we hardly could see Bill, but we knew +he was out there because we heard him say "great +snakes."</p> + +<p>"Throw me the rope," he called.</p> + +<p>He put the noose around his own shoulders, and +with our help was soon standing on the ground.</p> + +<p>"I swam her all right," said Skinny, "but I +hadn't ought to have done it. Ma told me not to +go swimming to-day."</p> + +<p>Just as he said that something seemed to shut us +in. The light was blotted out and we stood there +in the dark, scared and wet, wondering what was +going to happen.</p> + +<p>We groped our way along until we reached the +cave and crawled in through the water. I didn't +like to do it because I knew that if the dam should +give way the cave would be flooded. But we had +made it stronger and we had the rope to climb +out by at the upper hole, if the worst should come.</p> + +<p>The water didn't reach far into the cave, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[242]</a></span> +soon we had a light, for we always keep candles +and matches there.</p> + +<p>It didn't seem so scary when we could see, sitting +down together on a piece of old carpet which +the folks had given us, where we had sat many +times before.</p> + +<p>What happened next, they say, was a cloudburst. +Something burst, anyhow. Skinny had just +grinned and said that he thought maybe it was +going to rain, when it started.</p> + +<p>And rain! Say, we never had seen it rain before. +It came down in chunks and pailfuls. +Pretty soon the water began to creep farther into +the cave, and we got out the rope and made ready +to crawl through into the other part, if it should +come much farther.</p> + +<p>But the dam held, and there we were, snug and +safe, with our candle throwing dancing shadows, +and up against one side of the cave, where we had +hung it long before, our motto:</p> + +<p>"Resolved, that the Boys of Bob's Hill are going +to make good."</p> + +<p>Then we heard a distant roar, different from<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span> +anything we ever had heard before and different +from any other noise the storm was making. It +scared us because we couldn't think what it was.</p> + +<p>"Gee!" said Skinny. "What's broke loose, +now?"</p> + +<p>"Great snakes!" I heard Bill say. "I wish I +hadn't come."</p> + +<p>Benny didn't say anything, but he grabbed my +hand and by the way he hung on I knew he was +doing a lot of thinking.</p> + +<p>That roar seemed to be the end of the storm, +for the rain stopped as quickly as it had come. It +began to grow light again and somewhere in the +woods we heard a bird singing.</p> + +<p>We were glad enough to get out into daylight +once more and make our way back to the road.</p> + +<p>"Let's see what it was that roared so," I said. +"It isn't going to rain any more and Skinny is +nearly dry."</p> + +<p>We could see great patches of blue sky and +knew that the storm was over.</p> + +<p>The roaring had seemed to come from the mountain, +so we climbed up the road and went into a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span> +field beyond the woods, from which we usually can +see old Greylock looming up, only looking different, +it is so near.</p> + +<p>This time we couldn't see him at all. The sky +was clear overhead, but clouds still hung about the +mountain, shutting him from sight.</p> + +<p>Then, as we stood there, the noise came again, +only worse this time, and right in front of us. +The ground seemed to tremble under our feet and +from somewhere, back of the cloud which covered +the mountainside, came a mighty roaring and grinding +that was awful.</p> + +<p>We stood there, clinging to each other and wondering +if the end of the world had come, when +suddenly the cloud lifted and Skinny yelled:</p> + +<p>"Look! Look!"</p> + +<p>Down the face of Greylock, where before trees +had been growing, water was pouring over a great, +white scar, which reached from top to bottom, +nearly to where we stood, and over to the south +was a smaller scar.</p> + +<p>"Guess what," said Benny. "Greylock is crying. +What do you know about that?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span></p> + +<p>There had been two landslides, the only ones +we ever had known to happen on the mountain.</p> + +<p>And to this day, as far as you can see Greylock, +you will see those white scars of bare rock, stretching +down his face, as if some monstrous giant had +clawed him, but, of course, no water after that +first time.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XVII</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>ON THE WAY AT LAST<br /><br /></div> + + +<div class='cap'>FOLKS in our town think that white streaks +down the face of Greylock do not improve +his looks any, but to us boys they seem like scars +won in battle. We feel like cheering some mornings, +when we see him fighting to break away from +storm clouds which wrap him around.</div> + +<p>At first we can see nothing but clouds from +where we stand on Bob's Hill. Then, the clouds +begin to lift a little and Peck's Falls woods gradually +come into view. A little later the very tiptop +of the mountain begins to show, floating like an +island in an ocean of mist. While we look, the +clouds fall away still more, making the island +larger and larger, and the bottom mists roll up +the wooded sides of the hill.</p> + +<p>In a few minutes old Greylock throws them off +altogether and stands there, with his scars showing,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span> +except that across his face a narrow cloud +sometimes hangs like a billowy screen, giving him, +Ma says, a look of majesty as if God was living +there.</p> + +<p>Anyhow, we boys can't help cheering when the +mountain shakes off his bonds and stands forth +like a giant Scout, telling us to be cheerful and +brave and reverent and all that.</p> + +<p>The great rains did more than scar the face of +Greylock. They kept us from starting on our trip +at the time we had planned to go.</p> + +<p>"Wait until the woods dry out," Mr. Norton +told us. "The roads are too muddy now to think +of starting, and you couldn't have any fun if the +woods were wet. A week of sunshine will fix +things all right."</p> + +<p>We hated to wait, but there was plenty to do +getting ready, so that the time did not seem long.</p> + +<p>"We'll carry no firearms," he went on. "Guns +seemed necessary when this was a wilderness, but +we are going over a fairly well traveled road. +Scouts do not believe in wanton killing, anyway."</p> + +<p>"How about bears?" asked Skinny, anxiously.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I have made careful inquiries and have not +found anybody who has seen a bear along that road +in years. I know you found one near the Savoy +road, or he found you, but that cub was as badly +frightened as you were. Should any of us see a +bear, which is not at all likely, I don't believe there +is anything in Scout law to keep us from running +one way while the bear is running another."</p> + +<p>"I don't know about a Scout's running," Skinny +told him. "Of course I ran, but I didn't run far, +only to the nearest tree, so that I could lasso him +better."</p> + +<p>"Well, that's all right. Run to the nearest tree +and then give the Scout signal. Some of the noises +which you boys make, especially William, would +scare a whole drove of bears."</p> + +<p>"Anyhow, I'm going to carry my rope."</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you what we can do. We'll put in +the week making bows and arrows. Every boy +should carry with him a good bow, made of hickory, +hemlock, or mountain ash, and a quiver full of +arrows. You never will have a better chance to +become experts in archery."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span></p> + +<p>We thought that we would make them of hemlock, +because there are plenty of hemlock trees up +above Peck's Falls and in Plunkett's woods, but +Mr. Norton told us that we ought to make them +of seasoned wood. The next day he sent some +seasoned hickory over to our barn and we made +the bows and arrows of that.</p> + +<p>We took a lot of pains with them, and a carpenter +that Hank knew helped us some. Before +the week was over we had some weapons which +Skinny said he knew we could scare a bear with, +anyhow. Each Scout's bow was about as long as +himself and an inch thick in the center. The ends +were shaved down until they bent evenly. For +string, we used strong, unbleached linen threads, +twisted together. Benny made his bow so stiff at +first that he couldn't bend it, but Hank showed +him how to shave it down, until he could draw the +string back twenty-three inches, like the book says.</p> + +<p>The arrows gave us the most trouble because +they had to be so straight and round. We made +them twenty-five inches long and about three-eighths +of an inch thick, and we glued turkey<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span> +feathers on near the notched end. The other end +we fitted into a brass ferrule, to keep the wood from +splitting. The arrows looked fine, when we had +them made and painted. Each boy painted his a +different way, so that we could tell which one killed +the bear.</p> + +<p>Mr. Norton showed us how to make guards for +the left wrist, to keep the bow cord from striking +it. To protect the fingers of the right hand, we +used an old leather glove, with the thumb and +little finger cut away.</p> + +<p>I'll never forget the morning we started. After +breakfast the boys, all in uniform, came over to +my house. Pretty soon Mr. Norton drove up in +a light wagon, loaded with tents, camp outfit, and +things to eat.</p> + +<p>We greeted him with cheers, and when he had +come close gave him the Scout salute.</p> + +<p>"Come on, boys. Let's get started, if you are +ready," he said. "We have a long walk ahead of +us, if we expect to camp on Florida Mountain to-night."</p> + +<p>"Great snakes!" said Bill. "That listens good<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</a></span> +to little Willie!" And he gave a yell that brought +people out of their houses, all up and down Park +Street.</p> + +<p>"Boys," said Pa, just as we were starting, "remember +that your folks are trusting you and, as we +understand it, a Scout's honor is to be trusted. Remember, +too, that it is a Scout's duty to obey +orders and that the one to give you orders while +you are away is Mr. Norton. And let me add that +he has my full sympathy. If he isn't worn to a +frazzle before he gets back, I'll miss my guess."</p> + +<p>In another minute we were off, the folks calling +good-bys after us and shouting for us to remember +this and not to forget that and not to do something +else.</p> + +<p>Mr. Norton drove the horse at the start because +he knew that we would want to march through +town, and away we went, with our bows and arrows +on our backs, and Skinny, with his rope and +hatchet, which he called his tomahawk.</p> + +<p>At the Gingham Ground we found the boys of +Eagle Patrol drawn up by the side of the road. +They saluted and cheered as we passed.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span></p> + +<p>"If we have good luck this time, we'll take you +next year," called Mr. Norton. "I'm new at the +business, myself, and eight youngsters are all I +want to tackle the first time."</p> + +<p>"Skinny! Oh, Skinny-y-y!" yelled Jim, when +we were almost out of hearing.</p> + +<p>We stopped and waited to find out what was +wanted.</p> + +<p>"Don't kill all the game-e-e. Save some for +seed."</p> + +<p>Skinny's only answer was to wave his tomahawk. +Then we marched on toward North Adams, +and at nearly every house we passed people came +to the door to see what was going on. It made us +feel proud.</p> + +<p>We took turns riding, two or three boys in +the wagon at a time, because Mr. Norton said that +he didn't want us to get all tired out before we +started and that we shouldn't be really started until +we came to the mountain.</p> + +<p>The day was fine and the roads were getting +dusty again. We were so happy that almost before +we knew it we came to the foot of a hill, which led<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</a></span> +up into the mountain, and there we stopped to eat +lunch.</p> + +<p>Before leaving home, I asked Pa why they called +it Florida Mountain and why they called a little +town on top Florida, and he said because that was +its name. Anyhow, they call 'em that. Before +Hoosac Tunnel was built under the mountain, a +stage coach made regular trips over it, along the +road we were going to take. That was the only +way people had to get to Greenfield and the other +towns on the east side, without going south to +Pittsfield and from there going over Mount Washington +on the Boston & Albany Railroad. Now, +there is a big hole under the mountain, more than +four miles long, and trains go through in a few +minutes.</p> + +<p>After we had eaten and had a good rest, we +started up a road, which we could see winding +up the mountainside, far above us.</p> + +<p>"Now, boys," said Mr. Norton, "we don't have +to make this trip all in one day. We are out for +fun and to learn something about scouting; if we +climb too far in this hot sun it will get to be work<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[254]</a></span> +instead of play. I propose that we climb slowly, +taking plenty of time to enjoy the wonderful views +that will unfold before us with every turn of the +road. You boys can stop whenever you feel like +it, to rest, or explore, or shoot. Before we get to +the top, we'll pitch our tents near some spring, in +full view of the valley and setting sun. We'll plan +it so as to have several hours of daylight left after +we go into camp for the night. What do you +say?"</p> + +<p>That suited us all right and away we went, +with Benny driving, and the old horse moving along +in good shape.</p> + +<p>Say, no tunnels for us, after this! Tunnels are +all right when you are in a hurry. But were we +in a hurry? I guess not!</p> + +<p>It was just as Mr. Norton had told us. At every +turn of the road, and mountain roads wind around +with a lot of turns instead of going straight up, +we stopped to look back over the valley. And +every time we stopped it looked different. It was +great. And the higher we climbed, the better it +looked and the farther we could see, until the whole<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[255]</a></span> +valley lay before us, all the way to Pittsfield and +west toward the Hudson. To the north, the Green +Mountains of Vermont looked blue in the distance. +Across the valley, on the south, old Greylock put +his head up above the other peaks and watched us, +wondering, we thought, why we were going up +Florida Mountain instead of climbing over him.</p> + +<p>"Hurray!" yelled Skinny. "I'm Captain Clark, +exploring the great Northwest."</p> + +<p>"I'm Captain Lewis," shouted Benny, strutting +around and waving his bow.</p> + +<p>"Me Injun chief," said Bill. "Ugh! Heap +pale face get lost. No find trail. Injun show um +way."</p> + +<p>Then he gave such a yell that it scared the horse +and we hardly could keep up.</p> + +<p>About four o'clock in the afternoon we came to +a spring near the top of the mountain, and a little +beyond, through the trees, we could see a grassy +slope, just the place for our camp.</p> + +<p>"This looks good to me," said Mr. Norton, driving +up to the side of the road and blocking the +wheels of the wagon. "We'll give the horse a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[256]</a></span> +drink after he cools off a little and unload the +things which we shall need to-night."</p> + +<p>It looked like an Indian village there, when we +had finished setting the tents up. For beds we +went into the woods and cut branches of hemlock, +which we wove into mattresses and covered with +blankets.</p> + +<p>"Let's play 'Hunt the Deer,'" said Skinny, +when all was ready for the night and Mr. Norton +had sat down to rest on a rock, overlooking the +valley.</p> + +<p>"All right, boys," he told us. "I want you to +have the time of your lives on this trip and I +know that even a view like this will not long +satisfy a boy. But don't go far and remember +your Scout training. You will usually find moss +on the north side of tree trunks."</p> + +<p>"We know that," said Skinny. "We tried it +once on Greylock, when we were lost, and it worked +all right."</p> + +<p>"You can't get lost. I believe I could hear +William call anywhere on the mountain. The sun +is shining and your shadows will point east. Come<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[257]</a></span> +back in time for supper. I'll be cook to-night, but +after this you boys will have to take turns."</p> + +<p>"We'll get back in time, never fear," Skinny told +him. "We are hungry enough now to gnaw the +bark off the trees."</p> + +<p>Then he grabbed a bag which was stuffed with +hay, put an ear of corn in his pocket, and +started.</p> + +<p>"Give me ten minutes," he said.</p> + +<p>It was a game which we had read about in the +book. The stuffed bag was the deer and the corn +was for the trail. The game was for Skinny to +scatter corn along, making a crooked trail for us +to follow, and then to hide the deer somewhere for +us to find.</p> + +<p>After Skinny had made a good start, we scattered, +looking for the trail—corn, footprints, and +other signs.</p> + +<p>It was great fun and not easy for beginners +like we were. Sometimes we lost the trail altogether. +Then one of us would pick it up again, +where Skinny maybe had doubled back toward the +camp.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[258]</a></span></p> + +<p>Finally Bill caught sight of the bag in some +bushes and yelled:</p> + +<p>"Deer!"</p> + +<p>Hank hurried up and called, "Second!" I saw +it third and all the boys soon after except Benny. +He had lost the trail and was beating around in +the woods somewhere, out of sight and hearing.</p> + +<p>It was Bill's first shot and he had to stand where +he was when he first saw the deer. He took out +an arrow, aimed carefully, and fired. The arrow +went so fast that I believe it almost would have +killed a real deer if it had hit him, but he aimed +too high and it went over.</p> + +<p>Then Hank stepped five paces toward the deer +and shot. He missed. I stepped up five paces +more and I missed. Harry went five paces closer +and was the first to hit it. After that we all shot +from where he had stood, until we all had +hit it.</p> + +<p>Skinny had come up and I was just asking him +if he had seen Benny, when we heard a great crashing +through the bushes and in a minute he came in +sight, running like sixty.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[259]</a></span></p> + +<p>He was almost tuckered out when he reached us +and had only breath enough left to say:</p> + +<p>"Run! It's a bear!"</p> + +<p>We ran, all right, but after a little I looked +back and could see that there was nothing following.</p> + +<p>"Hold up—a minute," I panted. "It—ain't a-comin'."</p> + +<p>"Where was it, Benny?" I asked, when they had +come back. "Where did you see it?"</p> + +<p>"I didn't see it. I only heard it. It was stepping +around in the bushes and I heard it grunt. I +didn't wait to see it."</p> + +<p>"I wish I had my rope," said Skinny. "I left +it in the wagon. Come on, anyhow. We'll surround +the critter and shoot him."</p> + +<p>Skinny scared us when he said that. I could +feel cold chills chasing up and down my back bone, +when I thought of surrounding a live bear.</p> + +<p>"Great snakes!" said Bill. "I hope it's a big +one, so Skinny can hit it. He couldn't hit a little +one."</p> + +<p>"I couldn't, couldn't I?" said he. "I'll show<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[260]</a></span> +you whether I can hit it or not. Come on. I'll +dare you to."</p> + +<p>That settled it. We weren't going to take a dare, +but I was hoping all the time that the bear had +run away. So, with Benny keeping close to me +and pointing the way, we crept through the woods, +not making any noise, and each boy held his bow +and arrow ready to shoot.</p> + +<p>It was scary but it was fun. Finally, with an +excited pinch of my arm, Benny stopped and +pointed.</p> + +<p>My heart throbbed like a trip-hammer, and I +hardly could hold my arrow on the cord, for, looking +through some bushes, I caught sight of +something black and heard the bear tramping +around.</p> + +<p>I heard Skinny muttering something about a +rope; then he whispered:</p> + +<p>"Get ready, and run as soon as you shoot."</p> + +<p>"Aim."</p> + +<p>We stood there, trembling, wanting to run first +and shoot afterward, but too proud to. Each boy +pointed his arrow toward where we could see the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[261]</a></span> +bear standing still behind some bushes and only +a part, of him showing.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 344px;"> +<img src="images/i004.png" width="344" height="500" alt="AS WE RAN, WE HEARD A YELL OF PAIN, OR FRIGHT, AND IT WAS NOT A BEAR'S VOICE AT ALL." title="" /> +<span class="caption">AS WE RAN, WE HEARD A YELL OF PAIN, OR FRIGHT, AND IT WAS NOT A BEAR'S VOICE AT ALL.</span> +</div> + +<p>"Fire!"</p> + +<p>I don't know when I fired. I only knew that +my arrow was gone and I was running for the +camp like the wind, with the other Scouts chasing +after me.</p> + +<p>As we ran, we heard a yell of pain, or fright, +and it was not a bear's voice at all. It was a +woman's! Then we heard the voice say:</p> + +<p>"For the love of Mike! The woods is full of +Injuns and I've got an arrow in the pit of my +stummick."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[262]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XVIII</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>SCOUTING THROUGH A WILDERNESS<br /><br /></div> + + +<div class='cap'>"FELLERS," said Skinny, panting and wetting +his lips with his tongue. "We've +done it this time. We've killed somebody."</div> + +<p>"Killed nothin'!" Bill told him. "Didn't you +hear her holler?"</p> + +<p>"She's running, too," said Benny. "Killed +folks don't run, especially girls."</p> + +<p>We could hear a crashing through the bushes +beyond, and knew that what Benny said was true.</p> + +<p>"Let's sneak back and get our arrows, anyhow," +said Skinny, when the noise had stopped.</p> + +<p>So we crept back again, ready to run if any one +should come, but there was nobody in sight. One +arrow was lying on the ground where the girl had +been standing when we took her for a bear. It +was Skinny's; we could tell by the way it was +painted.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[263]</a></span></p> + +<p>It made him real chesty, after he had found +out that we had not killed anybody.</p> + +<p>"Didn't I tell you, Bill," said he, "that I'd show +you whether I could hit a bear or not? It must +have struck a button or something, or whoever it +was would have bit the dust, and don't you forget +it."</p> + +<p>While we were standing there talking about it, a +man burst through the bushes, followed by a girl, +about eighteen years old, I guess.</p> + +<p>"Are these your Injuns?" he asked, before we +had time to run. Then he burst out laughing in +such a way that we were not afraid to stay.</p> + +<p>In a minute we had found out all about it. They +were fern gatherers and Benny had taken them for +bears. A lot of people go up on the mountain in +August, picking what they call Boston ferns to sell +to florists. They put them in cold storage and keep +them a long time. There is a crazy little railroad +at the foot of the mountain, on the east side, that +carries whole train loads of those ferns to Hoosac +Tunnel station, and afterward they are shipped all +over the country to be put in bouquets.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[264]</a></span></p> + +<p>Skinny's arrow had struck the girl and hurt her +a little, but not much. She was scared half to +death.</p> + +<p>Mr. Norton had a fine supper ready when we +reached the camp again, and we ate until we +couldn't eat any longer.</p> + +<p>"You boys ought to know what you are doing +every minute you are in the woods," he told us, +after he had heard about the scare. "Suppose that +Gabriel had been carrying a gun, as he wanted to, +instead of a bow and arrows. Just think what +would have happened. Hundreds of people have +been killed in exactly that way. Careless hunters +have mistaken them for bear or deer or some other +game. You ought to have known what you were +shooting at. It was a foolish thing to do, anyway. +I don't believe there can be any bears around where +so many people are looking for ferns and berries. +We'll see dozens of pickers on the other side of +the mountain, probably. If there ever were any +bears they have been frightened away long before +this. But suppose that had been a bear. For a +bunch of boys to attack a bear with bows and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[265]</a></span> +arrows isn't bravery. It is foolishness. I am +ashamed of you."</p> + +<p>We didn't feel quite so chesty when Mr. Norton +had finished talking to us.</p> + +<p>"Well, I am not going to spoil the day by scolding," +he went on, after we'd had time to think +it over a little. "You can see the folly of it as +well as I. Let us sit here and watch the sun go +down behind the west mountains. Did you ever +see such glory? Then, when it grows dark, we'll +build a campfire and I'll tell you about a great +scout and a trip he once made through a wilderness."</p> + +<p>It was fine sitting there, watching the sun sink +into a golden sea behind the mountains, while the +valley below was already in the shadow and the +dark was creeping up the hillsides.</p> + +<p>We sat there a long time without speaking, until +finally the golden sea faded into a streak of gray, +and up and down the valley we could see the +twinkling lights of a half dozen towns and the +farmhouses between.</p> + +<p>Then Mr. Norton threw an armful of brush on<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</a></span> +the coals, and in the light of the blaze, which made +the shadows dance like ghosts of Indian braves, he +began his story.</p> + +<p>"Some of you boys went out to Illinois, last +summer," said he, "and I know from what you +have told me that you learned much about the great +French scout, LaSalle; how he explored the Ohio +River and went up and down the Mississippi, taking +possession of the country in the name of the +king of France. We already have had one story +which grew out of those early explorations. The +Lewis and Clark Expedition through the Northwest, +which I told you about, can be traced back +to those scouting trips of LaSalle and the +others, on account of which France claimed the +country.</p> + +<p>"This story is of another scouting trip, long +after LaSalle's time and before Lewis and Clark +were born, probably. It took place even before the +United States was born, but, in a way, it grew +out of those same trips of LaSalle and Tonty, Marquette +and Joliet, the French explorers of the seventeenth +century."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Was this scout a Frenchman, then?" asked +Benny.</p> + +<p>"No, he was of English parentage, one of the +finest English country gentlemen who ever lived, +but born in America, and one of the greatest American +scouts.</p> + +<p>"He was a friend of yours, too, Skinny," he +added, laughing to himself.</p> + +<p>"Not me," Skinny told him, shaking his head. +"I think a lot more of England than I did, on +account of General Baden-Powell and the Boy +Scout business, but I don't know this feller."</p> + +<p>"That is strange. It seems to me that I have +heard you remark something about his being able +to lick Napoleon Bonaparte with one hand tied behind +his back."</p> + +<p>"George Washington!" shouted Skinny. "The +Father of his Country. First in——"</p> + +<p>"Say, who's tellin' this story, anyhow?" +said Bill, pulling Skinny over and sitting on +him.</p> + +<p>"Yes, George Washington, who, it seems to me, +would have made the finest kind of a Boy Scout<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</a></span> +in his younger days—a scout worthy of membership +in Raven Patrol. He seems to have had all +of the Scout virtues. He was trustworthy, loyal +to his home and his native land; he was thrifty; +he was brave; he was reverent."</p> + +<p>"I'll bet he couldn't bandage a broken leg like +we can," Benny told him.</p> + +<p>"Maybe not, but he could find his way through +the forest and he didn't go around shooting at girls, +thinking that they were bears. He liked girls too +well for that. I believe he liked the girls better, +even, than our patrol leader does."</p> + +<p>We set up a yell at that.</p> + +<p>"Aw, I ain't stuck on no girls," said Skinny. +"I just rescue 'em, that's all."</p> + +<p>"It's all right," Mr. Norton told him. "A girl +is the greatest thing in the world, unless it is a +boy. Anyhow, George Washington was a splendid +type of American boyhood and he surely liked the +girls; used to write poetry about them when he +was your age."</p> + +<p>I don't know why, but somehow we seemed to +think more of Washington after we had heard<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</a></span> +that. It seemed to bring him closer to us and +make him a real person, instead of a picture on +the wall, praying at Valley Forge or crossing the +Delaware. Most always Washington is crossing +the Delaware when you see him.</p> + +<p>"He was a big fellow in the first place, while +Napoleon was small. Size of body doesn't always +count. Some of the greatest men the world has +produced have been small of stature. But George +Washington was a big fellow. Like Lincoln, he +could outwrestle, outthrow, and outjump any of +his mates. They still show a spot down in Fredericksburg +where he stood and threw a stone across +the Rappahannock River. He didn't seem to know +the meaning of fear. From his early youth he +was a fine horseman, taming and riding horses +that nobody else could manage."</p> + +<p>"Did his mother call him Georgie?" asked +Benny, before we could stop him.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps she did, although I hardly can imagine +it. At the age of fourteen George wanted to enter +the English navy and he came pretty near doing it. +If he had, perhaps he would have become a great<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</a></span> +admiral instead of the father of his country. Who +knows?</p> + +<p>"A midshipman's warrant was obtained for him, +so the story goes, and his clothes actually had been +sent aboard a man-of-war. Then, at the last minute, +his mother found that she could not give up +her oldest boy and she withdrew her consent. It +was a great disappointment to the boy, but like the +good Scout that he was he obeyed his mother and +went back to school. He learned to be a surveyor.</p> + +<p>"Boys matured earlier in those days when the +country was new. When Washington was only +sixteen he set out on horseback through the Blue +Ridge Mountains on a surveying trip. A year +afterward he was given command of the militia in +a Virginia district, with the rank of major."</p> + +<p>"I don't see what LaSalle had to do with all +that," said Harry.</p> + +<p>"He didn't have anything to do with it, but +he had something to do with the scouting trip +which came later. You see, France and England +each had obtained a strong foothold in this country; +France, along the Great Lakes and Mississippi<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</a></span> +River; England, along the Atlantic Coast. Between +the Mississippi and the coast stretched a +beautiful and fertile country, the valley of the +Ohio. When LaSalle made his explorations he +took possession of the Mississippi in the name of +the king of France. On that account France +claimed to own all the land along the Mississippi +and along all the rivers which flowed into the Mississippi. +That took in a great part of the continent."</p> + +<p>"I don't see how because LaSalle stood on a +rock and hollered out some words," Hank told +him, "that made the whole country belong to +France."</p> + +<p>"England couldn't see it. Still, the English +claim was not much better. Commissioners from +Pennsylvania, Maryland, and Virginia made a +treaty with the Iroquois Indians in 1741. By the +terms of that treaty, for something like $2,000, the +Indians gave up all right and title to all the land +west of the Alleghany Mountains, clear to the Mississippi +River. There were all kinds of Indians +living in the Ohio Valley but, according to the traditions<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</a></span> +of the Iroquois Indians, their forefathers +once upon a time had conquered it."</p> + +<p>"It looks like six of one and half a dozen of +the other," I said.</p> + +<p>"There wasn't a white settlement in the whole +territory. Some hardy fur traders from Pennsylvania +had made trips into the valley and this led +to the formation of the Ohio Company of Virginia, +with the object of getting ahead of the +French and colonizing the lands. Then the French +began to get busy. France owned Canada at that +time, you know. In 1749 the French Governor +of Canada sent three hundred men to the banks +of the Ohio River with presents for the Indians. +They ordered the English traders out of the country +and nailed lead plates to trees, telling everybody +that the land belonged to France. The Indians +liked the presents well enough, but the lead plates +made them mad, when they found out their meaning. +One old chief exclaimed:</p> + +<p>"'The French claim all the land on one side of +the Ohio; the English claim all the land on the +other. Now, where does the Indian land lie?'<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I have gone into this explanation in order to +make it clear to you why Washington was sent on +his scouting trip. Governor Dinwiddie of Virginia +wanted to send some one whom he could trust to +the French commander, to protest against the +French coming into the country. At the same time, +he thought the messenger would be able to find out +how strong the French were, how many canoes +they had, and all that. It was a perilous mission +to undertake through an unknown wilderness, with +winter coming on. Young Washington was only +twenty-two years old, but he was selected as the +one to make the dangerous trip.</p> + +<p>"Major Washington started from Williamsburg, +October 31, 1753. On the frontier he procured +horses, tents, etc. Later he was joined by a famous +woodsman, named Christopher Gist. They took +along a white man to act as interpreter and some +Indian guides. Chief White Thunder was one. +Another was known as the Half King. His friendship +was very important to the English.</p> + +<p>"I imagine that the mountains which they went +through were much like these, except that rains<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</a></span> +and snow had made them almost impassable. The +party pushed on, however, and early in December +arrived at the first French outpost. The French +captain gave a feast in their honor, in the course +of which he drank so much wine that it made him +talkative. He began to brag of what the French +were going to do. He said that they were going +to take possession of the entire Ohio Valley. The +young American scout kept his head clear and +afterward wrote down in a book all that he had +heard.</p> + +<p>"Then Washington set out again, and after four +more days of weary travel they came to the French +fort on the west fork of French Creek, about fifteen +miles south of Lake Erie. There he delivered his +message, and after a great deal of delay received +a sealed reply.</p> + +<p>"While pretending to be friendly, the French +did their best to win the Indian guides away from +Washington. They plied them with liquor and +with presents, so much so that the young scout +had a hard time in starting them toward home. +He succeeded finally in getting away. They first<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</a></span> +went up the creek in boats as far as an Indian +village, called Venango; then set out by land. Soon +their pack horses became so jaded that Washington +used his saddle horse for a pack horse and walked. +After three days of that, he and Gist took their +packs on their shoulders, their guns in their hands, +and started out alone, on a short cut to the Ohio +River.</p> + +<p>"You will find the story in any history. At +one time a treacherous Indian guide wheeled suddenly +and shot at Washington, but did not hit him. +The two men quickly overpowered the savage, and +Gist was for killing him. Young Washington +would not permit that, so they did the next best +thing. They took his gun away and sent him +home, making him think that they would follow +in the morning. Instead of that, they left their +campfire burning and traveled all night and all the +next day, to get as far away from the spot as +possible. At last they reached the Alleghany River, +which they hoped to find frozen. There was open +water, however, and they were forced to build a +raft. All they had to work with was one hatchet,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</a></span> +like Skinny's, I mean Gabriel's. On the way +across, a cake of ice struck the raft and threw +Washington into the river."</p> + +<p>"Gee, I'll bet that it was cold," said Skinny.</p> + +<p>"It was, but Washington clung to the raft and +finally, in a half-frozen condition, drifted against +an island, where the two men camped that night. +In the morning they found ice cakes so wedged in +that they were able to walk ashore.</p> + +<p>"January 16, in the dead of winter, Washington +succeeded in reaching Williamsburg, and delivered +the French commander's letter to Governor +Dinwiddie. Soon after that came the French and +Indian war, which I am sure you know all about, +in which France lost all her American possessions +except the great tract west of the Mississippi, which +Napoleon later sold to President Jefferson.</p> + +<p>"You see, being a scout in those days wasn't +all play. It brought many hardships that we know +little about, but, after all, it called for the same +kind of boy. Washington was brave and true, +helpful, kind, and clean, and he was prepared. +When the time came, his preparedness put him in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</a></span> +command of the American forces and afterward +made him the first President of the United States."</p> + +<p>"Washington was great stuff, all right," said +Skinny, shaking his head sadly, "but everything has +been discovered now, and explored, and Injuns ain't +much good outside a show. There ain't anything +for a feller to do any more."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XIX</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>ON HISTORIC GROUND<br /><br /></div> + + +<div class='cap'>WE were one more night on the road before +reaching the Connecticut River.</div> + +<p>"This trip is going to be a great part of the +fun," Mr. Norton had told us, "and the best part +of it is that we can go as slowly or as fast as we +please. We'll cross over the mountain to-day, +stopping whenever we feel like it, and go into +camp somewhere on the other side. I want to +have you do some of our Scout stunts on the +way."</p> + +<p>I don't know which was the most fun, walking +along the mountain road, which wound through +green woods and across laughing brooks, or pitching +our camp at night and, after a good supper of +our own cooking, listening to Mr. Norton's stories, +around the campfire.</p> + +<p>We started bright and early in the morning,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[279]</a></span> +carrying only our bows and arrows and Skinny's +hatchet. The other things were on the wagon. +Mr. Norton drove because we boys wanted to play.</p> + +<p>Skinny was George Washington, making his way +through the wilderness. He carried the hatchet +because he might have to build a raft to get across +Deerfield River. Benny was bound to be Christopher +Gist. Bill had a right to first choice, on +account of being corporal, but Benny wanted to be +Gist and Bill didn't care. He said he'd rather be +White Thunder, anyhow; it sounded so nice and +noisy. Hank said that he'd be the Half King, whatever +that was.</p> + +<p>"His name was Tanacharisson," said Mr. Norton. +"He was a Seneca chief of great note in +those days. He was called 'Half King' because he +wasn't a whole king. He was under the chief of +the Six Nations."</p> + +<p>I don't know what the rest of us were, but I +do know that we had a fine time, scouting through +the forest and along the road. When we came to +the town of Florida, on top of the mountain, +Skinny told us that it was the Indian village of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</a></span> +Venango, where we'd find the French outposts. +He wanted to surround it, but White Thunder was +for pushing on because he was getting hungry, although +it was still quite early in the forenoon.</p> + +<p>So we trudged along, and down the mountain +road on the other side, until we came to Deerfield +River.</p> + +<p>We found a bridge across the river and didn't +have to make a raft. There wasn't water enough +to float one over the rocks, anyhow, although there +was more than usual on account of the big rain.</p> + +<p>By night we had left the Florida Mountain far +behind. Along in the afternoon of the next day +we marched into Deerfield, which is on the Connecticut +River. Say, the people came out of their +houses to see us pass, with our uniforms on and +Skinny in front, swinging his rope and hatchet.</p> + +<p>"This is historic ground," Mr. Norton told us. +"At the campfire to-night we'll have a story of +some fights with Indians which were the real +thing. They ought to make your hair stand on +end. That stream over there got its name 'Bloody +Brook' from one of those fights."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</a></span></p> + +<p>We camped that night on the bank of Connecticut +River, and it seemed a long way from home.</p> + +<p>"This river was discovered by the Dutch," said +Mr. Norton, after we had eaten a big supper and +were lying on the river bank in the twilight of the +evening, tired and happy. "The permanent settlements, +however, were made by the English. The +river was explored by a Hollander six years before +Gabriel's English ancestors came over in the <i>Mayflower</i>. +The first English settlements, you know, +were made along the Atlantic coast. Some years +later a few of those settlers hiked over to the Connecticut +Valley, or came up the river, and started +a number of towns. One of them was Deerfield.</p> + +<p>"It is hard for us to imagine this fertile and +cultivated valley in a wild state, with a few white +settlers here and there surrounded by Indians. The +whites considered themselves a superior race and +probably showed it by their actions. Gradually the +savages, who at first had been kind, grew more +sullen and dangerous. This growing hatred on the +part of the Indians made it very difficult for the +settlers, but there was another thing which made<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</a></span> +it harder. In Europe, two great nations, England +and France, were in almost constant warfare, and +each was striving to get the better of the other in +the settlement and possession of America.</p> + +<p>"There were some early Indian wars, with which +the French did not have anything to do, but they +had much to do with the later wars and attacks +by Indians. One of those early struggles is known +as King Philip's war, named after a wily Indian +chief. It occurred just one hundred years before +the Revolution, where our patrol leader lost his ancestor. +Even at that early day there were one +hundred and twenty-five people in Deerfield. In +that war the Indians attacked the town twice."</p> + +<p>"Was that what made the brook bloody?" +asked Benny.</p> + +<p>"No. The bloody event which gave the brook +its name happened during the same war but not +during an attack on the town itself. September 18, +1675, I believe, was the date. A company of young +men, commanded by Captain Lothrup, marched out +of the town and along a road leading toward the +brook. They were acting as guard and teamsters<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[283]</a></span> +for a number of loaded carts, which were being +taken to some settler's home. It was a beautiful +day and everything seemed as peaceful as it does +now. All were happy and there was no thought +of danger. Some had even placed their guns in +the carts and were walking unarmed.</p> + +<p>"At the brook a band of Indian warriors lay +in ambush, waiting. On came the young men, +laughing and whistling and chatting with one another. +They stopped occasionally to gather some +wild grapes, which grew along the way. Concealed +in the long grass, on each side of the road, lay +the painted savages, motionless and unseen. Their +eyes gleamed with hatred and exultation as they +watched their victims approach. Their eager hands +tightly grasped their weapons. Impatient for the +slaughter to begin, they awaited the signal."</p> + +<p>"Great snakes!" whispered Bill.</p> + +<p>"Snakes is the word. Like snakes in the grass +they lay, as silent as the grave. At last the signal +was given. With fierce cries they sprang upon the +surprised whites, and the little brook ran red with +blood. Sixty-four men in all, from the various<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[284]</a></span> +settlements, were killed that day. Of seventeen +young men, who went out from Deerfield that +morning, not one returned.</p> + +<p>"Too late, another company of men came to the +rescue. They found nobody left to rescue. The +Indians then were plundering the wagons. The +savages outnumbered the rescuing party ten to one, +but the little band did not hesitate. They fought +desperately for five or six hours. They were unable +to drive the savages away, however, and were +just going to retreat, when some soldiers from +Northampton, down the river, appeared and put +the Indians to flight. There was sadness in Deerfield +that day."</p> + +<p>"I don't believe I want to play Indian any more," +said Benny, drawing closer to the fire and looking +around as if he might see some savages hiding in +the grass. It made us all feel scary.</p> + +<p>"We hardly can imagine it now," Mr. Norton +went on, "after more than two hundred years. +Later there were other wars and many attacks by +Indians. The Deerfield people built a stockaded +fort, into which all would run at the first alarm.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[285]</a></span> +These later attacks by the savages were a part of +the fight between England and France for the possession +of America. The French induced the Indians +to help them drive the English out, but Englishmen +do not drive worth a cent, and at last, as +you know, France was obliged to give up Canada +to England, in whose possession it has remained +ever since.</p> + +<p>"First came King William's war, in which Deerfield +was attacked several times; then Queen Anne's +war, and during that the town was captured and +a great part of it burned."</p> + +<p>"Tell us about that," I said.</p> + +<p>"War is always a terrible thing, but in those +days it seems to have been more than usually savage +and cruel. Take the capture of Deerfield, for example. +The French commander in Canada sent +three hundred soldiers to butcher the people in this +little town, in order to make himself solid with +some Indians. The attack occurred a little before +daybreak, and some terrible scenes were enacted. +I'll show you an old door up in Memorial Hall +to-morrow, which went through that fight. It was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[286]</a></span> +so solid that they could not break it down. You +will see where a hole was cut through it with axes +and bullets.</p> + +<p>"That massacre occurred February 29, 1704, +about two hundred years ago. Then came other +French and Indian conflicts, until finally England +triumphed. Later the United States Nation was +born, and President Jefferson bought all of the +American territory that France had left.</p> + +<p>"Everything is peaceful here now, but think how +you would feel, to know that you might be surrounded +by savages, fierce and bloodthirsty, creeping +toward you in the darkness, without a sound, +until near enough to strike, and then——"</p> + +<p>All of a sudden there came some awful yells and +whoops that made our blood run cold, and a +crashing in the bushes that sounded as if all kinds +of Indians were after us.</p> + +<p>We jumped to our feet and looked, even Mr. +Norton. Benny grabbed tight hold of my hand, +and I could see Skinny feeling around in the grass +for his hatchet.</p> + +<p>Then it came again, nearer than before, only<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[287]</a></span> +worse and over to one side. It was awful. I don't +know about Mr. Norton, but the rest of us were +just going to run, when the yell ended with three +caws, like a crow in the Bellows Pipe at home.</p> + +<p>"Shucks!" said Skinny, in disgust. "It's only +Bill Wilson!"</p> + +<p>We camped there on the river bank nearly a +week and never had more fun in our lives, boating, +fishing, swimming, doing Scout stunts and playing +Scout games, and, with it all, eating our heads +off, almost.</p> + +<p>I can't remember every little thing that we did +there, and the boys say that it will be all right +to skip that part in writing this history. There +didn't anything much happen, anyhow, although +Mrs. Wade was sure some of us would get drowned +and even Ma told us that she would not feel +real easy in her mind until we were at home +again.</p> + +<p>"We'll go a little earlier than we intended," said +Mr. Norton, when it was getting near the time for +going back. "I want to see some more of that +beautiful Deerfield valley, before the river leaves<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[288]</a></span> +the mountains. Perhaps we might do a little exploring +on our own account."</p> + +<p>We came in sight of Florida Mountain on our +homeward trip, not far from Hoosac Tunnel. The +longest part was behind us, but the hardest part, the +climb over the mountain, was ahead.</p> + +<p>Wild? Say, if you want to see a wild country, +follow Deerfield River as it fights its way down +from Vermont, until finally it breaks through the +mountains and runs off to join the Connecticut. +When you get in among those mountains you will +think that you are Christopher Columbus discovering +America.</p> + +<p>"The Rockies are higher," said Skinny, when +we had stopped to rest and look around a little. +"I read it in a book. Besides, Mr. Norton told us +about Lewis and Clark climbing over them. But +these are some mountains all right; believe me."</p> + +<p>That was what we all thought. They were all +tumbled and jumbled together in a topsy-turvy way, +with the river winding around in every direction, +trying to get through, and the railroad following +the river.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[289]</a></span></p> + +<p>Mr. Norton pointed it out to us and stood there +with his hat in his hand, looking. His eyes were +shining, and red was coming into his cheeks, as if +he was seeing something which we boys couldn't +see at all. And maybe he was, for I have noticed +that grown folks sometimes can't see and hear the +things which we boys see and hear; at any rate, +not in the same way.</p> + +<p>"What does it make you think of?" he asked +each of us.</p> + +<p>Benny's answer was the best of all.</p> + +<p>"There was once a baseball nine made up of +real giants," said he. "They were so big that their +heads reached clear up into the sky. One day when +they were practising they lost the ball and so they +picked up these 'ere mountains and began to throw +them to each other, playing catch. Every once in +a while some guy would muff the ball, I mean +the mountain. Then he would let it lie where +it had fallen and pick up another. That is +why they are all tumbled together every which +way."</p> + +<p>"That's so," I said. "You can see where the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[290]</a></span> +dirt jarred off when they fell, leaving the bare +rocks sticking out in a lot of places."</p> + +<p>"It's alive, boys," said Bill, who had been feeling +of Benny's head and looking anxious. "It feels +like a nut, but it ain't cracked."</p> + +<p>"Benny has given us a good description and +something to think about," said Mr. Norton. "I +don't believe that I should like to live here all the +time, but I should enjoy staying a week and drinking +in all this beauty. Talk about music! Hear +the mountain breeze in the treetops. What does it +remind you of, Gabriel?"</p> + +<p>"It sounds to me exactly like beefsteak frying," +Skinny told him, "and it makes me hungry. Let's +have some eats."</p> + +<p>"All right," said Mr. Norton, laughing to himself. +"Now that you mention it, I believe that I +can detect a faint resemblance. We can't give you +beefsteak, but there is some bacon left and that +ought to make much the same kind of noise. Whose +turn is it to cook?"</p> + +<p>"It's mine," Hank told him.</p> + +<p>"Well, get busy, and for fear that we might<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[291]</a></span> +disturb you, we'll go off somewhere and sit in the +shade."</p> + +<p>We were all as hungry as wolves when Hank +at last called us to dinner and it tasted fine, although +my piece was burnt a little.</p> + +<p>"I don't know how you boys feel about it," said +Mr. Norton, after the dishes had been washed and +put away, "but I should like to camp here for a +couple of days. We'll do just as you say, however. +Perhaps you have had enough."</p> + +<p>We all had been thinking the same thing and +told him so.</p> + +<p>"All right. We'll find a good place for our tents +and go into camp. It will give us a chance to +wash out some clothes in the river and to explore +this delightful wilderness."</p> + +<p>We had all kinds of fun practising our Scout +stunts, exploring, playing Indian, and things like +that. One of the prettiest places that we found +was a ravine, where two cascades, twins, tumbled +over rocky ledges; then came together and raced +down the mountain. I don't mean that they were +as pretty as Peck's Falls, above our cave. They<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[292]</a></span> +don't make any finer places than that, only, of +course, Niagara Falls are bigger. But they were +worth looking at, just the same.</p> + +<p>I am going to put down just how to get there, in +case somebody should want to see them. You +probably wouldn't walk over the mountain, as we +did, because it takes so much time, but would go +through Hoosac Tunnel. After you have gone +through from the North Adams side and the train +stops to take off the electric engine and put a steam +one on, get off and walk back to the mouth of the +tunnel. Then, when you have come to the mountain, +climb up a sort of path, following the brook, +and after a little you will come to the twin cascades. +We thought of camping there at first, but +couldn't find any good place for our tents.</p> + +<p>Except for the train passing and the engineer +leaning out of the cab window, we seemed out of +the world, although we were not more than ten +miles from home, in a straight line. The train +was like company, and when we were around near +we always watched it out of sight.</p> + +<p>That is a queer little railroad which comes down<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[293]</a></span> +from Wilmington and Readsboro, Vermont, as far +as Hoosac Tunnel station. Mr. Norton told us +all about it. It is what they call a narrow gauge +railroad. That means that the rails are closer together +than on most railroads, and on that account +regular cars cannot run on it. Its rails are three +and a half feet apart, while on a regular railroad +they are four feet, eight and one-half inches apart. +It runs along one bank of Deerfield River, a few +feet above the water. The river is mostly stones +in summer, with water in between.</p> + +<p>The day after we camped there Skinny, Bill, +Benny, Hank, and I sat on a big stone, opposite our +camp, waiting to see the train go by. The other +boys had gone with Mr. Norton part way up the +mountain, looking for berries for our supper.</p> + +<p>Pretty soon the train came in sight from toward +Readsboro, fifteen miles north, and it was swinging +along at good speed, for it was downhill.</p> + +<p>We cheered and waved our hats as it went by. +I noticed a girl, who was sitting at one of the +windows in the passenger car, give a look of surprise +when she saw us; then she leaned far out and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[294]</a></span> +waved her handkerchief. It wasn't anybody that I +knew, but when Skinny saw her he jumped to his +feet and let out a yell. And what he said was:</p> + +<p>"Mary!"</p> + +<p>It surprised us some. You may not believe it, +but the girl was Mary Richmond, the one Skinny +walked down the mountain with, that time he lassoed +the bear, when he was doing his hike to Savoy +and back. She had been up to Readsboro with her +mother, visiting.</p> + +<p>"Come on," said he, starting on a run. "She'll +have to change cars at Hoosac Tunnel station."</p> + +<p>"Aw, what's the use?" said Bill. "We don't +know her."</p> + +<p>At that instant, while we stood there watching, +we saw the engine give a sudden lurch and then +go bumping over the ties. In another moment it +struck a rock or something and, with an awful +crash, the whole train went off the embankment +into the river below.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[295]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XX</h2> + +<div class='chaptertitle'>SCOUTS TO THE RESCUE<br /><br /></div> + + +<div class='cap'>YOU may have heard of that wreck, for the +papers printed a lot about it at the time.</div> + +<p>After the first crash, there was not a sound. +I don't know how long we stood there, paralyzed +with horror, staring at the place where the train +had been. Then we heard a shriek of fear, or +pain, we couldn't tell which, and it was a girl's +voice.</p> + +<p>That shriek brought us to our senses.</p> + +<p>"Scouts to the rescue!"</p> + +<p>Skinny shouted at the top of his voice, hoping +that Mr. Norton and the others would hear, and +we started on a run.</p> + +<p>Before we had gone halfway Skinny turned to +Benny.</p> + +<p>"Run back to the camp," said he. "Get the +bandages and other first-aid things."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[296]</a></span></p> + +<p>"And bring my rope and hatchet," he called, +over his shoulder.</p> + +<p>The awful stillness after that first shriek sent +us on faster than ever, while something seemed to +clutch at our throats so that we hardly could +breathe.</p> + +<p>Bill got there first, but we were not far behind. +When we had come close we could see the train, +lying on the stones in the river bed. The engine +had turned bottom side up and lay there on its +back with its wheels in air. The passenger car +was on its side and was so badly smashed that it +didn't look like a car at all.</p> + +<p>"We've got to have help and have it quick," said +Skinny, looking almost pale. "Who'll go to +Hoosac Tunnel station for help? Hank, you go, +and run like Sam Hill."</p> + +<p>Hank was off like a deer before the words were +out of his mouth, running toward the station, nearly +two miles away.</p> + +<p>"Mary!" called Skinny. "Mary! Where are +you?"</p> + +<p>"Here," we heard a faint voice say. And,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[297]</a></span> +climbing down, we found her, wedged in between +some timbers so that she could not move.</p> + +<p>"Are you hurt?" we asked, as we commenced +to pry her loose.</p> + +<p>"A little," she told us, beginning to cry. "I +don't know how much, but I'm all right for now. +Find mamma. I don't know where she is."</p> + +<p>After a little search we found her, nearly covered +with timbers and bleeding from a cut in her head.</p> + +<p>"She's dead," I whispered, while an awful feeling +came over me. Her eyes were closed and she +didn't move, even after we had lifted the timbers +away.</p> + +<p>We dragged her out as gently as we could and +laid her on a couple of car seats which we took +from the train. I sprinkled some water in her face +and pretty soon she opened her eyes.</p> + +<p>She stared around for a second or two, trying +to understand where she was. Then she saw +Skinny and seemed to remember.</p> + +<p>"Mary!" said she. "Have you seen Mary? +Oh, save my little girl!"</p> + +<p>"Mary's all right," Skinny told her. "We<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[298]</a></span> +haven't got her out yet, but we know just where +she is. She sent us to find you."</p> + +<p>"Thank God!" she whispered, and then she +fainted again.</p> + +<p>We left her there, lying among the stones on the +river bottom, with her dress floating in the water.</p> + +<p>"I wish Mr. Norton was here," groaned Skinny. +"I don't know what to do. Here comes Benny +with the things."</p> + +<p>There wasn't any time to talk. We hurried back +to where we could see Mary's head sticking out of +the wreck. She had her eyes closed, and I thought +she had fainted, but she heard us come up and +opened them.</p> + +<p>"We've got your mother out," Skinny said. +"Now we'll get you out."</p> + +<p>Her eyes asked the question which her lips +couldn't seem to do.</p> + +<p>"Yes, she's alive," we told her. "She's got +an ugly cut on her head, but she seems all right +except that."</p> + +<p>It was all we could do to get her out, the timbers +were so heavy and so wedged in. They had fallen<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[299]</a></span> +across each other and made sort of a roof over +her. If it hadn't been for that she would have been +killed. By all pulling on the rope and cutting some +with the hatchet, we finally managed to get her +loose.</p> + +<p>When we started to lift her out she screamed +with pain. We kept on lifting. There was no +other way.</p> + +<p>"It's my foot," she moaned. "It feels as if it +was all broken to pieces."</p> + +<p>Two of us made a chair with our hands and +carried her carefully up on the river bank; then +hurried back to the wreck.</p> + +<p>"There is a man groaning somewhere," said +Bill. "I think it must be the conductor."</p> + +<p>We found him lying under some wreckage and +in great pain.</p> + +<p>"Where are you hurt?" we asked, when we had +lifted the wreck off from him.</p> + +<p>"My leg!" he groaned. "It's broken. I'm all +in."</p> + +<p>I took out my knife and ripped his trouser leg +and underclothes to above the spot that hurt him,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[300]</a></span> +a little above the knee. Then, by putting one hand +above the break and the other below it, just as Mr. +Norton had made us practise doing a lot of times, +and lifting very gently I could see the broken bone +move. He ground his teeth together and great +drops of sweat came out on his forehead, it hurt +him so much, although I was trying to be careful.</p> + +<p>"It's broken, all right," I told him. "We've +sent for help. The only thing to do is to lie still +and wait."</p> + +<p>We straightened him out and piled some coats +and things, which we found in the wreck, around +his leg, to make him as comfortable as we could.</p> + +<p>"How many are there?" I asked.</p> + +<p>"I only had two passengers, a woman and a +little girl. They got on at Readsboro. Then there +was the engineer, fireman, and brakeman, besides +myself. We run only a small crew on this train."</p> + +<p>The brakeman came up while he was speaking. +He had been stunned at first and when he came to +had managed to crawl out.</p> + +<p>"Have you seen Jim or George?" he asked.</p> + +<p>The conductor shook his head.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[301]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Do you boys know anything about the engineer +and fireman?"</p> + +<p>We hadn't thought of them before. We had +been too busy.</p> + +<p>"Then they are under the engine," said he.</p> + +<p>He ran through the river to the head of the train, +we after him, almost crazy with the thought of +those men at the bottom of that awful heap of iron +and steel. We pulled and lifted at the great pieces, +but we might just as well have tried to move the +mountain.</p> + +<p>"We can't do it, boys," the brakeman said, at +last. "We'll have to wait for help. There isn't +one chance in a hundred that they are alive, but +they may be. Somebody will have to run to the +station and make sure that they bring some jacks. +I am 'most done up and don't feel equal to it. +Which one of you will go? Only one, now; the +others will be needed here."</p> + +<p>"I'll go," said Benny. "I'm the littlest one in +the bunch and can be spared the easiest. What +was that you said you wanted?"</p> + +<p>"Jacks; to jack up the engine frame with. There<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[302]</a></span> +are several in the baggage room. I saw them +there."</p> + +<p>Benny hated to leave, when there was so much +going on, but before the brakeman had finished +speaking he was climbing up on the river bank. +In another second he had started down the track +on a run.</p> + +<p>"Now, fellers," Skinny told us, trying to keep +his teeth from chattering, he was so excited, "our +Scout book says for us to keep cool and we've +got to do it. While we are waiting for help the +thing for us to do is to be Scouts and to get busy +with our bandages."</p> + +<p>"And make some stretchers," added Bill. "We +can't use our coats and hike sticks, like the book +says, because we didn't bring 'em."</p> + +<p>"That's easy. We can use car seats."</p> + +<p>The "first-aid kits," which Benny had brought +from camp, had everything that we needed. That +was what they were put up for, only we didn't think +we should need them. There were shears and +tweezers, carbolized vaseline, sterilized dressings for +wounds, to keep the germs out, all kinds of bandages<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[303]</a></span> +and things like that. Say, we looked like a +drug store when we had fairly started.</p> + +<p>Skinny cut away the shoe from Mary's foot and +Bill brought cold water from a nearby spring, to +bathe it in. The foot was bruised and the ankle +sprained, but no bones were broken. Soon they +had her feeling better.</p> + +<p>I went to help Mrs. Richmond, but all the time +I was thinking of the men under the engine. She +was sitting up on the car seat, trying to keep her +feet out of the water.</p> + +<p>"Are you hurt anywhere else, except your +head?" I asked.</p> + +<p>"No," she said. "I have had a bad shock and +my head is cut, but I can move all my limbs; so I +guess there are no broken bones."</p> + +<p>Her head looked worse than it was, with a gash +cut in it and her hair matted down with blood.</p> + +<p>"I don't dare bathe the cut," I told her, "because +the water may be full of germs, and besides I +haven't anything to bathe it with. The book says +to be careful about that."</p> + +<p>"What does the book say about my washing my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[304]</a></span> +face?" said she, and she didn't wait for an +answer.</p> + +<p>It didn't take long to put on a sterilized dressing +and bandage her up in good shape. Then, with +Skinny on one side and I on the other, she managed +to walk to a low place on the river bank, +where Mary was waiting, and climb up.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Richmond said so much about how we had +saved her and her little girl, it made us feel foolish.</p> + +<p>"That ain't anything," Skinny told her. "That's +what Scouts are for."</p> + +<p>"It may be a long time before a doctor gets +here," I said, after a little. "He will have to come +from North Adams or Readsboro. And that conductor +is getting worse every minute. If you will +help me, Skinny, I'll try to put splints on his +leg."</p> + +<p>You see, I had practised with the splints more +than some of the boys had. They were all for saving +folks from drowning.</p> + +<p>We first found two pieces of board. There were +plenty of them scattered around, on account of the +wreck. We put one piece, which was long enough<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[305]</a></span> +to reach from his armpit to below his foot, on the +outside of the leg. The other we put on the inside. +It didn't have to be so long, but reached well below +the knee. Then, making sure the broken bones +were in place, we tied the splints on with strips +from Skinny's shirt, first putting a cushion of leaves +between the boards and the leg. After that we tore +up Bill's shirt and tied the broken leg to the good +one with three or four strips of that.</p> + +<p>"Do you suppose that we can get him up on the +river bank?" asked Skinny, when we had him all +fixed.</p> + +<p>"We must," a quiet voice answered.</p> + +<p>Turning, we saw Mr. Norton, who had come up +so still that we had not heard him.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mr. Norton!" cried Skinny. "We are so +glad you have come. It is an awful wreck and +nobody to do anything at first but us, and we didn't +know what to do. I think the engineer and fireman +were killed. The brakeman is over there, trying +to get them out."</p> + +<p>"You seem to have done remarkably well for +boys who didn't know what to do. I want two<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[306]</a></span> +poles from the woods, Gabriel. Quick! William, +you go with him. John will help me here."</p> + +<p>Skinny grabbed his hatchet, and before we had +time to miss them the boys were back again with +two long poles. While they were away Mr. Norton +and I pulled two car seats out of the wreck +and were ready to make a stretcher. By laying +the seats end to end on the poles and tying them +fast with Skinny's rope, we had a good one and +not bad to ride on, because of the springs.</p> + +<p>Then Mr. Norton and the brakeman, with us +boys helping all we could, lifted the conductor very +carefully and laid him on the stretcher. To lift +it by the ends of the poles and carry it up to the +river bank was the easiest part of all.</p> + +<p>By that time, Hank and Benny had come back +with two or three men from Hoosac Tunnel station, +and they went to work with jacks to get the +engineer and fireman out.</p> + +<p>"A special train is coming from Readsboro," +Hank told us. "It's bringing some doctors and +the wrecker."</p> + +<p>"Do you feel able to continue your journey, Mrs.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[307]</a></span> +Richmond?" Mr. Norton asked. "We could manage +to carry the little girl as far as the station and +there is a train due from North Adams in about +an hour. Or would you rather wait for the special +and go back?"</p> + +<p>"I think we'd better go back to Readsboro," she +said. "We have friends there and I don't feel +much like walking."</p> + +<p>We didn't have long to wait, for the train soon +came puffing down the valley. Two doctors jumped +off before it had time to stop and hurried over to +where we were standing. They were surprised +some, when they saw the people all bandaged +up.</p> + +<p>"Who did this?" asked one of them, standing +over the conductor. "I thought there were no +surgeons here. Did you succeed in getting somebody +from North Adams?"</p> + +<p>"These boys," Mr. Norton told him. "They +are Boy Scouts and have been in training some time +for this very job."</p> + +<p>The doctor gave a little whistle.</p> + +<p>"Good thing for him," he said, "that they were<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[308]</a></span> +around. I couldn't have done it much better, +myself."</p> + +<p>We felt proud when he said that, and I could +tell by the way Mr. Norton smiled at us that he +was feeling pretty good over it.</p> + +<p>All the same, the doctor bandaged him over again, +to make sure that everything was all right. When +he had finished, the hurt ones were put on board +the train and made as comfortable as possible. We +heard some cheering over by the wreck and hurried +back to find out what had happened.</p> + +<p>"They are alive," a man explained. "We've +jacked her up a little, and the engineer just spoke +to us. He says that the fireman is alive, too."</p> + +<p>It made us feel better to know that they were +alive, and the men worked like sixty to get them +out. By that time the wrecking crew had the big +crane ready. After that it was easy. It didn't +take long to swing the heavy frame clear of the +ground and to one side.</p> + +<p>The two men were found somewhere in the mass, +badly hurt but alive, which was more than we could +understand.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[309]</a></span></p> + +<p>They were lifted out as carefully as possible and +carried to the car.</p> + +<p>"Good-by, boys!" called Mary out of the window.</p> + +<p>"Good-by! God bless you, dear children!" said +Mrs. Richmond.</p> + +<p>"Good-by,—good-by," yelled the brakeman.</p> + +<p>The doctors were too busy to say good-by to +anybody. We watched the train steam up through +the valley; then Mr. Norton took each one of us by +the hand, and he squeezed hard.</p> + +<p>We heard afterward that both men got well, although +many weeks passed before they were able +to work again.</p> + +<p>We started for home, bright and early the next +morning, taking all day for the climb over the +mountain and camping that night among the foothills +on the west side. It was only six or seven +miles from there home, and we were so tough and +hard that it didn't seem far.</p> + +<p>"We can do it in two hours, easy," said Skinny.</p> + +<p>We were beginning to be in a hurry to see our +folks and the cave, after being away so long.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[310]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Let's get home in time for breakfast," I said. +"What do you say?"</p> + +<p>"And go without eatin' until we get there? Not +much!"</p> + +<p>"We can have an early breakfast," Mr. Norton +told us, "and start as soon as we can see; say, +about four o'clock. We ought to be able to make +it by seven, easily, and I feel sure that we shall +be able to eat again, after our walk. I'd like to +get home early, myself. It is time that I was +going back to work after my vacation."</p> + +<p>That is what we did, and we surprised everybody. +They had not been expecting us before afternoon.</p> + +<p>After that we didn't see anything of Mr. Norton +for several days. Then he asked us to meet +him at a campfire on Bob's Hill, Saturday evening.</p> + +<p>"I have spoken to your parents," he told us, +"and they have arranged for a picnic in Plunkett's +woods, Saturday afternoon. We will eat supper +together on the grass, at the edge of the woods, and +afterward have a campfire at the old stone. I think +that we owe it to your people to make a sort of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[311]</a></span> +official report of what we did on our trip; that will +be a good time to do it."</p> + +<p>That was some picnic, all right, and it was great +fun, sitting there, talking and eating; then playing +Indian in the woods, surrounding the palefaces, +and all that. But, best of all, was the campfire, +after the sun had gone down and the moon lighted +up the hills and made old Greylock loom up big and +shadowy. Of course, we had told our folks all +about everything but they wanted to hear more, and +we had to tell it all over again.</p> + +<p>Finally Pa spoke up. "We have heard a great +deal from the Scouts," he said, "and we have enjoyed +it all. Now, we'd like to hear from the +Scoutmaster, how the boys behaved. But first I +want to tell him how grateful we all feel for what +he is doing for these youngsters."</p> + +<p>"I am enjoying it as much as they are," said +Mr. Norton, looking fine as he stood there, with +the moonlight on his face. "In fact, I think that +I am getting more out of it than they are. I asked +you fathers and mothers to meet me here to-night +because I wanted to tell you how proud I am of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[312]</a></span> +these Bob's Hill boys, the Boy Scouts of Raven +Patrol. I understand that in their cave at Peck's +Falls they have a motto hanging, which says that +'The Boys of Bob's Hill are going to make good.' +They have made good, Mr. Smith, every one of +them."</p> + +<p>He hesitated a moment; then went on:</p> + +<p>"I have made official application for Honor +Medals for the part they took in saving human life +at that unfortunate train wreck, and I hope the +National Court of Honor will award them. But I, +myself, have wanted to do something personally to +show the boys how much I have enjoyed their +companionship and what I think of their conduct—all +of them, not only those who happened to be +on hand at the time of the wreck. So I have had +this banner made to hang under the other one, in +the cave, or wherever their place of meeting may +be."</p> + +<p>He pulled out a fine silk banner from his pocket, +as he spoke, and shook it out until it hung full +length in the moonlight, and, looking, we saw in +one corner a black raven and "Patrol 1, Troop 3<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[313]</a></span> +Mass."; then, in large, gold letters, the Scout +motto:</p> + +<div class='center'> +"BE PREPARED."<br /> +</div> + +<p>How we did cheer! And our folks cheered +louder than anybody.</p> + +<p>"Guess what!" said Benny, after all was still +again. "When we grow up, we are going to try +and be like Mr. Norton, our Scoutmaster."</p> + +<p>"Bet your life we are!" shouted Skinny, springing +to his feet and waving the banner.</p> + +<p>Then he stopped and stood there, looking at us, +with his arms folded.</p> + +<p>"I have spoken," said he. "Let be what is."</p> + + +<div class='center'>THE END</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>EVERY BOY'S LIBRARY</h2> + +<h3>BOY SCOUT EDITION</h3> + +<div class='center'>SIMILAR TO +THIS VOLUME</div> + + +<div class='cap'>THE Boy Scouts of America in making up this Library, selected only such books as +had been proven by a nation-wide canvass to be most universally in demand among +the boys themselves. Originally published in more expensive editions only, they are +now, under the direction of the Scout's National Council, re-issued at a lower price so +that all boys may have the advantage of reading and owning them. It is the only series +of books published under the control of this great organization, whose sole object is the +welfare and happiness of the boy himself. For the first time in history a <i>guaranteed</i> +library is available, and at a price so low as to be within the reach of all.</div> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="List of books"> +<tr><td align='left'><br /><b>Along the Mohawk Trail</b></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Percy K. Fitzhugh</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><br /><b>Animal Heroes</b></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Ernest Thompson Seton</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><br /><b>Baby Elton, Quarter-Back</b></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Leslie W. Quirk</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><br /><b>Bartley, Freshman Pitcher</b></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>William Heyliger</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><br /><b>Be Prepared,</b> The Boy Scouts in Florida</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>A. W. Dimock</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><br /><b>Boat-Building and Boating</b></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Dan. Beard</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><br /><b>The Boy Scouts of Bob's Hill</b></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Charles Pierce Burton</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><br /><b>The Boys' Book of New Inventions</b></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Harry E. Maule</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><br /><b>Buccaneers and Pirates of Our Coasts</b></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Frank R. Stockton</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><br /><b>The Call of the Wild</b></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Jack London</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><br /><b>Cattle Ranch to College</b></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Russell Doubleday</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><br /><b>Crooked Trails</b></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Frederic Remington</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><br /><b>The Cruise of the Cachalot</b></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Frank T. 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