Boys' Life 1913-09: Vol 3 Iss 7

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PRESIDENT WILSON’S MESSAGE TO 9,000,000 SCHOOL BOYS BOYS LIFE THE BOY SCOUTS’ MAGAZINE ‘“‘Waves of the Moon”. By John Fleming Wilso September, 1913 PUBLISHED BY THE BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA

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VOL. Ill CONTENTS, SEPTEMBER, 1913 No. 7 | PAGE Tue Muscle AND BRAIN OF A WASP............ D. Lange 18 Cotten TiMBIB Sibi os SERS cecs Norman P. Rockwell Tuincs ALL Boys SHOULD KNoW.............0.---0eees 19 WAVES OF THE MooNn.............. John Fleming Wilson 2 Two Paces:or Scout PICruUnes) oi... 6... obec e see e cans 20-21 Bic Benton’s FIGHTING BLooD.......... Leslie W. Quirk 5 Wert Tones’ Avra 7 6s i os ds thewiicgeeews sacs 22 THE Scout IN SCHOOL.-........... Walter Prichard Eaton 8 PEACE cick oso 09s ede ynakith sree toe a ik ae 23 PRESIDENT WiLson’s MessaGE To ALL ScHoot Boys...... 9 . How Rep-Top Lost THE GAME........ Dr. William Brady 23 THe CureFr Scout ExecuTive’s (GREETING...............- 9 Anpy’s Scrap Wirt Bic Foor....... Daniel Carter Beard 24 WHEN THeRre’s A FirE................ George D. Porter to GCA mae WOR TAGS oo. ee Si uh 0s Cane Gay Sent ees 24 How TH® Bove MaGaren. osc ccising celine odes R. J. Slade 12 } hE” Re CRE SORE OT PPE RA MET te SOE Tet 26 THe Tram to Ext Dorapo (Continued), 90,000 Soawrs AS A Raters a. oii ins isk s bike ea eeae 28 Joseph Milis Hanson 13 - ScouTING ON WESTERN PLAINS............ W.P. Murphy 2 Tost Siape i0t, seem ieee 8 Eo oa webbed sere 15 Wuat Won’t Boys Be Doinc NExT?..........:.......- 30 Tue Boy Scours at GetTvsBuUee. . oo. oiinc od < scwscnsdiswoine 16 CRs 2 SUE POR. 5 vnc ais Hedi dd ad ce esend 30

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Waves of the Moon Scout Tad Sheldon and His Fellows Find a Strange Ship Ashore—What They Did With It HE Oregon coast, from Cape Foulweather on the south to Tillamook Head on the north, is one of the most rugged in the world. The im- penetrable forests that cover the Coast Range mountains come down to the very edge of the lofty cliffs, at whose base beats the surf of the Pacific. Every few miles some rapid stream rushes through a gorge cut by hun- dreds of years of attrition and empties into the sea, forming a little beach on either side of its narrow channel. Outside of these cliffs, at a distance varying from a quarter of a mile to two miles, runs a rocky reef of volcanic origin, upon which the long rollers break ceaselessly, except on those rare days in winter time when wind and sea seem to go to sleep. It was the intricacies of this coast that Tad Sheldon and his Boy Scouts studied month in and month out. Day after day they spent exploring the coves and little beaches between the mouth of the Yaquina and the Siletz, a distance of almost thirty miles. They watched every change in the weather and observed its effect on surf and tide. Thus they gradually built up a fund of information that made even the skilled and experienced life-savers consult them with respect. Then, too, they gathered odds and ends of news. It was Kit Carson who found the bottle containing the message that solved the mystery of the wreck of the Menominee, first word in fourteen years of the tragedies of a night which saw a British cruiser go to the bottom with all hands, a passenger liner vanish unheralded from the face of the sea and a dozen minor disasters bring sorrow to a hundred homes. It was young Robinson who found the missing boat of the Altair and so disclosed a smuggling plot that had baffled the officers of the Government for years. It was Coll- ver whose constant study of the tides solved the disappearance of the famous beach gold mine below Seal Rocks. But the strangest of all their discoveries was made one hot afternoon when Tad Sheldon’s patrol threw themselves down among the bracken on a hill high above Salmon Creek. They had been hiking since daylight, making notes of the bearings of various small landmarks which might probably be of assistance to any one trying to land in a small boat through the surf. They had By JOHN FLEMING WILSON found not less than a dozen entrances through the outer reefs passable for the life-savers. They had written up their notes and Tad was now busily figuring some possible approach from ‘sea to the beach below them. While his scouts rested, his keen eyes were watching the far outline of breakers that marked the reef. THE INDIAN’S TALE, WHICH THEY COULDN’T BELIEVE “T don’t see a place one can get in at,” he told Carson finally. “It’s too bad, too, for if a boat could once get inside of that A Prime Favorite with Boys M®*. WILSON is anong the best known and most successful of short story writers, and he appeals as surely to young people as to their elders. His well-known dash and buoyancy, and his quick response to courage, daring, ro- mance, and to all qualities that belong to generous, strong, unspoiled natures, predestine him to be a prime eed with boys of all ages. His “ Tad Shel don” is sure to kindle a fire of enthusi- asm among young readers, and ought to be a factor in swelling to still larger proportions the ever-increasing ranks of the Boy Scouts.—FROM THE SAN FRAN- cisco Post. In the OCTOBER number of BOYS’ LIFE Tad Sheldon and his Scouts make a thrilling rescue, overcoming great ob- stacles and dangers. The title is ‘‘ PRE- PARED.’ Let a friend who doesn’t get BOYS’ LIFE read ‘‘ Waves of the Moon”’ in your copy. Then tell him to read ‘‘ Prepared”’ in the October number. reef, it’s a nice beach to land on. Remem- ber the wreck of the Minnie E. Kelton? Captain Wellander had “to take the sur- vivors clear up to Rock Creek that night, because he couldn’t get in here.” %: Indian Joe says there is an entrance here,” Carson returned idly. “He says a big vessel came in here once.’ “What tales he tells!” cid Tad scorn- fully. “T suppose so,” Carson agreed. “But I’ve heard that tale before.” Tad pointed with his slender arm out to the mile-long ridge of white. “Hunh!” he said. “ That looks like it, doesn’t it?” Carson had to admit that it was utterly impossible for any craft whatsoever to cross that surf-swept barrier. But he still contended that the Indian must have some justification for his story. 2 “ What would be his object in lying that way?” he argued. “ You know he fishes up and down the coast all the time, and you know, too, that he makes in and out of lots of these little coves that nobody else would venture into.” “ That’s right,” Tad assented. “But no- body can convince me that a craft of any size could get in here.” Just then young Robinson came up to tell his leader that Collver had found an old sail with a spar attached to it far up in the brush. “ All right,” said Tad indifferently. “ But how did it ever get up there?” per- sisted Robinson. “ Why, it’s a hundred feet above high water mark and four hundred feet from the beach.” “Must have blown in,” suggested Tad. Kit shook his head. “Look here, Tad,” he protested; “sails and spars don’t: blow in. You can make all the fun you like of Indian Joe, but I say that we scout around here and see what we can find. If there is a sail here, that means there must have been a wreck, and you know there isn’t a stick of wreckage on this beach.” THE STRANGE DISCOVERY Tad thought a moment, and then got to his feet, his eyes shining. “Say, Kit,” he burst out, “that’s a good idea. Nobody ever comes up this creek and I don’t suppose even the Indians have ever explored this place. We'll just have a look- see around.” Quickly the boys scattered in their usual scouting formation and were soon busy searching every recess, starting from the foot of the cliff. Tad himself took the route up the creek, followed by two Tender- feet whom he was instructing in the first principles. He had gone two hundred yards up the rough creek bed when one of these boys gave a shout and pointed to a ledge a hundred feet ahead of them and ten feet above the rippling water. Tad stared. Upright on its keel among the brush sat a good sized sloop, its single mast thrusting upward as gray as smoke among the greenery above the hemlocks. He raced on, stumbling over the rocks, diving through the salmon brush, careless of thorns and nettles, until he reached this strange apparition. It was really a sloop of about forty tons burden and to his amazement he saw that it was practically intact. Not a plank was crushed, the little cabin windows were unbroken and even the rudder was still in its pintles. The boom was gone, but the

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a September, 1913 WAVES OF THE MOON Nee —_—_—_——— is Tad pointed with his slender arm out to the mile-long ridge of white raveled halyards still swung from the blocks. Only a broken bowsprit showed that the craft had had hard usage. F Tad shouted for the members of his patrol and when they had gathered, breath- less and amazed, he told off Collver and Sawyer to climb up the side of the vessel and explore its interior. The others he directed to scout around both up and down stream and see whether they could find anything that would explain the mystery. “You can’t even see the sea from here,” Carson remarked. “No,” Tad replied. “But you know the sloop isn’t injured a bit. Now how in the world did it ever get way up here?” The boys shook their heads over this problem. Robinson and Sawyer reported that the sloop was ballasted with old iron chains and that the cabin was completely empty except for ‘a few broken dishes. “This old packet must have been here years and years and years,” said Robinson when he had scrambled down the steep side of the sloop. “That ballast has rusted al- most into dust, and there isn’t a speck of paint inside or out.” “T wish I knew the name of the old thing,” Tad remarked. “ Usually it’s cut on the bows, but her name was painted and it’s gone for good.” The other Scouts reported that they could find nothing. They pointed out to Tad that there were trees fifteen and twenty years old growing right in the only possible path the sloop could have come, if from the sea. “Yes,” said Tad, “she’s been here a long time, and there is only one way she could have got here, and that’s by a tidal wave.” “Tidal wave in my eye,” said Collver. “Such things don’t pick very soft spots like this. It’s the only place in miles where she wouldn’t have been dashed to pieces against the cliffs, and look how she stands here upright on her keel and her bow to the sea. I tell you she was put here.” “Tmpossible,” said Tad briefly. Then he said slowly: “Kit, I would bet Indian Joe had heard about this. Anyway, it’s up to us to find out what we can. Now let’s get back home.” THE “ WAVE OF THE MOON” For a couple of weeks the Scouts did nothing else but discuss their extraordinary discovery. Indian Joe merely sniffed when Tad told him about it, and said that he had known it all along. He could give no ex- planation except a vague statement that his father had told him that it had come in on a “ Wave of the Moon.” * “ What’s a ‘Wave of the Moon,’ Joe?” demanded Tad. The Indian could not tell, but informed the patrol leader that his father had known. It was almost a month before the Scouts got their first clew to what the half-breed had meant. An old crone at the Siletz Agency came down to the bay. with her season’s make of baskets, and, when she had sold them, made camp for the fall fish- ing. From her Carson learned that many years ago there had been an extraordinary tide which had lasted all day. So far as he could make out this event had taken place long before any white settlers had come to that region. More than this she could not tell; but she intimated in her poor English, pointing constantly to the moon, that such a tide would come again. Meanwhile the boys had visited the sloop several times, with the result that they found traces of its having been moored to a tree now grown into a massive giant of the forest. They found nothing in the boat He raced on, stumbling over TOONS). 2... until he reached the strange apparition

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BOYS’ LIFE September, 1913 to identify it except an old tin dish stamped at OE ty Tad summed up the result of their in- vestigations one night at headquarters while the ae lounged before the fire. We know that the sloop is awfully old,” he said, “and that it must have come in there years and years ago, long before there were any white people here. That’s certain because there was a crew on that sloop who moored it to the big tree. Now if there had been any white people here, they’d have seen those men. The sloop was never built around here because it has ash and oak frames and neither of those woods grow on the bay. Second place, what's left of that cable in the hold shows it was forged, and there is no iron around here. Then there is the Indian’s yarn about that tremen- dous high tide.” Kit spoke up. “Say, Tad, I think I know what that ‘H. B. C’ stands for—Hudson’s Bay Com- pany. You know they had a post up the Columbia a hundred years ago. I'll bet that was one of their trading sloops.” *Good,” said Tad. “I was just waiting for one of you fellows to think of that. I have been read- ing up the history of the fur com- panies, and Kit is right; but this doesn’t help us out as to how the old craft got in here.” “Nothing to do but take the In- dian’s story,” said Sawyer. “ And they say we are going to have another one,” Collver added. “T’ve looked up the records, and all that I can find is that some- thing happened in 1848 along this coast that pretty nearly wiped out all the Indians. That was the year the Columbia river was covered with ashes four inches deep and all this country around the bay was burned off.” “Yes,” said Tad, “you know this whole country clear to the edge of the cliffs is covered with charred stumps. There is a big one right outside of headquarters here. I’ve heard the Indians say that it was a flood that finally put the fire out.” “Maybe the flood they talked about was that ‘Wave of the Moon,’” Collver suggested. “If another wave like that came,” Tad went on thoughtfully, “it might mean a terrible loss along the coast, and the Indians seem to expect another.” “Tf it comes,” said Kit, “it might float that old sloop again.” Tad nodded quickly. “I see you’ve got my idea again, Kit. You know that old sloop is really historical. I’ve been thinking about this, and if we could only launch that sloop again it would be a great curiosity. It really ought to be in a museum like the other things they have up in Portland that tell us about pioneer days in Oregon.” The boys talked this over until they were all enthusiastic. It seemed that it would be a fine thing for the Yaquina Bay Scouts to contribute such a striking memento to the big collection in Portland, and the diffi- culties in their way grew less the more they talked it over. THE JOB THE SCOUTS UNDERTOOK “T tell you what, fellows,” said Tad finally. “We won’t say anything about it, but we'll just start in and see if we can’t get that boat back into salt water; then we'll sail her up to Portland and make a present of her to the historical museum. All we have to do is to make ways from where she is now to the beach. We'll have to cut down a lot of trees and make a cradle to hold her upright, but I guess we can do it. We'll need blocks and lots of tackle,” said Kit. “ That’s all right,” said young Robinson; “we have a whole big ton of new Manila hawser up at my house, and I know dad will let us use it. We can borrow a wagon and our horse can haul it up.” “Yes,” said Tad eagerly, “and we can use him on the windlass, too, for we'll have to move the boat just like a house.” The next month the boys spent all their i} THEN THE OLD CHIEF APPEARED SILENTLY WITHIN THE CIRCLE OF THE LIGHT FROM THEIR CAMP FIRE spare time preparing to launch the sloop; as it was toward the end of the season, they got permission to camp upon Salmon creek for the last two weeks that the task re- quired. With axes and knives they had cleared a sloping road from where the sloop lay to the lip of the cliff, which at this point was very low. They had left the stumps of the trees they had cut down as a support for the track they built out of shapen logs. These logs they pinned down with wooden pins, making a_ structure strong enough to support ten times the weight of the sloop. No one knew of this work except a wandering band of Indians who were en- gaged in fishing off Otter Rock. They seemed to take little interest in the Scouts’ operation until they saw them at work on the last part of it leading down unto the beach; then the old Chief sageveat silently within the circle of the light from their camp fire one night and asked in his broken English how they expected to get the sloop out across the reef. Now this problem had been worrying Tad for some time. As a matter of fact he had allowed this question to remain till the last. He vaguely hoped the Indian prediction of an extraordinary high tide— repeated many times along the shores of the bay—would come true. Now that the ques- tion was bluntly put up to him, and he felt that the eyes of his Scouts were fixed on him in expectation that he would at last settle their doubts, he felt the uselessness of evasion. He bluntly stated that he ex- pected a very high tide. WHAT THE INDIAN FORETOLD “Ugh,” grunted the Indian, ap- parently satisfied. Then he con- tinued smoking slowly. “ Next full moon ‘Wave of the Moon’ comes, heap big. Heap skookum.” “Are you sure of that?” de- manded Tad. The Indian broke out into guttural explanations while the boys listened with all their ears. They gathered from that strange and grotesque re- cital that the Indian remembered the wave of 1848. It seemed, too, that as he pointed to the gray shadow of the sloop above them, he was trying to tell them some- thing of its history. But his Eng- lish was too small, and the boys’ ignorance too great for them to gain any definite information. But they did understand finally that another Wave of the Moon was due within a fortnight. When the Indian was gone, Tad drew Kit to one side while the other members of the patrol turned in. “Look here, Kit,” said Tad, “T’m commencing to believe these Indians. I don’t know how they know these things, but at any rate we won’t go wrong by preparing. I vote that we get everything ready for that full moon tide. If it comes we won't lose anything; if it doesn’t come, we'll be no worse off.” “Well,” said Kit, “ we have al- most everything ready,; the cradle is built around the sloop and all we have to do is to haul her on the ways. I guess we'll have to borrow some jackscrews to hoist her up with.” “ My notion is to bring her right down to the edge of the cliff,” Tad went on. “Of course, we don’t want too many people to see what we are doing, but the trees will hide her pretty well. Then if there does come a big tide, it will make so much the less hauling, and we won’t have to kedge her out through the surf.” Kit stared at the finger of the moon that was setting in the west and drew a long breath. “T don’t know, Tad, about all this. The sloop is strange enough and she must have been carried there by a perfect miracle of a wave. Anyhow, we'll know pretty soon how much faith to put in these Indian stories.” The two boys slipped back to the camp and turned in, neither of them to sleep well because of their constant dreams of an enormous wave that rose slowly from the sea to engulf them, the sloop, and all their work. (Continued on page 36) ian a oom 2 a> on het Co on ie oe a we ot @c co oe

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Wwe | eer ww ea - ww 'S ee i ee a | Big Benton’s Fighting Blood A Bison Trick Which Nearly Caught the Laurels 6é INE up, ’varsity!” shouted Coach Trent. “Line up, scrubs. Hustle, Benton! Look alive now, every- body! Signal!” Quarter-back Tod Keith nodded grimly, spat out a jerky signal, and leaned down for the ball. Instantly the twenty-two boys surged forward, like marionettes controlled by a single string. As the scrubs’ line braced desperately té withstand the assault, the backs of the ’varsity wove in and out through the in- tricate mazes of a new trick play. The second eleven hesitated, uncertain of the point of attack. Then, while the players seemed moving in a confused jumble, a big figure suddenly emerged from the outer fringe of the scrimmage. It was Bloome, full-back of the ’varsity ; and Bloome had the ball. The little crowd of rooters in the stands cheered noisily. Except for the lone guard- ian of the scrubs’ goal, playing far back, the runner had a clear field. And Bloome, big, unnecessarily rough, a veritable bat- tering ram when he was under way, counted confidently upon eluding the tackle of Ben- ton. “YOU TACKLED FOUL” But “Big”—they called him “Big” be- cause of his stature and not because of his football ability—did not shrink. As Bloome neared him, the boy leaped fearlessly toward the runner, tackling low and accu- rately, and bringing his opponent to the ground with a tremendous thump, which was not calculated to soothe the runner’s temper. Bloome sat up presently. “You tackled foul!” he blazed angrily. “You caught me below the knees, you lucky——” “That will do, Bloome,” interrupted Coach Trent. “If you are going to play football, you’ll have to learn to keep your temper. The tackle was clean and fair. Line up, ’varsity! Line up, scrubs!” _ Two minutes later exactly the same situa- tion arose. Again Bloome broke loose from the scrimmage, and again Big Benton prepared to meet him. Recalling the for- mer’s threats after the other tackle, the crowd in the stands leaned forward with pronounced interest. The guardian of the scrubs’ goal was being put to the courage test. Runner and tackler met. They came to- gether with a mighty crash. Bloome stag- gered forward blindly, tottered, caught him- self once, and then fell heavily. Benton also rebounded from the shock, but he did not plunge to the ground. And then a re- markable thing happened. By Leslie W. Quirk Author of “Crossed Signals,” “The Lucky Seventh,” “Taylor, Pinch Hitter,” etc. In the very twinkling of an eye, so sud- den was the transformation, Big ceased to be a tackler and became a runner. In some mysterious manner the ball that Bloome had been carrying snuggled loosely in the crook of his arm was now Beéenton’s. There appeared to be no tardy recogni- tion of the shift on Big’s part. Even as Bloome was falling, the other began racing back down the white-ribbed field. The point of the ball was tucked into his arm- pit. His hand clasped the other end. The biceps of his arm pressed hard upon its rough surface. Despite his weight, Benton could run. Before the astonished players of the first eleven recovered their wits, he was flashing past them, dodging now and then, circling some more alert tackler, pushing off an- other with a moist palm, but always sprint- ing over the white chalk lines that marked the field. CHEERS—THEN SILENCE It looked like a certain touchdown for the scrubs. Over in the stands the rooters cheered boisterously, always gleeful when the second team mastered the first. Then, quite suddenly, the applause broke, faltered for an instant, and finally gave way to absolute silence. For Big Benton, in the very shadow of the goal-posts, had stopped running. A *varsity player rushed up and tackled apolo- getically, downing him with scarcely an ef- fort. Then others came, and still others, till the heap on the ground was a mountain of squirming boys. The rooters babbled their consternation and disgust. With a practised hand Coach Trent a ~~ Parag ig from the ile and yanked Big to his feet. pe What made you stop?” he demanded, not without heat. If there was one thing more than another that angered Trent, it was an exhibition of mental stupidity. _ Big Benton looked down the field with troubled eyes—down to where Bloome was striding forward belligerently. When the boy spoke, he faced his coach squarely. BIG BENTON’S EXCUSE “I committed a foul,” he said slowly. “When I started to tackle Bloome, I saw that he was holding the ball loosely. It had slipped out of his arm-pit. So, under cover of the tackle, because of some —_ impulse, I jerked it away from him. violated a rule. I—I’m sorry.” Coach Trent opened wide his blue eyes, but he said nothing. It was Tod Keith who voiced the suspicion. “Do you pen he whispered, “that he was so much afraid of Bloome’s wrath that it kept him from scoring when he had the chance?” “Certainly not!” It was Tweedy, stu- dent manager, who answered the question. “ Trouble is, Big has a sensitive conscience. Why, when I asked him to come out for the team two months ago, he refused point- blank. I pointed out to him that he could escape gymnasium and military drills by reporting for practise with us, but he only grinned. He sniffed pretty disdainfully, too, when I argued that he would probably become famous and have the fellows in college look up to him as an athletic god. Nothing I could say budged him an inch. It wasn’t till I told him that getting out for the team was an obligation on his part— the right, the just, and the fair thing to do —that he began to waver. You have to reach Big’s conscience to stir him.” Coach Trent smiled wearily. : “Conscience or cowardice—what does it matter? He isn’t good football material, in spite of his splendid build, and I’m afraid I can’t use him in the championship game in Chicago Saturday. Well—Line up, scrubs! Line up, ’varsity! Scrubs’ : first down; ten yards to gain” = And the practise continued with its un- ceasing grind. On the following Friday afternoon, when the Laurel football team left for Chicago, where it was to play the Bisons on the mor- row, Big Benton missed the train. He grinned good-naturedly over the mishap. That was just the trouble with Big; he was always grinning good-naturedly. Two long months of gruelling practise had not taut-

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6 BOYS’ LIFE September, 1913 ened his up-curving lips into a straight line nor instilled the stubborn pugnacity that is a part of football. And when the combined efforts of Quarter-back Keith, Coach Trent and Student-manager Tweedy failed to de- velop a player, it was admitted at Laurel that the case was hopeless. Big boarded the next train for Chicago, which left some two hours later, and sank blissfully into one of the cushioned seats. At six o’clock, to the minute, he strolled into the dining car, where he ordered rare roast beef, and mealy baked potatoes, and other dishes that would not violate the training table schedule. The waiter brought him a newspaper. It bore a Chicago headline, and Big turned mechanically to the sporting page, that he might read. what the experts thought about the coming game. The first article that caught his eye was the following, written in the careless style of the reporter whose field is athletics: LAUREL AND BISON ELEVENS TO DINE TOGETHER TO-NIGHT One of the features of the big Laurel-Bison football game to-morrow will be the mingling of the players of the two teams at the Purity Banquet this evening. On the very eve of the battle, the opposing elevens will face each other across a dining table at the Van And- ringham Hotel. The originators of the scheme hope in this way to sweeten a bit the traditional bitterness that has always existed between the two colleges. Among “those present” will be the two elevens, the substitutes, Coach Trent of Lau- tel, and our own “ Wily” Pop Ghent, who has acquired the habit of leading the Bison play- ers to victory year after -year by hook or crook. (No offense, Pop!) It should be a rare treat to watch these two generals pass the pickles to each other, and in many ways add to the gaiety of the event. On strict form, it must be confessed, Laurel seems to hold the upper hand for the gridiron struggle Saturday. Its team averages nearly nine pounds heavier than that of the home college, and it has the advantage of several steadying veterans, while Pop’s is composed entirely of new boys. Still, nobody ever knew Wily Pop Ghent to give up the ghost without a fight, and the rooters are wondering what delicate surprise he is getting ready to un- cork. The object of the so-called Purity Banquet is a worthy one. It promises to fill those who attend with good fellowship, clean sportsman- ship and a new friendliness toward each other, together with the more substantial and possi- bly the more satisfying things. Gaston, the chef, although lamenting the rigidity of the training menu with which he has been forced to wrestle, promises a plain but palatable feast. ; As Benton completed the reading of this glowing account, the waiter set before him his own meal. For a moment, while thoughts of the Purity Banquet filled his mind, Big hesitated. Then he grinned once more, and bent to his eating. In all proba- bility he would arrive too late for the Chi- cago feast. He was joining the boys, in- deed, merely to satisfy the demands of his own conscience; he did not expect to be welcomed with open arms. But he was. When he had found the hotel, and was escorted to the private din- ing room, he was greeted boisterously. Somewhat disconcerted, he sank apologeti- cally into the nearest vacant chair. As the attention of the diners wandered from him for a moment, he found time to study them. The regulars and substitutes of the Laurel team he knew, of course; the other twenty or more rosy-cheeked youths evidently rep- resented the Bison players. Although he had known they were new boys at this game, and comparatively light, he was sur- prised to discover what a slight, inoffensive crowd they really were. Instinctively he threw back his own ponderous shoulders. If Laurel couldn’t beat this team—— Their leader, the Wily Pop Ghent, was nowhere to be seen. Neither, for that mat- ter, were Coach Trent nor Student-man- ager Tweedy. “Where’s Twee?” demanded Big. “Didn’t show up,” answered “ Stuffy” Hodges, the Laurel left tackle, for whom Benton was a substitute. “He’s lost, or planning some new tricks for our enemies here, or something. So’s Trent. Try some of this baked bluefish, a la something or other; that’s what we’re wallowing in now.” Big grinned, as in duty bound, but it seemed to him the term wallowing was pe- | culiarly apt as applied to Stuffy. THE CAPTAIN’S WARNING “Benton,” said a slightly troubled voice from across the table, which turned out to be Captain Hoover’s, “I must warn you not to gorge.” “T have already—” began Big. But a laughing Bison player cut short his speech. “Oh, let him eat all he wants to,” he urged. “We are not holding back, you see. We know you fellows can beat us this season, “Oh, there you are! Come back to the team to eat, I suppose, after deciding at first not to come at all. Now, you listen to me, Big. I’ve got something to say to you.” And with this abrupt introduction Twee launched himself into an effort that sur- passed his own fiery records. He reviewed Big’s past, analyzed his present, and specu- lated imaginatively about his future. In crisp, biting language, he dragged all Ben- ton’s faults from their hiding places, and paraded them in the broad light of day. He demonstrated, beyond all argument, that Big was such a no-account, contemptible, criminal personage that it was a wonder an enraged citizenry did not lynch him on sight. Twee had set himself the stint of rousing the player’s fighting instinct for the morrow, on the chance that Big might be needed in the game. “ Now, here’s what’s going to happen to you,” climaxed the blazing Tweedy. “I want you to go across the street to the Jones House; that’s our hotel. Go to room —let’s see—room 569, and stay there till I call you to-morrow. This team needs a in spite of all the tom- myrot the papers have printed about us. Why, we are a new team, built up in a single season, go- ing against a bunch of veterans two or three or four times our weight. ‘ Waiter, another portion of that last stuff with the French name, if you please.” Twice Big attempted to explain that he had already dined. But the others interrupted each time, and presently he began to nibble at the dishes of food that were set before him. At his right, Stuffy Hodges watched his feeble peck- ing with amazement. “Well,” he said sud- denly, “if you aren’t go- ing to eat that fillet dee buff stuff the waiter has just brought, Big, you might slide it along to me.” Uncomplainingly, even gladly, Benton passed the untouched meat to the Laurel left tackle. With a frequency altogether out of place at a training table, the courses came and went. The Laurel team, with a heroism worthy of a Spartan, behaved very well un- der the circumstances, although Stuffy Hodges starred as the single gorgeous ex- ception. From the head of the table Captain Hoover glowered suspiciously at the Bison players. Beyond doubt, they were eating, and eating heartily. Farther down the table Big Benton scowled at the food be- fore him. He was regretting, from the very bottom of his heart, that he had spoiled his appetite by dining on the train. The Purity Banquet came to an end at last. According to Hoover’s notion, it was high time it did. The hour was growing late, and the repast was not at all of the kind he had anticipated. Big Benton, too, was glad it was over, for he was tired and sleepy. As they filed out of the private dining room they met Tweedy, looking very ugly and very worried. He singled out Big at once. AS HE RAN BIG’S BRAIN REPEATED OVER AND OVER: “IT ISN’T chaperone. I don’t care why you missed the train, or how much your stomach aches, or where you want to go. You'll be on the side-lines to-morrow, in case any- thing happens to Stuffy Hodges. Now you get before I lose my temper. I’ve some in- vestigating to do around here.” Big Benton moved obediently away. Twee was quite right. It was no more than fair and just to expect him to do what he could for the Laurel football team. Be- sides, there wasn’t one chance in fifty that Hodges wouldn’t last out the game; he wasn’t the sort to get injured. And, even if it became necessary for Big to play, the Bison eleven weren’t nearly as ferocious as they had been printed. He walked across the street with a good- natured grin upon his face. Nobody called him the next morning. When he awoke, it was late, very late Big found time for a bath, a lunch cur. tailed by the alert Tweedy-coached clerk from whom he ordered it over the phone, and a more or less leisurely ride to the football park. It is doubtful, however, if he would have hurried under any circum- stances; it was not Big’s nature to hurry.

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ed ich a ou in- ay. ore hat fen ng. ite ur- ork ne, the if im~ need September, 1913 BIG BENTON’S FIGHTING BLOOD 7 As a result of his tardiness, the game be- gan while he was donning his football togs, and when he emerged from the dressing- room the Bison team was charging and gaining easily on its first down. Big squatted comfortably on the side- lines, adjusted his cardinal sweater to pro- tect himself from the raw wind, and nodded pleasantly to Coach Trent, whose face was drawn and harassed. Then the substitute turned his attention to the scene on the gridiron. Again the Bison team bucked the line, plunging over left tackle, and again they gained. From the field wafted the shout of the official: “First down! Ten yards to gain!” Again they crashed thunderingly into the line. For a moment, pregnant with hope, Laurel held. Then, as the attack shifted a little, a runner went through suddenly; through, and past the secondary defense, and twenty yards down the field, where Tod Keith, playing back, downed him with a clean tackle. “First down!” monotoned the official. “Ten yards to gain!” “Tt isn’t right,” he declared earnestly to nobody in particular. “It was all a trick of Wily Pop Ghent’s, that’s what it was. He wanted to make us gorge ourselves out of condition with those dummy-substitutes of his. He deserves to be—Why, it isn’t fair. It isn’t sportsmanlike. It isn’t just. No, siree, it isn’t right!” The Bison team plunged again. It was a cross-buck directly over left tackle, and it swept through the Laurel line as a cyclone might. There was a weak link there some- where; there was—— It was Stuffy Hodges at tackle. After the opposing backs had crashed over him, he lay still for a moment, and then stag- gered to his feet, sick and dizzy. Stuffy Hodges had dined well, but not wisely, at the Purity Banquet. Somebody grabbed Big’s arm from be- hind. It was Student-manager Tweedy, wild-eyed and frantic. “Tricked!” he shouted in Big’s ear. “Do you understand, Big? We have been cheated, swindled, tricked! Purity Ban- quet nothing! No wonder they told Trent and me that it had been unavoidably called off. RIGHT! IT ISN’T FAIR! NO; IT ISN’T RIGHT!” Suddenly Big Benton leaped excitedly to his feet. His mouth was a round, ques- tioning O, with the lips moving curiously. He shaded his eyes with his hand and be- gan slowly nodding his head, as a man does when he is forced to recognize a fact that is contrary to all belief and possibility. The O of his mouth flattened into a hori- zontal line. As the teams lined up anew for the next scrimmage, Big turned to the side-lines. Strewn here and there in careless atti- tudes were the Bison boys who had attend- ed the banquet the evening before. They were only substitutes, then, or perhaps mere dummies or proxies of the real players, who couldn’t go into the game under any cir- cumstances. And out there on the field, taking fill advantage of the same shock to the Laurel team that had brought Big to his féet and had madé him press his lips tightly, was the regular Bison team, heavier, better trained and fresher by far than the careless feasters of the night before. Big’s lips closed more firmly. The corners turned down. The blood flooded his cheeks in an angry surge of red. He stamped his foot savagely. 4 We'd lost the team by that time, and some lieu- tenant of, Wily Pop Ghent’s found it again, and herded it in. Do you understand? We've been tricked.” Big nodded without ‘speaking. A curious nervousness was upon him, causing his eyes to wink rapidly and his skin to twitch. Tweedy looked at him with frank dis- gust. “ And now that Stuffy is gone, after being hood- winked into making a beast of himself at the alleged Purity Banquet, you stand here shiver- ing with fear of-——” “T am not,” snapped Big ferociously. “ And if you think you can go on abusing me, Stuart Tweedy, you just try it. I—TI’ll lick you, so I will, i Why, it isn’t - right; it isn’t decent to play a trick like that; it isn’t sportsmanlike. They —they ought to be taught a good lesson. I tell you, Twee, it isn’t right.” The susceptible conscience of the substitute tackle was making him boil with indigna- tion. Tweedy put his hands on Big’s broad shoulders and peered into the other’s face. This youth whom he had bullied for two months in an effort to arouse some hidden fighting spirit was not the Big he had known. He looked at the flush on Benton’s cheeks, at the taut mouth that turned down sharply at the corners, at the fists that were clenching. Then he knew. “Right?” he repeated. “Of course, Big, it isn’t right. It’s a contemptible, sneaking, underhand trick. It’s—do you want Big to take Stuffy’s place at tackle, Coach?” “T suppose so,” said Trent hopelessly. “ And, Big, please play as hard as you can. Try to forget self and——” “ Never you mind about Big Benton,” in- terrupted Student-manager Tweedy. “He will play till he drops: Now, ol’ hoss, go in there and teach them their lesson.” He thumped the tackle a prodigious blow on the back, which Big seemed not to notice “ Remember, they didn’t play fair with us.” The Bison quarter-back studied Big with critical eyes, and laughed nastily. “The bigger they are,” he quoted to a team-mate in an audible whisper, “the harder they fall.” Tod Keith put his hand on Big’s shoulder. “We'll win yet,” he said quietly. “Set yourself, because they will single you out right away. You can hold, though; I know you, Big.” INTO THE GAME! Benton crept into position, bracing him- self for the inevitable line-plunge that was to test his calibre. Almost before he was ready for it, the opposing quarter shrilled his signal, snapped the ball to the. full-back, and the play was on. 3 ; The runner crashed full upon Big. With a quick upward movement from his crouch- ing position, that brought into play every muscle of his mighty shoulders, the left tackle surged forward, fairly lifting the man with the ball, and resolutely began to carry his human burden toward the Laurel goal. Opposing players pulled and pushed and tugged from every side, ignoring all rules, but Big edged steadily down the field. When the combined strength of the other team downed him at last, the official re- ported: f “Second down! Fifteen yards to gain!” Which meant that the Bison eleven had lost five yards on the play. “The bigger they are,” paraphrased the happy Tod Keith to the opposing quarter, as they rose from the bottom of the heap, “the harder they are to throw.” Spurred by this exhibition of defensive work, the right wing of the Laurel line staunchly withstood the next attack. Once more the Bison quarter-back sent his run- ner volleying against Big Benton, only to discover a veritable stone-wall that could not be passed. On the fourth down, there- fore, he signaled for a punt, to put the ball out of danger. Tod Keith began his offensive play with a line plunge, wisely choosing to send it over left tackle, where Big was crouching. By the time it had cannonaded to the line there was a great gap where that player had been a moment before, and the runner, Captain Hoover himself, went through like a shot for a clean gain of five yards. Then Big was given the ball, and, with a roar of triumph, he circled in back of Tod and against the opposite portion of the line, tearing a ragged hole through the Bison wall of defense. As he ran his brain re- peated over and over: “Tt isn’t right! It isn’t fair! No, it isn’t right!” And his mouth was still set in the stub- born, conquering, fighting curve for which Coach Trent had hoped during those long days of practise. They downed him at last, but his de- vastating rushes were only begun. He was mad clean through at the injustice of his opponents’ trickery. This was no mere bullying by Trent or Twee or Keith, no physical torture, no pricking of ridicule. Those spurs left him smiling. But this was different. He and the other fellows on the Laurel team had been duped. It was theirs to right a wrong. The Bison coach had unconsciously inspired the anger, the im- petus, the fighting spirit that the coaches of his own team had deemed no part of Big’s easy-going nature. The tide turned quickly. With such an example to lead them on, the Laurel claim- ants of the championship fought as they had never fought in any other game. Bison played two men against Big Benton on de- (Continued on page 19)

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BOYS’ LIFE September, 1913 TWO OF THE 257,153 SCHOOL HOUSES WHICH WILL Four Thousand Pupils Attend this Public ——, at Hester, Essex and Norfolk Streets, New York ty The Scout in School By WALTER PRICHARD EATON Author of “ Boy Scouts of Berkshire,” “ Boy Scouts in the Dismal Swamp,” etc Nosopy likes his vacation to come to an end. I’m sure I never did, and I don’t now. I don’t pretend to. But, after all, it does not take long to get used to the harness again, especially as you’ve got to, and as I look back upon my school days I wish more and more that the Boy Scouts had existed then, so that I could have been one and applied some scout methods to my school work. Perhaps you do not know how scout methods may be applied in school? Well, 1 will tell you some ways that oc- cur to me right off the bat. It is easy to think of them, because there is such a close connection between school and scouting— and right inside the schoolroom, too. Take geography— GFOGRAPHY really is only scouting carried away from home, round the globe. 4 When Stanley crossed Africa and put great rivers on the map, he was but a big Boy Scout on a 4,000-mile hike—just. re- member that. When I was in the Seventh Grade all the South Pole region and the North Pole region was a blank labeled “Unknown.” Now it is mapped and charted. Peary, Shackleton, Scott, and Amundsen did that, by forced hikes over snow and ice. To study the maps they made is to live through the highest romance of scouting! If you are a good Scout you ought to draw better maps, for instance, than the other boys. If you find you cannot, there’s something the matter. You can’t make a good map of a seven-mile hike from your front door if you can’t make a good map of Asia or South America. A map is a map, no matter what the country, and you are not prepared as a map maker and map reader unless you can apply what you know to all conditions and all countries. Again— yeu and I know that there are boys, and girls, too, who crib. A girl in my class once had a geography under her feet, covered by her skirt, in an examination, and kept dropping her pencil. She got 98—but I never had any use for her after that. A good Scout will never crib. A good Scout ought never to have any use for a boy or girl who does crib.. DON’T mean that you should squeal on a cribber; there isa better way than that. Just let him know what you think of him, and just let him understand that he is no better than any other liar; that he has stolen, not money, but a good mark—which is just as bad. Scouts should lead in school in creating a sentiment for honesty, for honor. If you do that, by and by nobody will dare to crib, and you will have brought this about yourselves without turning squealer and going to the teacher. I KNOW a fine way for you to do good turns. I did not think it out myself. idea from some Scouts. In the town of Great Barrington, Mas- sachusetts, a new public library was erected recently and all the books had to be move into it from the old building. Who moved them? The Great Barrington Boy Scouts! Well, you can do a good turn for your school—and your town—very often in much the same way. Before the term begins, books have to be moved, playgrounds cleaned up and so on. Suppose your patrol volunteers to help. Won’t the School Committee of your town think the Boy Scouts are a pretty good bunch? You bet they will! you can think of a lot more ways to make your scouting count in school—and your schooling count in scouting. But this is the word I want finally to leave with you— A good Scout is a Scout all of the time, and that means in school as well as on a hike or in camp. He is always striving to be prepared for life, for usefulness, for next year’s Scout tests and year after next’s college entrance examinations. Remember that and you will be a good student and a true Boy Scout. I got the OPEN THIS MONTH All of the Pupils of this Rural School Are Shown in the icture More Than Nine Million Boys Going to School 9,081,217 = Boys in Public Schools in the United States. 8,953,901 = Girls in Public Schools. 2,250,014 = Estimated number of new pupils entering Public Schools this month. 533,606 = Teachers. 257,153 = Number of School buildings. $1,221,695,730 = Value of Public School property. $446,726,0290 = Cost of running the Public Schools for one year. The American public school system is the greatest in the world, as the 1911 census fig- ures above show. If all the school children in the United States stood in a line with hands on shoulders they would reach from the very northern tip of Alaska to the very southern tip of South America. If the school buildings of the United States were arranged close together in a single line they would reach from the North Pole to the capitol in Washington. The school teachers in the United States would fill two cities the size of New Orleans. When the “ Aquitania” is launched in April, 1914, it will be the largest steamship afloat, carrying 3,250 passengers. If the school children of the United States were loaded onto ships the size of the “ Aqui- tania,” and a mile allowed between every two ships, the string would reach from New York to Liverpool. The weight of the 9,000,000 school boys of the United States is equal to ten times that of this huge mass of floating steel. The “ Aguitanta.”—It Would Take 2,800 of These Steamships to Carry All the School Pupils of America

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10 if of Is September, 1913 PRESIDENT WILSON’S MESSAGE 9 Greetings From the Boy Scouts of America to all Schoolboys BY THE CHIEF SCOUT EXECUTIVE N September more than 9,000,000 boys | throughout this country of ours will reopen their school books, and all for one purpose—to be prepared for the op- portunities and duties which life presents. With but comparatively few exceptions, all of these boys will take up their studies under the supervision and at the expense of the states and municipalities. Last year this cost $450,000,000. Why this tremendous expense? Because history proves that education is the great essential; because. governing authorities TEL THEO. N. VAIL, PRESIDENT WEST UNION AM return to school. of their service. RECEIVED AT 1/2 Fifth Ave., W. W. Cor. 22d St., Mew York “se2x* The White House, Washington, D. C. Aug. 1, '13 ‘*Boys' Life'' Magazine, New York City My warmest greetings to the boys on their May the year bring them every good thing and strengthen them in all the ideals It is a pleasure to me to be their chief because I know that good citizens without number will come out of their ranks to counsel and serve the country we love. PRESIDENT WILSON—-“‘ MY WARMEST GREETINGS TO YOU ON YOUR RETURN TO SCHOOL.” have found it to be a wise investment to help boys to help themselves. It insures good governments Among these school boys are the future presidents, supreme court justices, con- gressmen, and others who will serve the national government; governors of states, mayors of cities, and all the leaders for what is worth while in their communities. The men who will thus make their mark will be those who as boys during this school year and the coming school years make the most of their opportunities while in school —boys who follow the scout laws of being trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, cour- teous, kind, obedient, truthful, thrifty, brave, clean and reverent. These laws of the Boy Scout movement should be ob- served by all boys. Representing the Boy Scouts of America, I am glad to send greetings to all school boys and urge each in taking up his school work to keep constantly in mind that it is largely within his own choice what he actually accomplishes. Remember that all men look back upon their school days as the best of their lives and upon their teach- efs as among their most helpful friends. There are some boys who must bear in mind there is a possibility of intemperance even in study. A well informed and trained mind may be useless without a strong, healthy body. So I say to all boys, take up your work with joy and enthusiasm, ac- cept the leadership of your teachers, apply yourself vigorously to your lessons, but give some part of each day to recreation and some part of each week to outdoor activity: Chief Scout Executive, Boy Scouts of America.

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When There’s a Fire! Ss George D. Porter, Director of Public Safety of the City of Philadelphia, Tells Scouts How to Earn Their Fireman- ship Merit Badges Photo (c) Brown Bros The Requirements : Know how to turn in an alarm of fire. \) Know how to enter burning buildings. $Y. Understand how to use and improvise ladders, hose, nets, ropes, fire guishers, etc. extin- ¥ La | 4 a+ Know the location of exits in buildings which he frequents. Lat Know what to do in case of panic. Understand the fire- man's lift and drag. Know how to rescue animals and to save broperty. Know how to organ- ize a bucket brigade and how to aid the police in keeping back crowds. Understand the im- portance and first principles of fire prevention. iar diadind a HE requirements for obtaining a Boy Scout merit badge for “Fireman- ship,” given on this page, indicate the breadth of knowledge which a boy must acquire—which boys all over the country are acquiring. The detailed requirements in different places are determined by local conditions. For instance, there are so many kinds of alarm systems that each Scout must inquire of his own firemen as to the method of sending in an alarm. In some towns a large bell. is rung, in others, a large iron ring is struck with a hammer, in some places a horn or whistle is blown. However, the above means are seldom used in large cities. Most large American cities have a fire alarm telegraph system. Alarm boxes are placed along the streets, in public buildings and other places. These boxes contain the instruments for sending messages by wire to the fire head- quarters or to the nearest fire stations. TELEGRAPH ALARMS IN CITIES The outer doors of some of these boxes can be opened by turning the handles. In others it is necessary to break a little glass window first. In still others it is necessary to have a key. In places where a key is required, keys are left with persons in the neighborhood, and are also carried by all policemen and firemen. After the outer door of the box is open, it is necessary to pull a hook or lever inside the box, in or- der to send the alarm. Each Scout should know the kind of an alarm system used in his own neighbor- hood, and can learn from any policeman or fireman how to send in an alarm. He should also have a general idea of the alarm systems used in other places, as he may have occasion to turn in an alarm while away from his own neighborhood. AFTER THE ALARM After a Scout turns in an alarm, he should remain near the box long enough to direct the firemen to the location of the fire. When an alarm comes into a fire station, it gives the firemen the location of the box from which it was sent, but it does not give them the exact location of the burn- ing property. This may be quite a dis tance from the alarm box, and the Scout should remain at the box to help the fire- men get to the fire without losing any time. AT THE HOUSE AFIRE When a Scout discovers a burning build- ing, after the alarm has been turned in to the Fire Department, if he is not needed at the box, there are a great many things that he can do to help out at the building. A burning house is like a stove. It can- not burn well unless it has a supply of air; and it cannot get air unless there is a 10 draft. When possible, all doors and win- dows should be kept closed. It is some- times necessary to open windows in order to let out the smoke, so that you can stay in the building; but you must remember not to cause any more draft than neces- sary, as a draft will spread the flames. BREAKING IN TO RESCUE If you find doors locked, and you feel sure that there are persons inside who are in danger, try to arouse them by pounding on the door. If you think there is great danger, and you cannot arouse them, try to break an opening in the door. The pan- els are generally the weakest parts, and you can split them open with any heavy article that you may find handy. INSIDE A BURNING BUILDING While walking around in a_ burning building, remember that the best air is found nearest the floor. If you get caught in very thick smoke, and feel as if you couldn’t breathe long enough to get out of the building, or to get to an opening, crawl along the floor, and breathe the air which is nearest the floor. In places of this kind, a wet rag over the’ mouth and nose will sometimes help you to breathe. It is also a good thing, when you cannot see ahead of you, to feel your way. You must be careful not to step into holes or open trap doors. THINK QUICKLY—AND REMEMBER! When you enter a burning building, try to remember where the doors and win- dows are, as you can never tell when it will be necessary for you to get out hur- riedly. If you are caught in one of the upper floors, and cannot escape by going down- stairs, or by going over the roof to an ad- joining building, don’t jump out of the window. If you appear at one of the windows and call to those below, they will probably prepare a net or blanket or something soft for you to jump into. And then don’t jump until those below are ready. Above all, when you get caught in a tight place, keep your head. There is gen- erally plenty of time. IF ANYONE JUMPS If you are outside of the building, and someone is forced to jump from one of the upper stories, try to do something to break the jumper’s fall. If there is a fire- man’s net, of course this is best. If you haven’t a net, a large piece of canvas, a rug, a blanket, or something of this kind, may be held by persons down below. If the person is jumping from above the sec- ond story it will take a great number of

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—— — a. — ee SS Ee eas ee = Eee CV a va September 1913 FIGHT FIRES BEFORE THEY START people to hold such a net, when the weight of the body strikes it. If there are not enough people to hold a net like this above the ground, you can pile up bedding, clothing, and other soft articles, for the person to jump into. USE OF LADDER OR ROPE Of course it is best not to require a per- son to jump, if you can reach him by means of a ladder. Remember to place the foot of your ladder far enough away from the building to make it firm. Have some- body hold it if necessary. If the ladder is a little too short to reach the window, the person in the window may lower himself by tying a rope or the end of a sheet, or something of this kind, around a bedpost, or some stationary ar- ticle in the room. All Scouts, of course, know how to tie knots that will not pull open under their own weight. WHERE TO SQUIRT WATER If you can get water to a fire by means of a hose, remember to put the water where it is most needed. In some cases it may be necessary to play your line upon property that is not burning, in order to prevent a spread of the flames. In using a hose, keep the line as straight as possible, and be sure to have the nozzle in a straight line with the hose. By keep- ing kinks out of your hose you gzt a bet- ter stream, and prevent damage to your hose. THE BUCKET BRIGADE Where a sufficient hose supply cannot be had, a bucket brigade may be organized. A bucket brigade usually consists of two lines of people, stationed between the fire and a pump or other water supply. Those in one line pass full buckets along the line from the water supply to the fire; and those in the other line pass the empty buckets back to the water supply. Of course the same persons can be used, if necessary, to pass the buckets to and from the fire. In this case only a single line is needed. LOOK OUT FOR LIVE WIRES! Do not throw any water on bare electric wires, if there is any current in them. Wa- ter conducts electricity, and someone may get a severe shock. Electric fires may be extinguished by throwing sand or dirt upon them, or by smothering them with other solid sub- stances. STUDY PATENT EXTINGUISHERS There are many other ways of extin- guishing fires, and in.a great many build- ings we find patent fire extinguishers hang- ing on the walls. The directions for using these are generally given on the outside. When you see one of these read the di- rections, and be sure you understand them, so that you could use them properly in case of necessity. Notice where they are located in your school buildings or build- ings to which you frequently go. FIRST, SAVE LIVES At any fire of course it is very impor- tant to stop the flames, and to save prop- erty. However, the saving of life is much more important and should be thought of first. People should be assisted in getting out of the building, and first aid treatment should be given when necessary. Every Scout should know the Fireman’s Lift and Drag, which are explained in the Hand- book for Scouts. HANDLING ENDANGERED ANIMALS It is harder to help animals out of fires, because they become very much fright- (Continued on page 31) Two Dozen Fire Don'ts HE accompanying article tells what to do after a fire occurs. It is far better to fight fires BEFORE they start, and not to have any fires. All fires are the same size when they begin. And about three out of every five are due to carelessness. Large forest fires start because some one has thought- lessly dropped a match or some burning tobacco into dry grass or leaves, or be- cause some one has. gone off and failed to stamp out the remains of a camp fire. Never abandon a camp ground leaving a fire after you, no matter how small; stamp it out. Carelessness in cities and towns is very common. A great number of fires occur every year because people do not take simple precautions. : 1. Don’t go into closets looking for clothing with a lighted match. 2. Don’t kindle fires in stoves with kerosene. . Don’t thaw out frozen water pipes with a torch or lamp. 3. Don’t put hot ashes and coal in wooden barrels or boxes. . Don’t allow waste paper, excelsior, and rubbish to collect. Don’t use gasoline for cleaning in a closed room. . Don’t look for gas leaks with a match or lamp. ONAN > . Don’t allow lace curtains near gas brackets. 9. Don’t allow oily rags near stoves or about 12. Don’t throw cigarettes or cigars away if lighted. the premises. 10. Don’t allow sawdust to be used in cus- pidors or on floors. 11. Don’t throw waste paper in a fireplace. 13. Don’t keep matches in paper boxes or lying about carelessly. 14. Don’t use snapping parlor matches. Taboo them. 15. Don’t forget that matches are the beginning of many conflagrations. 16. Don’t hang your clothing near open fires or stoves. 17. Don’t fill lamps after dark, and never when lighted. 18. Don’t allow rubbish in hallways or on your home cleaned once a year. 21. Don’t fail to look twice at everything that looks like fire. 22. Don’t leave everything to the landlord; inspect your own building. 23. Don’t fail to notify the Chief of the Fire Department of anything you may see that is dangerous and liable to cause fire, remembering that every day is fire fire escapes. 19. Don’t burn leaves and dead grass on windy days. 20. Don’t forget to have the chimneys of prevention day. 24. Don’t fail to give the representatives of the Fire Marshal or the firemen them- selves every opportunity to make a careful examination of your property. They are trying to help you. A Scout should observe these precauticns himself, and warn others accord- ingly. This great enemy, Fire, burns up $250,000,000 worth of property in the United States every year. It is much easier and cheaper to fight him before he gets started than to work against him after he has gained headway. Scouts, and all boys, should make every effort to assist in the important work of cutting down this great national loss. 11

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a 12 BOYS’ LIFE September, 1913 How the Boys Escaped Bob Dunstan, Caught in a Mountain Storm With an Injured Friend, Proves His Ingenuity By’ R. J. 66 ELLO, Bob! What you got there? H More toys for your baby—I mean Boy Scouts?” John Craddock’s tone was jeering, and Bob Dunstan flushed angrily. What right had this cousin of his, who had come to stay with him along the Gulf of St. Law- rence during the summer holidays, to be always jeering at him and taunting him about his patrol? He placed a brown paper parcel on the ground. “Tt’s a heliograph, if you want to know, and I’m going to teach some of our boys in the Cobra Patrol how to signal with it.” “A what?” “A heliograph. I don’t expect you know what that is?” “No, I don’t,” said Craddock bluntly. “How much did you pay for the thing?” “Eight dollars. Why?” “Eight dollars!” Craddock whistled. “What a waste of coin! Let’s look at it.” Bob displayed his treasure with pride. It certainly was a very fine instrument, with its tripod and writing block for taking down messages, and its mirror and several other parts, the meaning of which Bob was yet to learn. His cousin regarded the in- strument scornfully. “Eight bucks for a plaything like that,” he said. “If I’d had the money, I’d have made better use of it than that.” “ How ? ” “Oh, I’d have bought—well, cigarettes for one thing, and 5 “ Then,” said Bob pointedly, as he started once more toward the house, “it’s a good thing for you that you didn’t have the money.” [tT was late in the afternoon on the same day when Bob, tired but happy, started homewards. He had been busy during the greater part of the afternoon instructing three members of the Cobra Patrol in the elementary principles of the Morse Code, and, having drummed the first sixteen sets of dots and dashes which formed the first sixteen letters of the alphabet into what it pleased him to call their “wooden cra- niums,” he felt satisfied. His quickest way home lay along a path which wound in and out among the gray granite cliffs which rose high along the sea- shore. It was a gloomy place at best of times, and in the winter, when the snow lay white and thick on the storm-beaten crags, and the wind howled among the scattered pines which clothed the lower slopes, it well merited the name given it by the local peo- ple—“ The De’il’s Pathway.” _Suddenly he stopped, and stooping down picked up a scrap of paper, roughly folded. He glanced at it with casual interest at first. A moment later his expression changed, a puzzled frown flitted across his face. The note read as follows: Help! I’ve sprained my ankle up on the cliffs, and can’t move. I’m on a— At this point the note had evidently slipped from the writer’s hand, for the writing’ broke off abruptly. Bob looked at the writing and then at the SLADE f a RG ; WF; e Lf cliffs. There was nothing to be seen—noth- ing to be heard save the shrieking of the gulls and other sea birds which nested among the rocks. Then a thought flashed through his mind. He looked at the note again. Yes, there was that peculiar twirl on the ends of the “p’s” and “t’s.” Bob recognized it at once; there was only one person who wrote like that—his cousin, John Craddock. He remembered that that same morning John had said something about trying for a gannets’ nest in the cliffs; he also remem- bered having laughed to himself at the idea of John—fat, over-fed John—climbing the cliffs for gannets’ eggs. Another glance, and Bob was more than convinced that his cousin John was “ stuck” in the cliffs, and that the sooner he climbed up to help him the better. UP THE MOUNTAIN Bob looked around for the easiest place to begin his climb. It was one thing to de- cide to get up the cliffs, but it was quite another thing to do it. Suddenly his eye lit on a steep and wind- ing gulley, scarcely broad enough to afford foothold to a mountain goat, which seemed to run right up through the heart of the cliffs. A moment later he was scrambling up- wards over the loose pebbles and stones / 7 THERE, ON A LOFTY COLUMN OF ROCK, WITH ONE LEG CRUMPLED UP UNDERNEATH HIM, WAS JOHN CRADDOCK toward that part of the cliffs where he knew the sea-birds built. As each turn and twist in the gulley was rounded, the ascent became steeper, and the stones on the surface looser and more liable to slip and send the climber headlong to the bottom. But Bob, picking his way carefully among the dangers, pushed steadily onwards. A faint rumbling sound reached his ear, and for the first time he noticed that the evening sunset had disappeared, and heavy, black clouds were rolling up in its place. Again the heavy rumbling reached his ars. “Thunder,” murmured Bob. “Tl have to hustle up and find John; this isn’t at all a healthy spot when there’s a big storm on! I wonder if he could hear me shout?” He put his hands to his mouth and cried: “John! John!” He listened intently. “T wish I could find him,” he muttered. “T wonder where he’s got to?” From some point about a hundred feet above him a faint cry reached his ears. “T wonder how on earth he managed to get there?” he thought, as he climbed on up. “Hello! What’s this?” Bob gazed downwards in amazement. The cry had come again, this time from below, not above. His eyes wandered over (Continued on page 33)

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teeeeenn enn a . =~ ——— ee SS See oO Ooo Om CHAPTER V A MILLION BUFFALO! HE doctor reflected a moment. T “Perhaps,” said he, finally, “a fire isn’t a hopeless proposition after all, even if we haven’t matches. At least I have an idea. Let’s go back to those goose- berry bushes and try to get some kindling. We had better stay down in the hollow, anyway, for this wind is getting cold and we will be better protected there.” Accordingly they made their way down the hillside again until they found them- selves among the sparse bushes. For half an hour they groped through the patch, re- ceiving many small pricks and scratches from the thorns, but eventually gathering between them a small armful of dead twigs, which, as fast as gathered, they placed un- der one of their saddle blankets on the ground to keep as dry as possible. Then the doctor drew the first wad and the bullet from his rifle, after which he took from his leather hunting pouch, in which he carried his ammunition, a piece of dry rag. Into this he rubbed some gunpowder, laid it on the ground and discharged his rifle into 1t. The rag caught fire and blazed up. All three of them crowded round the tiny blaze, blowing it and holding their hats to keep the rain from it while the doctor laid bits of the dry twigs over it. It grew to a crackling little fire, and the bes added larger pieces of the gooseberry ush. The doctor hastily stripped the feathers from one of the cranes, split and cleaned it with his hunting knife and then, sticking it on the end of his ram-rod, held it close over the fire. No epicures waiting to feast upon some rare banquet ever felt half the anxiety which attended the three wanderers as they strove to keep their little fire alive while the crane meat sizzled slowly in the doubt- ful blaze. The boys had nearly denuded the goose- berry patch by the time the doctor pro- nounced their supper cooked, and they re- gretfully watched the embers of their fire die out under the rain as they sat on their saddles in the darkness and greedily ate the soggy, half-roasted fowl. But nothing had ever tasted better to them, and the meat served to restore their spirits and to recon- cile them to the cheerless night before them: The Trail to Two Boys’ Thrilling Adventures in a Dangerous Journey Across Plains and Mountains YOU CAN START THIS STORY HERE CHARLIE and Jeb Barilett start, in 1862, from Minnesota for Walla Walla, Washington Territory, where they are to meet their father, who has taken up a gold mine claim. They join an emigrant train, which journeys over the old Overland route under the escort of U. S. Government troops. Already they have had many thrilling experiences, a which the most exciting was a buffalo hunt. A terrific storm overtakes them, dur- ing which the cattle of the train stam- pede. The cattle recovered, the boys go hunting and get lost. As night ap- proaches they encounter a pack of wolves. The flicker of their camp fire had at- tracted the curiosity of the wolves and quite a band of them were now collected on the surrounding hills, making the darkness mournful with their howling and yelping. Zeb grew uneasy, but the doctor reassured him by saying: hy, you musn’t be afraid of them, Zeb. They’re perfectly harmless at this season; gorged with meat that they catch themselves, and with the carcasses of all those dead buffalo we’ve seen in the last few days. Just lie down and use your sad- dle for a pillow and try to go to sleep. Charlie and I’ll take turns mounting guard till morning. It will only be a few hours till daylight now. Here, these things will help to keep the rain off of you.” He took the long wings of the crane they had eaten and fastened one on each of Zeb’s shoulders, tips downward, the broad, thick parts covering his arms and extending somewhat over his breast. Then, cutting the wings from the other birds, he arranged one pair in the same way on Charlie’s shoulders and the other on his own. The contrivance was really quite effective. But, even at that, the hours dragged pain- fully for all of them. Zeb, in spite of his weariness, could sleep but little on the cold, wet ground, and the continuous howling and snarling of the wolves was very dis- turbing. Once the doctor sallied out some yards and gave them a shot, but though they retreated a little way they soon came back. Rataplan, seeming to appreciate the situa- tion, behaved well, even lying down and 13 By JOSEPH MILLS HANSON El Dorado Be adig ? +a going to sleep; but the other horses were restless, continually pulling at their bridle reins. As soon as it was light enough to see their way they mounted and started north again, taking the remainder of the crane meat with them. As the sun rose the rain ceased and the clouds broke away. About seven o’clock Zeb, who was slight- ly in advance, topped a rise and exultantly shouted : ” Here’s the Mouse river valley! Hur- rah!’ Their spirits rose and they pushed on into the valley with renewed vigor. In a few moments they found the well-defined trail of the wagon train and followed it west- ward as fast as their jaded horses could travel. An hour later they discovered ahead of them a party of more than a dozen mounted men, who, discovering them, came forward ata gallop. The foremost of the horsemen soon drew near enough for them to dis- tinguish him as Bottineau. He rode up be- side Doctor Dibb and caught the latter’s hand in a hearty grasp, exclaiming: “Mon Dieu, Monsieur le Doctaire, ver you haf been? By gar, ve gif you up pour dead, certainment!” “We got a little too far out in the hills,” answered the doctor, rather apologetically, “and we had to spend the night there. Have you been looking for us?” “Oh, le vierge Marie!” cried Bottineau, waving his hands, apparently undecided whether to be angry or amused, “ Le train est dans campement et nobody do anysing mais look pour vous. Le nuit dernier ve shoot ze cannon, ve hang ze lantern upon ze hill. Since ze sun is rise, scouts haf hunt, hunt evervhere, et now as ve haf chance to see you, une partie de quinze,— feefteen,—been make new hunt.” After a few moments spent in enjoying breakfast, the whole party returned to the train, which was not far off. Captain Fisk met them as they came in and, after greeting them warmly, turned to Charlie and Zeb, saying: “Boys, this is the last time I shall trust you to the tender protection of Dr. Dibb. He is entirely too fond of exploring the mysteries of the wild west to be a safe guide for young people.” “We had a great time, anyway, and the doctor was mighty good to us,” asserted Zeb, who was already quite willing to for- get the uncomfortable experience of the previous night. “He couldn’t help our get- ting lost in all those hills.”

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14 BOYS’ LIFE September, 1913 AN ENCOUNTER WITH A BUFFALO The train moved up the valley, but before an hour had passed it crossed an old trail leading into the hills of the Missouri Coteau by which, so Bottineau said, the Red river hunters were accustomed in former years to visit Fort Union, though of late they had ceased their visits and the trail was abandoned. Bottineau believed that it would be a favorable route, so he turned the wagons into it and by nightfall they were well within the hills, which were of precisely the same character as those among which Dr. Dibb and the boys had spent the previous night. : The train had barely entered the hills when Zeb grasped his brother’s arm, exclaiming : “ Charlie, just look at the buffalo! Why, there’s no end to them!” Indeed, the hilly country seemed literally covered with the herds, which, so the guide explained, had without doubt crowded into this rough and comparatively secluded region to escape the Red river hunt- ers on the east and Assinniboine or Sioux Indian hunting parties on the west. : The animals were grazing in scattered groups, and competent ob- servers in the train estimated, when camp was made for the night, that the train had passed fully 100,000 buffalo during the day.. The corral was formed beside a lake of excellent water with good pasturage near its shores, though surrounded at no great distance by barren, gravelly hills. Severai men sallied forth to shoot two or three buffalo. While out they captured a young calf from the herd and drove it into camp. The women and children crowded around the strange little animal with exclamations of delighted curi- osity, for it seemed entirely too small to be capable of any mischief as it stood dejectedly with hanging head among the milch cows. But at length a little girl incautiously approached and undertook to pat it. Instantly the animal swung around and delivered a vicious kick against her which sent her to the ground, screaming, more from fright than injury. Then he turned and started toward her with low- ered head, exactly as one of his full-grown brothers might have done. Consternation seized the women and children around and Zeb, who happened to be standing by, rushed to the rescue. “Go it, Zeb!” laughed Captain Fisk, run- ning up at this moment accompanied by several other men who had been attracted by the commotion. “Save the fair damsel from the monster!” Zeb, nothing daunted, started to carry out this chivalrous injunction to the best of his ability and had just reached the little girl and was raising her to her feet when the young bison butted into him so fiercely that he was hurled to the ground on all fours, toppling over an instant later to a sitting posture. Here he found himself exchang- ing chagrined glances with the little girl, who was in a similar attitude just opposite him, while a few feet away the baby buffalo shook his head at them and emitted spiteful snorts. The ludicrous scene had sent all the spectators into roars of laughter, and Captain Fisk shouted, between chuckles: “What, ho, doughty champion! Un- horsed? Odds bodkins, man, gather thy A DOZEN courage. Up, up, and at him with thy lance!” Zeb could not abide such seeming ridi- cule. His face red with embarrassment, he sprang to his feet and advanced upon the calf. The little animal made at him again, but Zeb dropped and skilfully catching its forelegs compelled it to turn an unexpected somersault, landing on its back on the ground with a thud, which was ample re- venge for past injuries. Moreover, it took a good deal of the impudence out of the calf and it offered no further objections as Zeb walked again to the little girl and tri- umphantly escorted her from the field of conflict, followed by the applause of the onlookers. : DISCOVERING UP AT A GALLOP MOUNTED MEN, THEM, The young buffalo soon learned to suck one of the milch cows as meekly as an ordi- nary calf and, becoming well-behaved and docile, was installed as a regular member of the train. But the capture of the calf had by no means made an end of the buffalo question, which was really becoming serious. As darkness descended and the breeze of the day died away the herds around the corral seemed to increase in number, and the low, rumbling bellow kept up by the countless animals as they grazed was positively ter- rifying in its volume, resembling the distant roar of the ocean. Captain Fisk and Bottineau consulted to- gether and decided to double the number of sentries that night, sending a special line out beyond the camp guards to keep the buffalo away from the corral lest they should stampede the.horses and cattle, and to turn them aside in case anything should CAME frighten them into a stampede themselves. In the latter event, if the vast herds once started toward the camp, nothing could stop them—they would overturn the train and trample it into the dust as well as every animal and every human being with it. Throughout the night the lowing of the buffalo continued, punctuated at intervals to the ears of the wakeful ones in camp by the sharp calls of the sentinels as they told off the hours and gave assurance to one another through the darkness that they were on the alert. Soon after dawn the march was resumed and the train pushed on vigorously, for though no one would admit fear, the close proximity of such seemingly end- less masses of buffalo had weighted the spirits of most of the emigrants with a feeling of uneasiness and awe, and they were anxious to be through the coteau and rid of their disturbing neighbors as soon as pos- sible. But throughout the day the herds, instead of growing less nu- merous, became vastly greater, and when the emigrants made camp after a march of nineteen miles no one estimated the buffalo seen through the day -at less than one million, based upon careful com- putation of the various herds passed. The night went bv under similar conditions to the one preceding it and with similar precautions on the part of the travelers. About noon the next day the train came suddenly to the southwestern edge of the Missouri Coteau and passed at once down an abrupt hillside into a wide, level plain, making corral about half a mile beyond the base of the hills, on what had evidently been a large Indian encampment some time during the previous year. Though herds of buffalo continued constantly in view for many more days, furnishing ample supplies of meat to the emigrants, the great mass of them had been passed in the coteau and they no longer caused apprehension. t As the train was descending the hills just before encamping, it was forced to pass over a rain- washed gully whose edges had to be somewhat graded, and its bottom filled with dirt, before the wagons could cross it. Charlie and Roy with half a dozen of the older men were doing the work, when Roy, glancing up, noticed a man sitting motionless on his horse at the top of the hill a few yards to one side of the nearest wagons, looking intently across the plain. “ Say, Charlie,” asked Roy, in a low tone, “isn’t that Couthon up there?” Charlie threw a shovelful of dirt into the gully, straightened up, wiped the sweat from his eyes, and looked. “Yes, that’s the sweet-tempered individ- ual,” he replied. Twenty minutes later, after the train had descended the hill and was filing into cor- ral, Couthon passed them, this time with his rifle across his saddle bow. “Where you going, Couthon?” called Roy, in a tone intended to sound friendly. The other turned his head and looked at him as if he did not propose to answer. Then he changed his mind and smiled, but his smile was not pleasant. “To find ze silvaire fox je vois de coteau,” he gestured with a graceful sweep (Continued on page 35)

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ew = mete 6 | ~~ = 83 eae UV CS weeweeFwwZ? Mm iW ¢ *) Ww mew ee: eS “ee PF PHD bee FPN CP Ow eee Ce ere ee ie i i de | i) Pe September, 1913 TOM SLADE IN THE “MOVIES” TOM SLADE was leaning against the porch post with one foot slung lazily over the other. “Get a move on, kid, an’ don’t let it take you all night,” grumbled Tom’s father, coming out of the little house with a pail in his hand. Tom knew only too well that it meant a trip to the saloon. ; “Aw, you ain’t been doin’ notin’ but drinkin’ all day,” returned the boy. “ Why don’t you go for it yourself.” Bill Slade kicked Tom off the ricketty step and lurched through the battered loor of the house. Just as Tom returned from the saloon Mr. Temple, the owner of the house the Slades lived in, drew up in his buggy and slouched up to Tom’s father. “Slade, it’s about time for you to pay the rent you owe me,” said Mr. Temple roughly. “ Ain’t got no money,” came from be- neath Bill’s scraggy moustache as he lifted his head out of the can. “You better get ready to move on then. I can’t put up with this any longer,” re- torted Temple, clenching his fists. Bill threw down the beer pail. “Who do you think you are, Temple? You know mighty well you’re afraid to put me out.” Temple could hardly contain himself at first, ‘but, muttering between his thinly drawn lips, wheeled and jumped into his natty little buggy. Tom picked up a stone and, poising it a moment in his dirty fist, let it fly. It hit Temple’s hat, knocking it onto the seat beside him. Flushed with anger, Temple whipped up his horse and flew down the paved street. As he got to the corner an aged woman hobbled off the curb right in front of Tem- ple’s galloping horse. “Get out,” yelled the infuriated man without making any attempt to check his horse. But just as the animal was about to dash against the frightened woman two Boy Scouts made a desperate spring for the bridle while several others helped the woman to safety. It was in the nick of time. “Let go of my horse, will you!” blurted Temple, swinging his whip at the boys, who had already got back into line and marched on. Temple looked around just in time to see them enter a vacant lot which belonged to him. Turning his horse around, he rushed up to the Scout Master, who had just given orders for a rope-tying contest. “Look a’ here, you, this lot belongs to me, and if you don’t get off about as quick as it takes to say it, I’ll have the whole crowd of you arrested for trespassing. I don’t believe in this Boy Scout rot anyway, so . Poor Mr. Temple was talking to the empty air by this time. Tom Slade was an interested spectator to all this. The intense interest of the Tom Slade in the “Movies” The Story of a Boy’s Thrilling Scout Experiences Which Will Be Related in Pictures All Over the Land Scouts in their work surprised him, for he had always considered Boy Scouts as mere kids. As he looked longingly across the field his eyes fell on a white object sev- eral feet to the right. He walked over, picked it up, and read “ Boys’ Lirz.” He tucked it under his coat. Tom had no roof over his head that night. He slept beside the old furniture that had been thrown out of his house by the deputy sheriff. After threatening Tem- ple, Bill Slade had gone away into the woods to join two tramps. “Ha, ha,” laughed Tom as he rolled up the bandage for the third time, “I guess I’ll get it soon.” The Scouts laughed and were just set- tling down to enjoy Tom’s endeavors when a shrill cry came ftom around the corner. “Oh, come, quick, please, my mamma’s hurt,” gasped a little girl as she rushed up to the boys. ; Scout Master Smith detailed Tom’s pa- trol to go with the girl. She led them through a field to a lonely spot where her mother had fallen and hurt her head. The Scouts quickly washed the injured spot and were helping the lady to her feet. “No, boys, I’m afraid I can’t walk. My head just swims. Oh——” She fell into Tom’s arms and he gently let her to the ground. “We'll have to make a litter for her, fellows. Here, lay down your staves.” Tom was almost dumfounded when the girl directed them to Mr. Temple’s own Scout Films to Aid Troops Everywhere THE story of Tom Slade, told on this page of BOYS’ LIFE, is the story told in a moving picture film which is to be shown all over the United States this fall and winter. This is the longest film of a single subject ever made in the United States, being 8,860 feet long. It has been arranged in ‘seven reels and will run for more than two hours. Eighty-four char- acters—most of them real Boy Scouts— enacted the story at Glen Cove, L. I., near New York City. It took weeks and weeks to do it. Of course, the experiences of Tom Slade as related here are but a small part of the whole story—but it is the main theme. Around it are woven demonstra- tions of every phase of the activities of Boy Scouts—virtually every bit of the work mentioned in the Handbook for Boys, “the greatest ‘boy book’ ever pub- lished.” The pictures show not only the physical activities, but the teachings and general foundation of the Scout Move- ment. By this popular and graphic means these teachings will be brought before hundreds of thousands of boys who have not yet been fortunate enough to be reached by Scout influences. The whole film was made with the sanc- tion and under the supervision and censor- ship of the National Officers of the Boy Scouts of America. Besides carrying the message of “scouting,” it will offer local Scout organizations an opportunity to earn money for the maintenance of their work, this having been arranged for by the Na- tional Council. Commissioners and Scout Masters can obtain information about it from National Headquarters. home. This was Mrs. Temple and her daughter, Mary. As time went on Tom grew more attached to the Boy Scouts and all that they taught him to do. Mrs. Temple and Mary were fre- quent visitors to the camp which : had been established near town. Bill Slade had not been heard from since Temple had had him put out of the house. One day late in summer while the boys were sitting around the campfire listening to a story from the Scout Master, Mrs. Temple rushed breathlessly into camp. “They robbed our house—and, oh—my husband is out after them with a revolver,” she gasped between breaths, sinking into a camp stool. Tom, who had recently been appointed a Patrol Leader, led his boys toward the Temple house. On the way one of them stopped suddenly at the sound of a deep moan directly in front. The sight that greeted them in the pale moonlight was terrible. There lay Temple stretched across a log, with an ugly gash in the head, and Bill Slade a few feet away, groaning and holding his leg, which seemed to be broken. Temple was begging and pleading with Tom’s father and, as the Scouts drew near, they saw that his hands were stretched out toward a water bottle which Slade was about to put to his lips. Finally the tramp tore it away and handed it to Temple. He had just finished a deep draught when the boys arrived. Tom could hardly realize how these two men had come to be in this peculiar situa- tion—that Bill Slade, his father, had robbed the Temple house and then run away, only to be followed by the man who had ejected him from his home. Indeed, it was fortu- nate that one of the men had not been killed in the fight that followed. After ad- ministering first aid, the Scouts made two litters and carried the blood-stained men to the Temple house. The next day when Tom returned to see how his father and Mr. Temple were doing under the doctor’s care he was more than surprised to see that Mrs. Temple had taken just as good care of his father as the Scouts had taken of her when she fell and hurt her head in the woods. i “Tom, my boy,” said Bill Slade as he lay propped up in the pillows, “I’ve had a hard time comin’ to my senses—and, Tom, it’s bin the Boy Scouts that’s kept me from goin’ down all the way. I couldn’t help tryin’ to get back at Temple for what he done, but I guess it was my fault.” The man choked up and could say no more. “Slade,” said Mr. Temple from the bed alongside, “I heard what you said just now, and I am sorry about what’s hap- pened. I know it’s been hard for you to put away your liquor, but I’m going to help you do it now.” And the man reached his hand over to Bill Slade. The Scouts were all called together a (Continued on page 35)

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16 BOYS’ LIFE : September, 1913

The Great Reunion N EAR the little town of Gettysburg, Pa., "Gd cou a e S$ ur in July, the survivors of the world- famous battle fought there fifty years be- fore, assembled in reunion—the most stu- pendous war reunion ever held. They came from all parts of the North and South, some 50,000 white-haired men in their fondly-treasured uniforms of blue or gray, many of them with arms or legs missing, or with wounds less apparent, but more troublesome, some so weak they could not move about without assistance. There, on the. ground where they had fought and suffered, they lived over again the terrible events of those three days of their youth which turned the tide of the Civil War. Northerners and Southerners, forgetting old enmities, messed with each other, vis- ited battle scenes and swapped stories of their so-different experiences, sang the war songs of “both sides,” exchanged high compliments to one another’s courage and THE SCOUTS’ TENTS ON THE FAMOUS BATTLEFIELD military skill, and pledged unending friend- ship and unswerving loyalty to the nation which survived their former struggles. At this reunion the Boy Scouts of Amer-

H : ica were able to show what service they On Historic Ground, 500 Boys Have a Notable can give to others, The policing of. the * . : i great camp was under the direction of the Experience Which Brings Renown to Scouting Seas ae aad a, Meee tae stabulary ; the sanitary arrangements were : : made under the direction of the American T*: boy’s heart beat fast. He was It had. been the most eventful and excit- | Red Cross Society. But the gigantic

alone in the night on a field where ing day of his life. It was his first day on | crowds could never have been handled so thousands of boys had been killed the Gettysburg battlefield. He had rushed perfectly had it not been for the assistance or wounded. The thought of them was here and there in service among the men — i Boy mig Ragen 1S poker clear in his mind, for during the day he who had fought there fifty years before aaier ‘aa ts tas es ee had seen the very places where they felland and were now gathered in their first re- | threatened chaos on several occasions. heard from the boys who had stood near— union. He had heard. the music of bands | And those Scouts who served with the gray-beards now—how they had suffered; and the moré stirring music of drums and | Red Cross physicians and nurses won high and he had come to understand why they fifes. He had been jostled in the biggest | praise from them, and from the general did it. crowds he had ever seen, and had saved — por pr Pig <9 ven". effi- . $ ni e ell oO eir WOTrk. Long rows of tents, numbering thou- an old soldier from injury. He had helped nln Sf Merecsic aad eniedtiin sands, stretched away in the dark—across erect the Scout tents. He had written two | oiiumns have been devoted to chronicles the field, over the road, down into the val- letters for sick veterans. He had helped to | o¢ the service performed by these five ey ley and up the slope of the distant hill, extinguish a fire which threatened to de- | dred boys, and to laudatory comment on almost as far as the eye could see in day- stroy several tents, and had missed his din- | it. The story of this service as told in time. He could not see many of them now. ner in the excitement. Now, called from | this issue of Boys’ Lire is but fragmen- A few, not far down the tent-street, were his cot at one o’clock in the morning, he | tary; oe entire aes would not hold dimly outlined by a dying camp fire; here was doing his two-hour trick on guard nary or So an hapellngy Saye to. Se and there a dull, brown glow told him a around the Scout tents. this service and the spirit in which it was candle was burning inside. Over the broad His day’s experience had been like that | rendered. The latter, of course, is the field and valley and hillside old men were of nearly all the rest of the 548 Boy Scouts | more important, for, aside from the actual sleeping—men who, when boys like himself in the camp—though different in its details. | work done, valuable as it was, it is more and his fellow Scouts, had slept there with- The boys found work to do the moment | meaningful that on that trying occasion, out shelter, or paced to and fro among the they arrived on the field. The bigness of | amid_all the excitement and distractions, sleepers, doing “sentry duty,” as he was the job of preparing for this great encamp- | the Boy Scouts ae Remasies: pevvee we doing now. ment had almost overwhelmed those in | $20.7 iiwe po g Penge rs on Magy i wy ° ° ‘ y, ioyal, The tiny yellow flare of fireflies appeared charge—the rush of veterans and guests on | helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, and disappeared before him as he kept up scores of special trains swamped them. | cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and rever- his steady, lonesome march. A cricket ent.” chirped, and the boy got to wondering why All boys have reason to be proud of boys it didn’t stop for breath. Except for the who demonstrate these qualities. cricket’s song there was no noise. In that quiet, the jumbled impressions of the day just closed straightened themselves out and became fixed indelibly in his mind.

The tents for the Scouts had not been set up. The Scouts set them up—erecting

THEY HEARD MANY REAL WAR STORIES TOLD BY VETERANS ON THE GROUND WHERE WHERE LINCOLN MADE HIS GETTYSBURG HELPING THE RED CROSS NURSES THEY HAD FOUGHT AND SUFFERED SPEECH

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September, 1913 THE BOY SCOUTS AT GETTYSBURG 17 eleven large pyramidal tents, driving 1,616 stakes, in a little more than an hour and a half—erecting them so well that a regular army man who inspected them later in the day refused to believe they had been set up by boys. Then they dug drainage ditches, put up stakes for their wash basins, “made” their cots, and arranged the few “things” they had brought along. First after that the Scout Masters gave each boy a post card, with instructions to write home to his folks. This was repeated every day by every boy. Ninety-six Scouts from Washington, D. C., Burlington, N. J., and Frederick, Md., and a few other towns were in the Red Cross corps; and they were the first boys ever permitted to wear the official Red Cross arm band. They reported to Major Patterson, in charge of the Red Cross workers, and arrange- ments were made to assign them to fourteen of the sixteen “rest stations” scattered on the twenty-three miles of main road around the battlefield. Thereafter these boys in relays were conveyed in autos to their stations, and worked full days, scouting in the neighborhood for exhausted, prostrated, or injured veterans, giving them first aid, assisting them to “ rest stations,” and helping the doc- tors and nurses there, carrying water, running errands, etc. Hundreds of patients were at- tended by the boys in this way, and the nurses and doctors said time and again that they didn’t know what they would have done “if it hadn’t been for the Boy Scouts.” The nurses wrote a formal note after the encampment, thanking the Scouts for what they did, and the head of the Red Cross phy- sicians wrote in highest praise of them and sent the letter to National Headquarters of the Boy Scouts of America. But the Scouts did “first aid” work elsewhere on the grounds and in the crowded streets of the town, even when “off duty.” Time and again they took care of prostrated or injured persons, winning ap- plause from men and women who had stood around, not knowing what to do. The other big feature of the work of the Scouts, which was especially fine and noteworthy, was their service as information givers, guides, and errand boys for the veterans. The ncarly four hundred Scouts from Philadelphia and its suburbs did most of this. They’ studied the location of the tents (they were arranged by States) and directed or ac- companied thousands of veterans to their quarters. On the first and second nights of the encampment trains arrived by scores. Travel-tired veterans left them in droves and sought a place for rest and sleep. Hun- dreds stood in line for hours awaiting as- signment to tents, and many “sank in their tracks” and fell asleep on the ground. The Scouts and their Scout Masters worked almost all night assisting these men to tents, sometimes carrying them, and toting blank- ets and pillows for them from the commis-’ sary tents nearly half a mile away. They even gave up their own cots and blankets for the old soldiers. Not only did the Scouts help the veterans waiting in the long lines. They discovered that scores of others had “ got lost” in the darkness in their walk from the railway station and had fallen exhausted in various parts of the field. Organizing regular scouting parties, the boys searched for these men, helped those they could to tents, and carried blankets to cover those they could not move. At all other times Uuring the encamp- ment the Scouts did innumerable friendly acts for veterans and other visitors to the camp. They were required to keep a rec- Song of the Scouts By EDWIN MARKHAM Author of “The Man with the Hoe” Dedicated to Andrew Carnegie, Friend of Boys WE are the boys of the helping hand, Banded to hold for the good of all: We cheer the steps of the ones that stand, And we lift the ones that fall. OUR feet are willing, our hearts are light, And we take the road with a cheery song; For we are the friends of every right, And the foes of every wrong. SOLDIERS are we of the nobler wars That great souls fight for the common good : We follow the call of the morning stars, In a knightly brotherhood. ord of all that happened each day, and these records show that the boys carried baggage, did police duty, carried meals to veterans too ill or weak to leave their tents, escorted veterans through heavy traffic, dug trenches, carried water for the hospital tents and rest stations, rode on ambulances with sick or injured persons they had found, bandaged a man’s skuli injured by a runaway horse, treated women who had fainted, wrote let- ters for veterans, guided veterans on visits to friends in distant parts of the field, gave shelter from rain, helped loosen tent ropes during a windy rainstorm, did guard duty, held horses, protected girls from toughs, acted as mail orderlies, sat up all night with a sick man, carried messages, treated con- tusions, abrasions and heat prostrations, and assisted in treating cases of paralysis, apoplexy, epilepsy, and several fractures. Two Scouts held a stricken veteran, who died in their arms. In any part of the great field one could hear at almost any time the call: “Hey, Scout!” And the Scout always responded quickly and politely—showing no resent- ment or discourtesy, even in the face of some absurd questions asked or unreason- able service demanded. For all such friendly services the vet- erans or other visitors expressed their thanks profusely. Nearly every one of them offered the boy who helped him some reward (from 25 cents to $10), but in every instance the Scout refused it, usually ex- plaining that “a Scout does not accept tips.” This astounded the men they had befriended, and won for the Scouts an unusual place in the pleasant recollection of thou- sands of visitors to the great Gettysburg reunion. The boys who were there re- member it pleasantly, too. Despite their hard work they had a grand time. Veterans, unable to force tips onto them, did many kind things for them. What the boys seemed to ap- preciate most was the oppor- tunity which all of them had at times during the encamp- ment—to walk over the battle- field with veterans of either army and hear them tell about the thrilling experiences they had there fifty years: before. It gave them a very clear un- derstanding of conreene the battle fought there, and the meaning of it. It will be looked back upon as perhaps the most wonderful experience of their boyhood. What some boys think of it is told in the following ex- tracts taken from letters sent to Boys’ Lire by boys who attended the reunion: Gettysburg Stories by Boy Scouts BY SCOUT AARON SMITH [? was a great sight-to see these men, wearing the col- ors of their respective armies, clasping each others’ hands in friendship on the same spot where, fifty years before, they had fought, perhaps hand to hand, in deadly conflict. A wonderful picture of this I was fortunate to witness. I had been detailed to show a party of Texans to their tents. On the way we passed an old barn, which one of the party, a Captain during the war, recognized as the spot where he lost his arm during the second day’s fight. According to his story, the Union forces were in possession of the barn, and he with a detachment of men had been sent forward to capture it. They did succeed in rushing it, but could not get in. The Captain, thinking that an entrance could be made through the rear, decided to investigate. On reaching the corner of the barn, where he now stood, he was met by a Lieutenant of a Massachusetts regiment, who had been sent forward with orders to the men in the barn to set fire to the struc- ture and retreat to the lines. In the con- flict that ensued the Captain lost his arm. “T would like to meet that Yank,” he said, “and shake his hand, for, while he did bodily harm, the spirit of this occasion is peace and forgiveness, and I am willing to forgive and forget.” (Continued on page 27) | } | i} ||

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18 BOYS’ LIFE September, 1913 The Muscle and Brain of a Wasp By D. LANGE Author of “On the Trail of the Sioux,” “ The Silver Island of the Chippewa,” etc. T was on a hot summer day, when a Boy ] Scout and were encamped on a northern lake, that we witnessed an in- teresting episode in the life of a black-and- red digger wasp. We had just, finished breakfast when the scout noticed in the brush a slender wasp dragging a green caterpillar, an inch and a half long, and weighing about four times as much as the wasp, which measured about an inch in len The caterpillar was paralyzed—limp and helpless. The wasp had stung it—a com- mon thing for wasps to do to caterpillars. Seizing it by the neck, so to speak, and straddling it as a small boy straddles a broomstick, the wasp was rapidly dragging her prey through the thick brush of a hill- side. This species of wasp catches live cater- pillars and paralyzes them by a sting, de- posits them in a hole in the ground with her eggs. When the eggs hatch, the larvae feed on the caterpillars which the mother has provided. The wasp soon dies after she has laid her eggs, and never sees the young for which she has provided in such a remarkable way. ON THE WAY TO THE HOLE Our wasp did not act like a tenderfoot on his first cruise. She maintained an al- most straight southerly course from the point where we first saw her, and, during most of the two hours that we watched her, she acted either with remarkable in- telligence or with a still more remarkable instinct. Frequently the last pair of adhesive feet of her prey caught on some stick or blade of grass. Every time this happened the wasp released her grasp, and in a most business-like manner went back and loos- ened the rear end of the caterpillar. This having been accomplished, she quickly grasped her prey in the usual spot and pro- ceeded as before. Several times the - caterpillar became doubled across a stick. In these cases, too, the wasp wasted no time in futile efforts to pull it off by main strength as an ant would have done; but, in a most matter- of-fact way she went back and took the kink out of her caterpillar before she tried to drag it any farther. Perhaps half a dozen times she left the caterpillar and flew away, apparently to re- connoiter, and to make sure that she was going in the right direction. Every time, except once, she came straight back to her prey after an absence of about a minute, although to our eyes the green worm was very well concealed. Once she ran around several minutes within an inch of it, al- though this time it lay quite open to our eyes. “We saw her climb up a dead hazel stick for eighteen inches, and, after resting her prey in a crotch, she tumbled to the ground with it. Half an hour later she climbed up a pine to the height of two feet. only to tumble to the ground avain. Our irterpre- IN THIS WAY THE WASP, AFTER KILLING THE CATERPILLAR, DRAGGED IT TO HER NEST tation was that instinct bade her to take flight from a convenient perch, but that she found her prey too heavy for flying with it. At last she came to a knoll below which I had made my fireplace. Here she seemed to become confused and excited, reminding us of an ant who, at times, seems to think that he must drag his prey up one side of a church steeple and down again on the other side. Twice she dragged the caterpillar back a foot from the knoll. Twice she climbed a blackberry vine, only to tumble down again. She ran back and forth on my ket- tle stick, which I had thrown on the knoll _— heating water for our breakfast cof- ee. INTO THE HOLE WITH IT Suddenly she left the caterpillar and ran around for a few seconds. “ She’ll never find her nest,” I remarked. “Tt may be a quarter of a mile away, and she is about tired out.” The Scout had more faith. “ Look, look!” he exclaimed. “She has got it again. She’s going into a hole with it.” And I just saw the big, green worm disappear into a small hole from the open- ing of which she had removed a small piece of a dead leaf. Now we understood the apparent confu- sion of the wasp. She had started on her caterpillar hunt before I walked over the knoll, and before I left the stick on it; and in her absence I had accidentally changed WASP USING A STONE AS A TOOL TO TAMP THE EARTH OVER HER HOLE the appearance of the knoll so much that she found it difficult to recognize the spot. In a minute she came out and scratched and pushed sand over the opening, and then laid a piece of a dead-leaf over it. A black parasitic fly was hovering near the nest; but it never had a chance to lay a spurious egg on the caterpillar. The hole being closed, she flew away, but very soon returned with a short piece of dead grass, which she lay down near the nest. From the next trip she returned with a pellet of earth; then she brought a pebble of about her own weight. When she had also laid down a dead, shrivelled leaf near the nest, she seemed to be satis- fied that she had done everything possible to conceal the entrance, and she did not return. The nest was indeed so well concealed now that we could not have found it again if we had not carefully marked it by plac- ing a stalk of fern near by. SOME STRENGTH Although the muscular energy of certain insects was not entirely unknown to us, we weré surprised at the amount of work ac- complished by this slender-bodied wasp, and at the intelligence she displayed. Dur- ing the two hours that we constantly fol- lowed and observed her—and it was hot work in the bright sun of June—she dragged her prey forty-one feet, as meas- ured by our tape line; but the actual dis- tance covered must have been at least eighty-two feet. In round numbers, she dragged a caterpillar, four times her own weight, for a distance of a thousand times her own length. If a six-foot man, weighing a hundred and fifty pounds, would do a similar amount of work in two hours, he would have to drag the 600-pound carcass of a steer a mile and a quarter through a wind- fall in a tamarack swamp and climb to the top of a 200-foot pine with it. If he did not like the idea of dragging-a fat beef, he might rope up five two-bushel sacks of wheat into a convenient pack and try his strength on that. Boys, which of you have the sharp eyes and the patience to make close observations of birds, fish and insects such as Mr. Lange has described so interestingly in his story about the wasp with mus- cle and brain? All seasons are good for shar eyes. When you see anything which you think other boys would like to hear about, send the in- formation to Boys’ [ 1rr.—THe Eprtor.

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= & September, 1913 BOYS’ LIFE 19 Riding in Traffic If you are riding in traffic and intend to turn a corner, always extend your arm on the side you are going to turn to warn vehicles be- hind of your change of direc- tion. Although it is not a law, there is a recognized custom that ve- hicles emerging from side streets should give way to those passing on the main road, so you should slow down and sound your bell or whistle at such junctions. A golden rule is never to approach a cor- ner at a fast speed. 5 Wet Shoes When you take off your shoes after be- ing out in wet weather, do not leave them lying on the floor sole downward, as shown on the left; if you do, the damp will col- lect under the soles and prevent them dry- ing. The right-hand sketch shows you how to leave them. Put this way, the water, through exposure to the air, soon evapo- rates, and the soles dry quicker. Snake Proof When out camping or in the woods over night, if you will take a piece of new rope, % inch will do, and lay it on the ground around your tent or bed, no snake Things All Boys Should Know will crawl over it, especially a rattler. This is a common means of protection used by cowboys and Indians.——Vaughan R. Har- lan, Healdsburg, Cal. Raises the Rake If you have not a proper grass-rake, and are obliged to use an ordinary iron-toothed one, you will find the tip illustrated below very useful. Get two large cotton reels and fix them to the end teeth of the rake as shown in the picture. .This will raise the rake slightly from the ground when it is being used, and so prevent the teeth scratching up the turf. A Wind Screen in Camp If there is a strong wind blowing, cook- ing in camp becomes rather a difficult job, for the fire is either scattered by the gale or else the food is hopelessly smoked. The picture below shows a wind screen which is easily made, and which you should find useful when next the wind renders your camp cooking operations difficult. As you will see, the screen is a sheet of canvas or tarpaulin stretched round three staves or posts, stuck in the ground in tri- angular fashion. You must drive the posts well into the ground and arrange the screen so that the point of the triangle is facing the wind. Otherwise the screen itself may be blown down. An Improved Litter The litter shown in this cut is made with two staffs and an ordinary blanket. It is much stronger than the approved coat lit- ter. The weight of the patient holds the loose ends down and keeps it from slip- ping. The heavier he is the better it holds. —G. S. Ripley, Scout Master. Troop 24, Hartford, Conn. Big Benton’s Fighting Blood fense, one in the line and one backing up his fellow. But the left tackle only laughed derisively. “You will trick us, will you?” he shout- ed, and crashed through the human wall that strove in vain to hold him back. “You will gorge us at a Purity Banquet, will you?” he bellowed; and opened a gap for Full-back Hoover through which a coach-and-four might have driven com- fortably. “You told us at the dinner that you did not expect to win, didn’t you?” he chortled. “Well, you don’t—now!” And he put his shoulder into the stomach of an ambitious tackler and sent him spinning for twenty yards. And so he played out the game, a mon- ster with whom the Bison boys could not contend successfully. His playing was not that of the Big anybody had known. Some- times he led the rush, scattering tacklers right and left, as a tornado might have done; sometimes he followed the inter- ference, and braced it, and gave it abnor- mal power from behind; sometimes he (Continued from page 7) lifted the man with the ball by the very power of his great shoulder and shot him spinning through the demoralized Bison field. But always he was the pivot upon which the play hinged; and always the other eleven saw and understood and was awed into frightened incompetence. His example was enough. Laurel won the game. The score does not matter. Big Benton gave no heed to the number of times his team crossed the goal-lines for touch-downs. It was not the victory for which he had been metamor- phosed; it was for the end of righting a great a And when he fully under- stood that he had accomplished his ambi- tion almost single-handed, his lips relaxed a little, and his broad face wreathed itself ‘into a contented smile. After the referee had blown his final whistle, and tossed his cap high into the air as a signal that the game was done, Twee and Trent bore down upon Big Ben- ton. “What did I tell you?” shrieked Twee, his face as red and damp with perspiration as, that of any of the players. “ What did I tell you, Big? I said all along that you had it in you, and that I knew you'd find yourself.” “The Bison fellows didn’t treat us right about that Purity Banquet,” muttered Big. “Oh, that!” dismissed Twee easily. “Why, that doesn’t matter a bit. They gorged Stuffy Hodges out of the line-up, but Stuffy at his best couldn’t have played the game you did. Eh, Trent?” “Not he,” seconded the coach. “ And next season——” “By the way, Twee,” began Big in an embarrassed manner, “you know I ate on the train. My check was sixty-five cents. Of course——” “We'll pay it,’ announced Student-man- ager Tweedy solemnly. “Thanks.” Big’s eyes looked’ straight into his. “I hate to mention such a small detail; but, after all, it’s only fair and just and right that the Laurel football associa- tion should stand the expense.” “Certainly, Big. It would—er—trouble my conscience if it didn’t allow the claim.”

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Boy Scout Pictures Illustrating Interesting Activi mee ek Ae = - dailies intakes a OO ne Ce CERRO 9 sae 4 HERE'S a way for you to let other boys enjoy your fun with you. That’s because there’s such a wonderful thing as photography. Cameras are curious little things which are so common and so easy to “work” that boys seldom stop to think how really wonderful they are. You just press a button and—snap—there’s your experience in the box! Then of course you have to get it out. The boys who do their own developing know how that’s done; but most boys—and grown-ups, too —let the photographer do it. Anyhow, pretty soon you have your picture, and you have lots of fun showing it to others. Now there are oe other wonderful things—engraving, printing and the United States A MODERN mails. Because of these you have opportunity to let other boys all This game over the United States, and also in other lands, enjoy your fun through een oad DM os MIRE ye Ok is a SEWELL Drxon, Eagle Scout publication of your pictures in BOYS’ LIFE. Let’s Forsyth, Ga. have them, Brick Troop headquarters, built entirely by Boy Scouts in Denver, Col., and paid for with the earnings of a lunch counter managed by the boys. They don’t have to pay a cent for the good times they have in camp. They are Scouts of the Troy Orphan Asylum who have a fife and drum corps. Their music is in demand at camps, and when they respond the expenses of the whole troop are paid. These outings lend a change to the life they live in the-big institution. Ten Scouts of Newport, R.I., under Scout Master Gatzenmeier, hiked sixty miles in less than four days from Newport to Blue Hills Camp, hauling their equipment in a two-wheeled “trek”? cart, shown here. The cart complete weighed 650 pounds. Later the troop took a sight- seeing tour of New England cities.

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and Achievements in all Parts of the United States A Big Boy Scout Camp The big picture shown above was taken in Burnham Park, Morristown, N. J., near the site which has been given over by the city for a permanent Boy Scout headquarters to be built this fall. The boys, under Commissioner J. van Beuren Mitchell, engaged in many delightful = forms of Scout ‘‘ business” and entertaine ment, the forty-eight negro Scouts singing plantation songs and the Italian troop demonstrating interesting games imported from their home country. Each Scout prepared his own meals, the provisions being distributed an hour before meal time. 1 DERN MG MATCH pn page 24 DANIEL Drompp, Bronze Medal Scout, Logansport, Ind, Leaping Into a Fire Net A feature of an ex- hibition by Troops 1, 2 and 3 of Barre, Vermont, was a fire drill in which all the Boy Scouts par- ticipated. It is very in- teresting to note the activity along this line in connection with Di- rector Porter’s article printed in another part of this issue of BOYS’ LIFE. Besides the real GERALD MatrTHews, Life Scout, Portsmouth, O, Pasadena Scouts Help Protect Birds and Animals Above, the Scouts and the warnings they posted. At the left, the Scouts resting in a great valley. A hunter in even the most remote parts of the wilds of California will come face to face with signs prohibiting shooting. The little animals that are so well protected have the First Troop of the Pasadena (Cal.) Boy Scouts to thank. These boys, at the request of the Forest Ranger of Pasadena (the government watchman of the forests), have taken hikes into canyons and posted more than 100 signs which announce that shooting is prohibited. They were accompanied on their trips by Scout Master Lou Westcott Beck, the famous desert traveller, and his splendid dog ‘* Rufus,” who has saved many lives in the terrible sands of the ‘American Sahara.”’ “Rufus” appears in both pictures. serious importance of the exhibition it was a lot of fun to jump off a 25-foot roof, as the Scout is doing in the picture reproduced above, land in the big fire net held by twenty or more sturdy Scouts, and then bounce up again and finally land safely on the ground. Dante, WIiiitaMs, Life Scout, Portsmouth, O,

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22 BOYS’ LIFE September, 1913 With Scout Troops Afield BPS Pe ns: How would you like to live within hik- ing distance of a mountain that makes you sweat at its base and put on a heavy overcoat at the top? Troop No. 1, of Patten, Maine, with 35 boys climbed Mt. Chase, which is only eight miles from their headquarters, and enjoyed snapping messages from peak to peak as they ascended to the very top. The boys saw several eagles gliding down the long val- leys, and with field glasses caught sight of deer and moose. It was a great place for Scouts! [t is not often that Scouts have as good an opportunity to do a good turn as did Troop No. 1, of Schuylkill Haven, Pa., re- cently when they succeeded in averting a serious forest fire just at the northern edge of the town. The fire was discovered’-in a strip of woods on the side of a steep hill at the top of which was a field of ripening wheat. As the fire was spreading under the gath- ering wind, the troop jumped in and worked for several hours, thereby saving the field of grain and preventing further spread of the flames. Black as coal heavers and happy as larks the Scouts marched back into town with the gratitude of the farmer heaped upon their heads. F ORTY Boy Scouts from Houlton and Caribou with blankets and loaded haversacks met at the Blaine station re- cently for a hike up Historic Mars Moun- tain on the border between Maine and New Brunswick, a mountain made famous dur- ing the Aroostook War as a point of van- tage for scouts. The day was hot, and climbing over the loose volcanic rock re quired the Scouts to go the limit. When the top was reached- the Scouts all spread out in fan shape, and made a search for water. Every spring was dry. Like true Scouts, however, the boys stuck it out and slept on the mountain top in beds of sweet-smelling ferns. When water finally reached camp that evening, being brought by two Scouts who had volun- teered to go to town for it, no heroes ever received a greater welcome or more hearty cheers. At the break of day on the following morning the blankets flew as the boys real- ized that one of the grand sights of Nature was outspread at their very feet. The land was swallowed up in mist, only the small island on which they stood being visible. The descent was successfully accom- plished, and after a good swim a hearty breakfast with steaming coffee (and plenty of good, cold water) was indulged in be- fore the start for home. THE Scouts of Portsmouth, Ohio, lent a hand at a recent serious fire in their city. The newspapers say that the boys kept their heads, worked quietly and skill- fully, and put in their efforts where they did the most good. Several firemen were badly burned, and were given first aid by the Scouts. Other Scouts cut down a burning awning, and aided in saving fur- niture and stock, keeping their heads when some older people were throwing things about recklessly. et. UNDER the leadership of Scout Master H. A. Clapp, who was a commodore of the fleet which attended the opening celebration of the Inter-coasted canal in Texas, the Scouts of Collegeport, Texas, raised $50 necessary to pay for a boat, and, after chartering the Oma B., sailed for Galveston, 115 miles away. All of the Fly- ing Eagle Patrol and several from the Blazing Arrow Patrol were consolidated under Leo Hoffman, patrol leader. At Galveston over a hundred boats par- ticipated in the parade down the harbor and before the U. S. S. Windom, which carried the Governor, the Admiral of the celebrating parade and the Vice Admiral. Because the Captain of the Scout Boat obeyed the order to fall in line for the pa- rade, while other boat captains did not, the boat with the Boy Scouts led the water parade and passed before the official re- viewing ship. The boys received cheers all along the water front and from one dock heard the shouts of the Galveston Scouts, who were waiting to escort their neighbors to the camp grounds and there go into camp with them. 66 STAY back, no passing through here!” It was a little thirteen-year-old Boy Scout who had grabbed hold of two good- sized men. Other Scouts soon camé up and tied with a good sound square knot the rope that had been cut. The crowd was pushed back, and the Boy Scouts had saved the Perry Centennial exercises at Erie, Pa., from serious interference. Af- ter a few minutes the crowd was lined up again on the outside of the rope stretched around the speakers’ platform in the Court of Honor. The Chief of Police of Erie was aided by the Boy Scouts all during the week that was set aside for the celebration of Ad- miral Oliver Hazard Perry’s victory in the Battle of Lake Erie, September 10, 1813. The boys also served as guides to strangers in the city and on many occasions obtained applause and praise from the crowds. ALTHOUGH it can hardly be called a hike, it was one of the most wonder- ful trips that Boy Scouts ever took. Under the leadership of Scout Master F. O. Hellier, thirty-four Scouts of the Lisbon (N. D.) Troop left for that fa- mous, historic spot of North Dakota, Old Fort Ransom. It was from this fort that General Custer and his men departed when they went in pursuit of Sitting Bull, and followed him across Montana to a point .near Billings, where nearly all of the sol- diers were killed by the Indians at a place now known as Custer. The boys were not long in discovering on the highest points in the vicinity, several large mounds encircled with stones; and upon digging into these they found the skulls of Indians and parts of skeletons, together with arrow heads, wampum and buffalo teeth. One especially fine arrow- head was found. CATHEDRAL CAMP, at Concord, Mass., has been considerably roused by the publication of the Cathedral Camp News, Ralph Hersey, editor. This period- ical was edited and printed on the camp grounds by Scout Hersey and his staff. Starting out in regular magazine form with a front page illustration, and going through with departments of local news, notes, the Camp Master’s letter, examination ques- tions, the camp officers, and finally the “ Cathedral Camp March,” this little pam- phlet deserves all the praise that has been showered upon it. VERY interesting hike of the past month was that of Troop No. I, Orbisonia, Pa., which hiked from their headquarters to Gettysburg. At Shippens- burg they were met by a number of the local Scouts, and say that they were never treated better by Scouts or any one else before. At Gettysburg they noticed that the peo- ple seemed to be very fond of Scouts, and attributed this to the friendship which the Scouts gained for themselves at the Gettys- burg Reunion. After remaining in camp for three days on the famous battlefield, just a short dis- tance from Devil’s Den, the Orbisonia Scouts, under Scout Master P. F. Yeager, returned home in two days in the best of health and condition. Scout Master Yeager writes: “It was an (Continued on page 34)

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September, 1913 BOYS’ LIFE 2 Pluck ii Boy Gets $2, For Saving a Little Girl THE. largest award made by the Carne. gie Hero Fund Commission at its re- cent session was one of $2,000 to Kenneth Oliver, of Tampico, Ill. Kenneth, eleven years old, received the medal and award for saving the life of Gladys Russell, seven years old. ; One day he was returning home from school when he saw Gladys playing on the track of the Chicago, Burlington and Quincy Railroad. Speeding toward her from the east was a freight train, drawn by two engines. The little girl did not hear or see the train. The boy rushed to the track, seized the child, and pulled her off, and the two rolled down the bank as the train dashed by. The edge of the pilot beam of the leading engine struck the girl, bruising her slightly and narrowly missed the boy. Kenneth is one of the brightest boys in the Tampico public schools. His father is dead. It has always been his ambition to go through college, but he had little hope of it until he received his hero award. “ Jumps’’ and Stops a Runaway Auto Henri Belin, a French Boy Scout, has just performed a particularly plucky feat. A chauffeur driving a car along a ——- Paris street was taken suddenly ill, an the vehicle dashed along, endangering wayfarers. Belin leaped on the car as it passed and stopped it. The owner, who was inside, wished to repay him handsome- ly, but the boy would have none of it, and hurried away. His name was learned by accident. Japanese Mikado Honors California Boy Duncan Fitzgerald, thirteen years old, of Redwood City, Cal., is one of twelve persons who have ever lived in the whole How Red-Top HE Butt-end Stars had it over the Chapin Street bunch like a tent—but we never discovered until ‘too late the flaw in our tent-pole. That was Red- Top Williams, the port-wing flinger who usually struck out about twenty per cent of the batters who faced him. Red-Top was the tent-pole, I mean, and not the flaw. We considered him the unbeatable box artist of the town. He had speed as well as control, and he was as foxy in action as he was in looks. No need telling how badly they trimmed us that day. I’ve forgotten the score long ago—purposely. But what I want to point out is the why. It was Red-Top’s blame, and it finished his promising career on the diamond. He has since taken to publishing a paper, tell- ing how other young pitchers succeed. IN THE UNLUCKY SEVENTH It is necessary to say that the game went along lovely until the seventh—the fatal seventh—when they landed on poor Red- Top unmercifully and shamed him before all the town. And when we had run down the last howling Chapin Streeter in the last of the awful ninth, we saw why Red-Top world, in that he was honored by the ruler of Japan, the Mikado, with a badge of the Kojuh-hosho, given only for exceptional deeds of heroism. Duncan won this honor because he saved a Japanese boy from drowning. Boy on a Bike Catches Runaway Horse Boys perform many wonderful feats of bravery and daring, but it remained for Derry Martin, a boy in a Kansas town, to catch a runaway horse on a bicycle. Derry, taking a chance of being hurt, raced down the crowded street on his wheel and caught the horse by the bridle just in time to prevent serious damage. Praised Though He Failed to Save Playmate Thomas Carroll, a thirteen year-old Boy Scout of the 127th New York City Troop, evoked the praises of a large throng re- cently when he failed in attempting to save William Chait from drowning, in spite of his most heroic efforts. The boys were swimming in the Hudson River when Chait became exhausted and Carroll went to his aid. Twice the drowning boy sank and Carroll, much smaller and _ slighter, hung grimly on. Finally he was obliged to let go, and his friend sank for the last time. It was a case where the very best of effort failed, but Carroll was given the credit due him by everybody that saw it. Boy of Fourteen Has Saved Three Lives in Three Years Although but fourteen years of age, Wil- liam Hingston, Jr., of Bakersville, N. J., has been able to save life on three different occasions. In the summer of 1912 he res- cued a seven-year-old girl from drowning. Several months later on the same sheet of water and after. a covering of ice had formed young Hingston rescued a ten-year- old’ tov who had fallen through. Just latély William has again brought himself to the public notice by lowering his body from the planking over the mouth of a well and dropping to the water below, where his little sister was screaming for aid eighteen feet from the top. William, treading water, managed to keep his sister’s head above the surface until his uncle threw him a rope. Clinging to this, he was lifted to safety. Lost the Game had weakened. He had a lump on his face. All night long he had been tossing and thrashing about his bed with a poultice and hot-drops and I don’t know what all, try- ing in vain to put that growling molar to sleep. The lack of rest, the poisoning of his system by the pus in that “ ulcerated tooth,” the strain of the toothache—these had conspired to drag our honored name in the dust. And never again were we able to wrest back the championship of the town. All on account of a pesky lame tooth! OTHER GAMES LOST THE SAME WAY Bad teeth have lost more than one great game. They have beaten many a contender for the honors of life. They have sent thrones tottering to an untimely fall. A boy who starts the race with bad teeth hasn’t a ghost of a chance to win. His 23 hag REREAD = TRUMPETER. WHat a pack of muddle-heads Lots of men must be! Most times they can jog along, But—let anything go wrong, Straight they’re all at sea. Pottering and blundering Uselessly about— Not an ounce of good are they; All in one another’s way— Where’s a Scout? ° NUTTING in the hazel copse Just outside of Lynn, Some small fellow, newly breeched, From the edge has over-reached, Tumbles headlong in. What’s the good of wondering How it came about? There—a youngster who can swim Dives directly after him. That's a Scout! the street a restive horse, Harnessed to a dray, JN While the man is not about, Fidgets, lashes hotly out, Then he runs away. What’s the use of shouting Whoa! To a bolting horse? There—a lad has got the rein, Pulls the creature round again— Scout, of course! By Dr. William Brady handicap is too big, his tenacity impaired, and his efficiency weakened. He is not a loyal Scout, for he has failed to meet the first demand: BE PREPARED. If I were Chief Scout I should permit no one to wear the badge of honor whose teeth were not sound. Although a Scout might be fairly healthy for a time with a mouthful of bad teeth, he will inevitably fail physically later on unless those teeth are put in good condition immediately. Every inspection should include a thor- ough examination of the teeth. BE BRAVE—AT THE DENTIST'S A decayed tooth paves the way for dys- pepsia, weak blood, chronic rheumatism, scrofula, tonsilitis, and general ill health. There isn’t a more precious possession in the world than a full complement of hard- working dental machinery. Be Prepared. KEEP your teeth sound. Surely a Scout cannot, be brave if he is afraid of the dentist! And if he gets the good habit of visiting the dentist at least once a year he will keep his teeth. Keep- ing them means that he will remain clean, cheerful, loyal and helpful. That means he will be brave.

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24 BOYS’ LIFE September, 1913 Andy's Scrap With Big Foot By DANIEL CARTER BEARD National Scout Commissioner, Boy Scouts of America —,G R EA T go-as-you- please, rough-and-tum- ble scrap it was to be sure. From the de- scription given by Andy himself and handed down to us, he and Big Foot. and the smaller Indian must have gone through all the figures of the dance—and it wound up a dance of death. Andy Poe was a great Indian fighter and he loved a personal encounter with a red man, same as the old-fashioned Irish- man loved a scrap at Donnybrook Fair. Some Wyandott Indians had broken into a house in the settlement and carried off old Bill Jackson, so a dozen of the pion- eers, including both Andy Poe and his brother Adam, mounted horses and started in pursuit of them. When they reached the top of the river bank, the hill was so steep that they picketed their horses and continued on foot. At the bottom of the hill Andy cautioned his companions to keep quiet; the water was still roily where the Indians had stepped in it, and consequently the Indians must be nearby. But it was of no use. His companions were as excited as a pack of fox-hounds and they made so much noise that Andy left them in disgust, turned abruptly to the right and stole to the edge of the river bank over which he cautiously peeped. Moored to the shore was a small raft with tomahawks, bullet pouches and other duffle on it. And standing right under his nose were two painted Indians with guns in their hands! They were watching the river shore in the direction of the noisy white men. Andy noticed that one of the red men was Big Foot, a giant in stature, so he de- cided he would shoot the big fellow and take the other one prisoner. — WHEN THE GUN MISSED FIRE. Worming his way to the edge of the bank, he slowly poked out the end of his 48-inch rifle barrel, took deliberate aim we touched the hair trigger of his flint- ock. But the flint came down with a snap and the gun missed fire. Hearing the click of the lock, the In- dians jumped suddenly and gave out the warning yell of “ Woh! Woh!” Poe dréw back his head like a turtle and the Indians did not see him. The other white men were fighting with five of the Indians about three hundred feet down the river. Andy’s gun again missed fire, so he threw it away and sprang from the bank. His moccasined feet struck the giant In- dian right in the stomach, and he threw one arm around the neck of the other. The suddenness of this act, and its au- dacity, did not give the Indians time to raise their guns, and before they knew what had attacked them, both Indians were on their backs with Andy Poe on top of them, an arm around the neck of each. The guns were kicked out of the red men’s hands, but Andy noticed that there was one already cocked within his own reach. Andy had a Grizzly Bear hug on Big Foot, and his bullet pouch, to which hung his hunting knife, was sandwiched between him and the red man. While he was trying to get hold of the knife handle, the Indian grabbed his hand and shouted some instructions to his comrade. Before they could act, however, Andy gave a sud- den jerk on the knife handle at the very moment the Indian let loose his hold. This brought the knife out so suddenly that it flew out of the clutch of Andy’s fin- gers. Big Foot now gave Andy’s body a terrible hug, while the smaller Indian sprang to the raft, seized a tomahawk and struck at the prostrate man’s head. But Andy’s foot canfe up suddenly, kicking the red man’s wrist and sending the tomahawk flying to the river. TOMAHAWKED IN THE WRIST Big Foot by this time was growing peev- ish, and he said things good and hard to the smaller red man, who rushed to the raft and got another tomahawk. This time Poe shielded his head with his right arm and the tomahawk struck him in the wrist. It cut clean through one of the bones and three of the cords, thus putting his hand out of commission and leaving only the forefinger uninjured. The tomahawk it- self caught in the sinews of Poe’s wrist, who, jerking his hand over his head, sent the weapon gyrating through the air. The big Indian now loosened his hold and both men sprang to their feet. Andy seized the cocked gun with his left hand and shot the smaller Indian through the body. A FIGHT IN THE WATER Instantly the big Indian grabbed Andy by the ~o &. and hip and threw him into the river! But even then, the white man was as quick as the red man; he caught the latter by his breech clout with his left, or uninjured hand, and pulled the Big Chief into the water also. The river was high and deep and both men tried their best to drown each other. They were fighting there in the water when the other white men came up. These rescuers didn’t “keep their heads.” They fumbled in picking up the unloaded gun and, in their haste, broke the locks of the loaded one. Worse still, they mistook Andy for the Indian—or had bad aim— and shot him in the shoulder, while the brave, wounded fellow was trying his best to swim. But in the end they killed both of the Indians. Although badly wounded, Andy reached shore and eventually recovered from his injuries. COULD FIGHT A MAD BULL, TOO He was.a splendid big, athletic man, was Andy, and lived to a good old age. His whole life was one of daring adventure. He was a great hunter as well as a great Indian fighter. He could fight worse ene- mies than Indians, too. When he was quite an old man, he was attacked by a vi- cious bull. This naturally ruffled his tem- per, so he rushed to his cabin, secured his trusty old tomahawk and, after driving all the cattle out of the yard except the bull, grasped the right horn of the beast and, single-handed, killed it, with no weapon but his tomahawk—the identical tomahawk used in the fight with Big Foot. A PIONEER WHO WASN’T PREPARED There are several things for us to learn from this fight between Andy Poe and Big Foot. In the first place, Andy should have seen that his gun was in working order before he entered into such a strenuous encounter. He evidently had not learned the Scout’s motto, “Be prepared.” He won out in that battle only by his wonder- ful strength, alertness and courage. The Indians, too, were very careless; they did not hide their trail and were en- tirely off their guard: if the white men had not made so much noise in their haste to catch the Indians, they probably would have captured all the Indians without trou- ble by taking them unawares. The whole thing was more like a scrap between two gangs of fighting boys than the skillful battle we might expect from the most in- telligent savages on the face of the earth and the best woodcrafters that ever lived. Good Games for Boys to Play ** Knights ’’ There are times when boys want a lit- tle in the way of “rough house.” Pick from two to six of the bigger boys and place them face-in on the four sides of a square six or eight yards across. About three feet behind each of these stands a smaller, lighter boy, and at a signal each of the smaller boys runs forward and leaps upon the back of his “horse.” They then all sail in and attempt to unhorse one an- other, and the survivor is, of course, the winner. A circle of eight or ten feet should be drawn around the contestants, and any- one getting outside this is disqualified. Without this last rule, boys are apt to hang back until most of the others are out of the way, and then come in perfectly fresh and win out. There is no rule against hair pulling, as any boy who is taken hold of in this way can easily compel his antagon- ist to let him go by employing similar tac- tics. The picture of “Knights,” shown on page 20, was taken at the recent exhibi- tion of the Mount Vernon Scout troops. **Let the Snakes Alone ’’ Here is a dandy game that can be played by the younger boys when a halt is made on a hike. Lay down your hike-sticks on a level piece of ground about two feet apart and parallel to one another. They will look like railway ties. The object now is to do stunts over them without touching the “snakes.” First you run through, then hop on right foot, then on left, run through backwards, hop through backwards, jump two at a time, go through blindfolded, and the star performance would be to go through on your hands. It’s an Indian game and is called, “ Let the Snakes alone.” This game is very popular in Sweden and is intended for patrols. The different patrols line up with a space between each patrol. Each boy grasps his left foot with his right hand, and on the word “Go” all start forward on one foot; the idea is to see which patrol can get the greatest num- ber of boys across a certain line first.

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September, 1913 BOYS’ LIFE 25 SCOUT MASTERS! Would you like a complete new equipment for your troop without a penny of cost? Through a new plan which will start September Ist we will furnish Boy Scouts - with their personal, troop and camp equipment, such as uniforms, axes, knives, flags, banners and pennants; tents, blankets and boats—or the money to buy them. The work required in return for this is thoroughly in accord with the Scout law— “A Scout is thrifty.” OUR PLAN | SOLVES THE TROOP FINANCIAL PROBLEM and in addition will be a splendid help to Scouts in acquiring a business knowl- edge. \This plan will be operated through Scout Masters only. Write today for full infcrmation. To Boy Scouts If you are proud of your troop and wish to have a full equipment for yourself; if you want the other boys to be well equipped; if you want to start now to lay plans for a great camp next year, with everything you could wish—take this announcement to your Scout Master and ask him to write for the information if he has not already done so. Address all communications to Superintendent, BOY SCOUT DEPT. THE YOURS TRULY COMPANY CHICAGO, ILLINOIS

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Keep Smiling Then brush the cobwebs out of your eyes and smile, Look straight in the face of the world and grin, If it knocks you down just try again, And don’t grieve over what might have been, But Smile Wonderful “‘What kind of a saucepan is that from which, though it has no lid, the water will not come out when the saucepan is turned upside down?” “A very wonderful one, I should think.” “No, merely an empty one.” Tenderfoot Indeed Grub time in camp. “ What’s happened to these eggs? Petri- fied?” sit fea “They are pretty hard, but I ‘boiled them just as long as mother told me to.” “How long?” “Twelve min - utes.” “Twelve min - utes! Why, three is long enough for an egg.” “That’s what mother said, but I boiled four of them.” Bright Boy Sammy, says Lippincott’s, never “ hurt himself” studying, and his mother was very much sur - prised one day when he came home from school and said: “TI got a hun- this morn- « That’s lovely,” exclaimed his mother. “What was it in?” “ Fifty in reading and fifty in ’rithmetic,” replied the boy. The Reason Why SHorteE: “Hullo, Tallboy! I want to ask you a riddle. Why are‘tall people the laziest?” Tatitsoy: “I don’t think it’s true that they are lazy, therefore I cannot think of a reason. But you may as well tell me why.” SuHorte: “ Because they are always the longest in bed.” Could You Tell? Town Scout: “Would you say a hen is sitting or setting?” Country Scout: “I don’t know, but if ee cackled I should ask is she is laying or ying.” Fox, in New York Evening Sun. The Beauties of Nature If you want really to appreciate beauti- ful scenery, row a heavy boat hard up- stream for about a mile, and you will find that even a mud bank is worth stopping to admire. Used to a Boat A boy in a sea- coast town asked a sailor if he ever rode a bicycle. “Certainly not,” said the sailor. “Do you think I’d trust myself on something that had its rudder in front?” ‘all —_~ (a | x Wh jh %. n= GQ (( Ati} | | A THRILLING ADVENTURE COMES QUICKLY TO AN END 26

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September, 1913 LIFE BOYS’ 27 The Scouts at Gettysburg (Continued from page 17) As he finished speaking, a man in a coat of blue, who had come up while the Cap- tain was talking, stepped out and grasped the Captain’s hand, informing him that he was the man with whom he had fought. The meeting between these two men was only one of the many seen about the camp. BY SCOUT RUSSELL A. YARNELL "he Scouts were at work even when off Three of them were walking over og battlefield when they came across a veteran with a broken leg. Now, this broken leg happened to be a wooden leg, and, instead of wanting to go to the hos- pital, he wanted to go to the blacksmith’s shop. The boys went to the nearest Red Cross station, phoned for an ambulance and took him to his hospital, the black- smith’s shop. While many numerous reunions of vet- erans were held during the week, one of the most touching scenes on the battlefield was that of the “blue and the gray” sit- ting on a stone together fighting their bat- tles over again and exchanging thrilling experiences, but now in a very different spirit from that of fifty years ago. Altogether this great battlefield made a never-ending impression on all of us. The Boy Scouts certainly feel and know that they were treated to a sight that neither this country nor any other country will again witness and feel that they gained a great experience. The boys also feel very grateful to the state for this great opportunity, and certainly hope they made it up to the state in the good work they did there. BY SCOUT ROBERT L. LEYBURN O ~ — related a story to the writer having gone for a walk over the battleneld on the morning of July 2, 1913, on which evening he told the story. When he came to “ Devil’s Den” he was reminded of the terrible clash he had there with a Southern soldier. He had been charging with his gun when he clashed into his opponent. The Northerner held forth his gun just in time to block the other’s sword from slashing his neck, entering his arm instead. The Northerner’s comrade slashed the Southerner across the face with his sword. The afternoon of this day of the reunion the Northern veteran was speaking to a Southern veteran in the Southerner’s camp. The Southerner suddenly recognized him. He asked the Northerner if he didn’t re- member him, but he did not. Then the Southerner parted his beard and showed the other the scar from his slash across the face, and the Union veteran showed the scar on his arm. There was then, of course, a hearty conversation, and two for- mer angry enemies were now thick friends. This is but one of many such instances which go to show the great value of the | celebration. BY SCOUT H. T. WALKER, JR. [tT was not an unusual sight to see a group | of gray-clad veterans come over into | the Union camp to talk to the “ Yanks,” and vice versa, for many “ Yanks” went to the Confederate camp to have a talk with the “Johnny Rebs.” They were not shy | about calling each other “Yanks” and “ Johnny,” either. Frequently when a Con- federate “vet” came walking into the G. A. R. camp you would hear something like this, “Well, if I ain’t captured another Johnny.” And in many cases before long (Continued on page 29) ” The Remington-UMC ubs take a.22o0n their canoe trip REMINGTON UMC | 1'\ 22 Vacation time is shooting time for men and boys alike > This is the rifle to take with you on the picnic, the yore or fishing trip; anywhere you go out of doors. The Remington-UMC solid breech hammerless cori make this .22 repeater sure and safe—preserve the action from danger by dirt, sand, leaves and twigs—-no protruding hammer to catch on clothes, boat, tree or branch. Easily cared for —takes down with the fingers. cleaned from the breech. Shoots .22 short, .22 long or .22 long rifle cartridges. Made by the same expert gunsmiths who make the famous Remington-UMC big game rifles. Remington Arms-Union Metallic Cartridge Co. New York City | fez Cin PT ic if pec ih Ise | | but iti im We Mf th au “ta ii Ht i we Afi I Wd : |" rita TT j Barrel is ai Bo ciel SCOUT MASTERS AND TROOP LEADERS Send to Box 213, Portland, Me., for free book of instructions: ‘*How to avoid accidents in using Bind Your Copies of BOYS’ LIFE in Permanent Form The Boys’ Lire binder holds 12 numbers— single copies of any issue may be inserted or withdrawn at will. How to Earn a Binder We want to place a Boys’ Lire binder in thd hands of every member of our reading staff an will send one without cost for two yearly sub- scriptions (new or renewal) at $1.00 each, or for three yearly subscriptions from Boy Scouts at the special mem * price of 75 cents per sub- ae Not good in combination with any other offers. 99 Postpaid price to readers of Boys’ Lig, 75 firearms. cents per binder. Address Subscription Department BOYS’ LIFE, 200 Fifth Ave.,.N.Y” | lay aivgavenon i ouetuy lareagued, baer tain this valuable service by alway? mentiv BOYS’ LIFE when answering adverti:

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BOYS’ LIFE September, 1913 Bitié RANGE OMRER | CLERK | DSENER | STAGE 7 AGRICULTURAL SECTION EXHIBITS THEATRE euraance . 7 E EXTRA cart rz K Broad Street. ad KING ALFREOS PLACE Da 30,000 Boy Scouts at a Rally Wonderful Exhibition of Merit Badge Work in England UST think of it! Thirty thousand Scouts from all over the world and within wig-wagging distance of each other. That’s the number that attended a rally at Birmingham, England, July 2 to 8. It was surely the biggest sensation that has ever been caused by the Scouts, and sets a new mark for joint Scout activity. They had something new, too. It was the first time that First Class Scout achievements were exhibited to the public. More was made of the merit badge tests in Birmingham than ever before. The huge exhibition hall, the arrangement of which is pictured on this page, was the scene of demonstrations of merit badge work, which was the most complete ever shown. Boy Scout experts from all over the world were there to give detailed explanations to the public and to younger Scouts about the preparation necessary to pass these higher tests which are open only to First Class Scouts. The prizes awarded for the best exhibi- tion along every line of merit badge ac- tivity were most elaborate and well worth trying for. Those in aviation, for instance, included several courses of apprenticeship in English schools of aviation. Look at the diagram of Bingley Hall and see the way it was divided for the immense rally. Doesn’t it look big? Clustered around the center of the hall were the booths containing these exhibits which caused world-wide comment. Here were the editorial offices and printing presses of “The Daily Scout,” a paper issued by the Scouts themselves on the grounds; and giv- ing full and detailed accounts of what was being done every day by these visiting boys from all over the world. Can you imagine that the Scouts gath- ered together in this way speaking differ- ent languages, but wearing only slightly different costumes, could co-operate so successfully in so big an undertaking? Of course, most of the Scouts were from Eng- land, and they were very enthusiastic about the visit of His Royal Majesty, Prince Arthur of Connaught, brother of the King. This was probably the most wonderful sight during the entire exhibition. Four hundred life savers and King’s scouts were lined up in single formation in front of the main booth. With hats raised on staves, the great mass of Scouts with a mighty shout greeted the popular Prince. Sir Robert S. S. Baden-Powell, the English Chief Scout, though in somewhat poor health, was present during the entire ex- hibition. The exhibitions by Scouts of the differ- ent countries were perfectly presented, and showed that they were really prepared. The Scotch Pipers made a hit with their dances and tunes, and the calesthenics of the Swedish Scouts were perfect specimens of their kind. All who took part in the monster exhibition deserve a great amount of credit for their endeavors. Good Business Boys One of the best ways of earning money during the summer has been tried this year for the first time by twenty boys of the Waukesha, Wis., High School. They started a regular factory in the manual training room of their high school building, and are making money through the sale of their products. Three boys travel through the State and sell the out- put of the “factory” to retail stores and individuals. Those who do the actual work of making pieces of furniture and bric-a- brac are fortunate in having been allowed by the School Board to rent the school shop at a moderate price. Over $500 worth of orders have already been taken, and more are coming in. The boys don’t feel that they are “ working ”—they are having a jolly, good time earning what is considerably more than pin money. Scoutin g on Western Plains Some Features of Troop Activities in South Dakota By JAMES P. MURPHY HE scout who lives in a heavily forested section of the country may consider himself fortunate. Certainly he has a distinct advantage over the boy living in the practically treeless regions of the West, Southwest, and Middle West; for with the woodland to draw upon, Nature provides him with all the essential tools of his craft. He can provide a better camp than his brother of the plains. He can put to practical use at once the rudiments of scouting and wood- craft. As our troop is located in one of the Mid- dle Western states, our activities must needs be confined to the plains and prairies. On a recent hike of 18 miles to the principal river of this section we passed but one small grove of trees and only four farm houses. The country is quite level, and it is possible to see for miles around on a clear day. And herein, by the way, lies the principal advantage that we enjoy by reason of our geographical and climatic location. The at- mosphere being generally very clear, we are in a position to use the Semaphore and Morse systems of signaling for great distances. Our boys have devised a private code of their own for use with a new box kite just completed We have adopted the International Signal Code flags for this purpose, using two sets of them packed in a portable case. This sys- tem was in actual operation at the South Da- kota State Fair last fall. At present our troop are mastering the rudiments of wireless telegraphy, which we introduced on a small scale last year; and we hope to so perfect our apparatus as to make it adaptable to use with the box kite, as the aerial suspension. Using this method, we will be able to increase the sending and receiving distances of our instruments at will, Just now the matter of exact adjust- ment and perfect tuning is rather puzzling to our amateur operators. We own two “H. & M.” wireless sending and receiving outfits, with a sending range of 25 to 50 miles and a receiving range of 800 to 1,500 miles. Where it is not possible to secure more expensive instruments, I can recommend nothing better than the above for the use of boy scout troops elsewhere, situated as we are. Our troop is accustomed to long hikes, and we prefer marching at night. Our record hike covered a distance of 16 miles in four and one-half hours, full tentage and personal equipment being carried by each member. For the past two years we have been at- tending the State Fairs, and our boys enjoy the annual encampments there very much. The State Board of Agriculture has ex- tended to us every possible favor, assigning special grounds for the use of the boys dur- ing our stay and lending much other assist- ance. The scouts are steadily winning their way into the good graces of the representative citizens and public men, who appreciate what scoutcraft has done, is doing, and will con- tinue to do on a broader scale than ever be- fore for the youths of South Dakota. What One Boy Did The biggest tree in Germany, forty-two feet around, was destroyed by a thought- less boy, who built a fire inside it.

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September, 1913 BOYS’ LIFE The Scouts at Gettysburg (Continued from page 27) the War of the Rebellion was being re- fought with their arms around each others’ shoulders. You could not do justice to a comment on the Gettysburg reunion without saying something about the battlefield, for indi- rectly it is the cause of the reunion. Little Round Top looks peaceful enough now. Its rocks, which 50 years ago stood out in bold relief against the horizon, are now contrasted with the green foliage of the trees which have sprung up in the in- tervening years. Looking on this peaceful scene, one would little think that on the struggle for the possession of this little hill depended the question whether or not the Union would be saved. It would take too long to cover the entire battlefield, but it is sufficient to say that nothing brings more forcibly to mind “what they did here” than to walk over the battlefield yourself. BY SCOUT LOUIS GOLDFIELD O™= of the Scouts in our troop said that a veteran whom he had befriended in the State Hospital tents, while he was helping there, promised to leave all his money to the Scouts when he died. He also blessed every Scout in the world for the good he is doing to those in need. An- other Scout in our troop was offered a ten- dollar tip the first day in camp from a party of Southern veterans for his services, but, of course, refused. From the Danish King The King of Denmark has sent his kind wishes to the Boy Scouts of America, and especially to Troop 5 of Plainfield, N. J., through Scout Allen Mogensen, who is only a Tenderfoot. Mogensen was spending his vacation in Denmark. While there at a rally of six hundred Boy Scouts from Eng- land, Denmark, and Germany, by virtue of his badge and uniform, the American Scout was assigned a position in an English camp. One day the King of Denmark came to Kalo, where the camp was pitched, and re- viewed the Scouts. Hearing that there was a representative of the Boy Scouts of America present, he caused the boy to be taken out of the line and brought before him. He shook hands with Scout Mogen- sen, and said that he was pleased to shake the hand of a Boy Scout of America, and that he wanted to charge him with the duty of conveying his kind greetings to the Boy Scouts of America in general and to his own troop in particular. Mogensen re- turned the greeting with a salute and proudly stepped back into his place in the ranks. Important Events in Other Septembers Sept. 1, Capture of Sedan, 1870. Sept. 5, American brig Enterprise cap- tured British brig Boxer off coast of Maine. Sept. 6, President McKinley shot at Buf- falo, 1901. Sept. 10, Commodore Oliver Hazard Perry defeated the British in the Battle of Lake Erie. (“ We have met the enemy and they are ours.”) 1813. Sept. 11, Battle of Lake Champlain, Mc- Donough’s victory, 1814. Sept. 13, Battle of Chapultepec, 1847. Sept. 14, City of Mexico taken by U. S. troops, 1847. Sept. 15, William H. Taft born, 1857. Sept. 17, Battle of Antietam, 1862. Sept. 19-20, Battle of Chickamauga, 1863. What’s New? That’s what Scouts will ask when they return from vacations. _ The question will be answered in the SCOUT SUPPLY CATALOGUE ISSUED BY NATIONAL HEADQUARTERS Price 3 Cents Among the New Supplies Are These: FELT PENNANTS College boys are not to be allowed to have a monopoly of this popular article of wall decoration. A beautiful pennant has been designed especially for the Boy Scouts of America. Made of high grade blue felt and bearing the official seal and the motto “Be Prepared” in golden felted lettering. Two sizes—12 x 24 inches’ - . - - 25 cents. 9 x 18 inches - - - - rocents. OFFICIAL SONG BOOKS Nothing like a rousing good song to keep up flagging spirits on a long, hard hike. The Scout Song Book contains a lot of new songs written especially for Scouts, and many old favorites adapted to their use. Scout Masters will find the books a great help toward livening up troop Sap. Single copies, 15 cents. 25 to 100 copies subject to 10% discount. 100 or more copies subject to 15% discount. TROOP FLAGS The official troop flag in “parade size’ 444 x 5% feet. Made of all wool “Sterling’’ bunting. Price $3.00. These flags may be lettered at an additional cost of 10 cents for each letter, numeral or other character. AMERICAN FLAGS National Headquarters also sells American flags to correspond in size with the above. These may be had in all wool ‘Sterling’ bunting at $2.80 and of superior quality “Government” bunting at $4.00. Appropriate mountings and trimmings including fringe, tassels, pole, brass spear head, rain cover and patent leather belt may be secured for $6.40, in addition to the price of the flag. Prices quoted on silk and bunting flags of all sizes. PATROL SHOULDER KNOTS Striking bits of color which increase the attractiveness of the Scout uniform and distinguish the members of one patrol from another. Made of best imported braid, six inches long, and fitted with a brass clip for fastening to the shoulder. Find the emblem of your patrol on pages 20-22 of the Handbook for Boys and order a shoulder knot of the colors there indicated. All combinations of colors in stock. Price 5 cents. ORDER DIRECT FROM Boy Scouts of America, National Headquarters 200 Fifth Avenue, New York City

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BOYS’ LIFE What Won't Boys Boy Taking Longest Canoe Trip Ever Made TARTING from New York and going west through the Great Lakes into the Maumee river, through the Wabash, Ohio, and Mississippi to the gulf, then through the Panama canal, and up the Pacific to San Francisco is the itinerary for a canoe trip, which is hailed as the longest ever attempted by anybody. What makes this more interesting is that an Indiana boy, son of an old scout who did services in the Spanish-American War, is already as far as the Wabash on his trip. The boy’s name is J. H. Sullivan, and he expects to make the trip by doing only 23 miles a day. Makes a Steam Engine From Old Tomato Cans The steam engine represented in this cut was made by Scout Rader Bishop out of two old to- mato cans. It is complete in every re- spect, having boiler flues, piston steam pipes, water gauge, whistle, etc. It will carry about 20 pounds of steam and run perfectly. The water gauge was made out of a glass vial and the whistle out of a cartridge. The bal- ance wheel belonged on a toy wagon.— Clarence J. Clark, Scout Master Troop 3, Roanoke, Va. Boy of Fifteen Writes Stories for “ Movies” _ Who writes the stories that are shown in the “movies”? Did you ever imagine that several of them have been written by a boy just like yourself ? Oliver Bailey, fifteen years old, is one of those who help to entertain the thou- sands of moving picture enthusiasts all over the United States. Oliver, who lives in San Antonio, gets his inspiration from experiences of everyday life. He wrote the “Mysterious Thief” for a film com- pany because he had seen a clever dog ap- pearing from time to time in its pictures. This dog is made the “ mysterious thief ” in Oliver’s moving picture. All of his pic- tures must be written up. in scenes, and are therefore called “ scenarios.” Unlike Peter Pan, who wanted never to grow up, Oliver is very eager to become a man and write still better “‘ movies.” Got a Valuable Idea From His Fountain Pen Frank Griffen, a boy living in San An- tonio, Texas, started two years ago to earn money for an aeroplane, and as a result he has invented and had patented a self- feed, electric soldering-iron. Being a wideawake American boy, he set about finding a way to earn money for the aeroplane that he wanted. As he was Be Doing Next ? writing one day with a fountain pen, the thought jumped into his mind that tin- smiths would be glad to have a soldering- iron made on the same principle as the fountain pen, so he trigged up one. He wrote immediately to the United States Patent Office, and was referred to a law- yer who helped him secure the patent for the new invention. He is seventeen years old, and is em- ployed as a press feeder in a printing house in San Antonio. His chief interest is elec- tricity, however, and he has been experi- menting with it ever since he was a child. He’s a Famous Fiddler at Thirteen Jacques Margolis, thirteen years old, is such a wonderful violin player that he was awarded the Grand Prize of the Royal Conservatory of Music, in Brussels, Bel- gium. ’ Three years ago the boy was sent to the conservatory to study music, and he has improved so much that now he is ranked among the best violin players of the world. The winners of this prize are usually men about thirty years old, but this little ‘fel- low has been able to defeat all other con- testants. He is also the first American that has ever won this big prize, and so has captured the added distinction of bring- ing the honor to this country for the first time. His intense patriotism is shown by his reverent playing every Fourth of July and Christmas of the American air, ‘“ The Star Spangled Banner.” Duci Kerekjarto Is Some Fiddler, Too The first concert of the London Opera House this year was given by eleven-year- old Duci Kerekjarto. This Hungarian boy is only eleven, but’ when he was only six his musical powers were sufficiently ma- ture to justify the Royal Academy of Bud- apest in receiving him, where he was the pupil of Dr. Hubay. It is stated that he could play the piano before he could talk plainly, but so small were his hands, even at a later age, that his parents thought greater possibilities were offered by the violin. Boy Street Singer Astonishes the Critics Joseph Pavloff, a young Russian, who has been called “the boy Caruso” be- cause of his remarkable voice and its like- ness in tone to that of the great Italian singer, was heard at the Long Beach pa- vilion, near New York, recently. This boy, was born-in Kieff, Russia, is only twelve years old, but he has astonished those who have heard him sing by the richness and sweetness of his tenor voice and its amaz- ing volume. He was found singing in the street by a New York man, who has given the boy a fine home and seen to the training of his voice. Joseph is intelligent and winning in his personality, and has talent in his line which, his friends say, will lift him to fame and renown. September, 1913 The Cruise of the ‘‘ Pioneer ”’ “CAST off,” commanded Captain Good- win, and twenty-five Sea Scouts were on their way out of Boston Harbor for a two weeks’ cruise along the New England shore. As the B. S. S.-“‘ Pioneer” glided gracefully out past the Charleston Navy Yard where the old U. S. S. Con- stitution is moored, Sea Scout Master Shaw settled down in a corner and ex- plained to the boys just what it meant to be a Sea Scout. Their ideals are the same as the “land” Boy Scouts, and they have the same sign, THE “ PIONEER” the same oath and the same law. Their accomplishments are the same also; the only difference is that they are applied in conjunction with the study and practice of seamanship. Among Sea _ Scouts the “boat’s crew” takes the place of the pa- trol, the “coxswain” is the patrol leader, and the “ bow-man” his assistant. Two or more “boat’s crews” constitute a “ com- pany” of Sea Scouts, and these are in charge of a Sea Scout Master. The “Pioneer” was donated to the Sea Scouts by Arthur A. Carey, Chairman of INSPECTION the National Committee on Sea Scouting. It is an able go-foot “Gloucester Schoon- er,” fitted for cruising accommodations for about twenty boys. It leaves Boston with a new crew every two weeks during the summer. In this way all the Sea Scouts of New England have a two weeks’ cruise every year. This, its third season, has been more successful in every way than the pre- vious years. To start things coming your way, go after them. It’s easy to fool the boy who thinks he knows it all.

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3 September, 1913 BOYS’ LIFE 33 How the Boys Escaped (Continued from Page 12) the lower slopes, and then suddenly came to rest on a spur of rock which stood iso- lated from the parent cliff by some six feet, and whose sides dropped sheer down to the base of the cliffs. There, on this lofty column of rock, with one leg crumpled up underneath him, his usually plump, red face white and strained, was John Craddock. How had he got there? A dozen possible solutions of the question flitted through Bob’s mind, but he dismissed them all. The question was not how he got there, but how to get him off. How? Excited and anxious, Bob half clambered, half fell to a place on the cliffs exactly op- posite and a: little way above the rock on which John lay. “ Hello!” he called loudly. “ Hello!” No response from the crumpled figure on the rock. John had fainted. sudden flash rent the pitch-black clouds overhead, lighting up the whole cliff with extraordinary brilliancy, and at the same moment Bob made up his mind. To leave his cousin alone in the storm while he went to get help was impossible. His code of honor told him to stay by his friend, and to trust to Providence to help them out, and he obeyed it. Carefully keeping his eyes from the sheer drop beneath, he sprang outwards toward the pillar of rock stone some eight feet be- neath on which his cousin lay. A sudden jar brought him to his senses, and the next moment he was kneeling be- side the senseless body of his friend, heed- less of the storm which raged around him. Never will Bob forget the horror of that night on the rock. He dressed John’s inflamed ankle as best he could, binding it tightly round with his necktie. Then, drenched to the skin by the rain, which was now falling in torrents, and shielding his cousin’s helpless body with his own, he settled himself to a lonely watch till the morning should dawn. How long he remained awake, and at what time he dropped off to sleep, Bob never knew, but the early morning sunshine was flooding the cliffs with its light and the gulls were calling plaintively to one another when he awoke and looked around him. In the full light of day their position looked even more hopeless than it had on the previous night. There was absolutely no chance of escape for either of them without aid. Bob tapped his cousin on the shoulder, and Craddock woke with a start. “Hello!” he murmured sleepily, “time to get up?” He tried to rise from the ground, but sank back with a groan. “My ankle,” he said, “ it hurts——” Suddenly the happenings of the last twen- ty-four hours flashed upon him. He turned and looked at Bob in surprise. “You here?” he murmured, “how did you come?” “TI climbed up to help you,” said Bob as cheerfully as circumstances would permit. “We both seem to be in a tight place, don’t we? How did you get here?” “TI was climbing after a nest,” said Craddock, “and just as I reached the ledge of rock where the nest is, I suppose I must have slipped, for I felt myself falling, and the next thing I knew was that I was on the ledge of rock here——” we you wrote a note?” interrupted ob. “Yes, but it slipped from my fingers be- fore I’d finished writing it, and fell over the edge. Did you find it?” “Yes,” said Bob. “ And that’s why you climbed up here?” “ Yes.” | “ Then,” Craddock held out his hand, and his eyes were wet, “all I can say is that, | after the way I’ve treated you, you’re the best chum a fellow ever had!” The boys shook hands in silence, and then sat staring down at the roadway which wound in and out like a gray ribbon far below. “ Say,” remarked Craddock after a long silence, “can you see that fellow walking | along the road over there?” Bob looked in the direction indicated and | a sudden exclamation burst from his lips. “ Why—why, it’s father,” he cried. “ Of course they'll be hunting for us. Let’s shout to him, but I doubt if he can hear us.” The boys strained their lungs to the ut- most, but they might as well have been shouting to a fence-post for all the notice the little black figure on the road took of them. “He can’t hear us,” cried Bob despair- ingly. “ He'll be round the bend in a min- ute or two. Oh, if we could only make him see us somehow!—Wait— “I'll signal to him!” “ Signal? How?” Bob didn’t answer. With hands that trembled with excite- ment he pulled his watch from his pocket and snapped open the back of the case. The rays of the sun fell full on the high- ly-polished metal which reflected them in lines almost as true as those reflected by the mirror of Bob’s heliograph. “What on earth was that?” queried Mr. Dunstan of himself, as a blinding flash of light passed across his eyes. “Some reflec- tion from something, I suppose. I wish I knew where Bob had got to. Staying with some friends, I suppose, and yet— There’s that flash again!” Mr. Dunstan stopped and gazed at the little circle of light, which was zig-zagging about on the flat surface of a granite boul- der just in front of him. “That’s strange,” he muttered; “it might almost be some one signalling in the Morse Code, but——” “He’s watching it,” shouted Craddock, peering eagerly over the edge of the rock. “Shine it in his eyes again, or he'll move on.” Bob did as he was directed, and once more Mr. Dunstan came to a halt. Dot, dot, dot, dot; dot; dash; dot, dot,; dot, dot, dot; spelt out Bob letter by letter on the granite boulder. “H-e-l-p,” read out Bob’s father on the road below, and then he looked up and saw a strip of white handkerchief hanging like a signal of distress over the side of the rock on which were the two boys. “We are stuck up here on this crag, John and Bob,’ signalled the patrol leader. “ Bring ropes.” “All right, my boy,” waved back the Colonel, using his white handkerchief as a fiag, “keep up courage, I’m going to bring | e ” In less than an hour and a half the boys had been lowered from their perilous posi- tion and were on their way home. ~ os “Well,” remarked Bob a day or two after as he stood by Craddock’s bedside, for his cousin had not yet recovered from his sprained ankle, “that heliograph did come | in useful, didn’t it? 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34 BOYS’ LIFE Sew up the pocket of the old brown shirt! Uncle Sam's sol- diers sew up the pockets of their shirts lengthwise, leaving just enough space for a can of Dr. Lyon’s. Thus—whether in camp or on the march — they are always prepared for GOOD TEETHKEEPING When you sew up your shirt pocket you can use the portion not taken up by Dr. Lyon’s can for carrying your tooth brush wrapped in waxed paper. Be sure, Boy Scouts, to visit your dentist at least twice a year and to brush your teeth regular ly with \ ¥ PERFECT = Jooth Powder ‘N ‘N N 520 W.27th Pr ed f: ly half . eper ‘or near alf a century by a Doctor of St., New York bo Dental Surgery Gentlemen: \ _ Smooth, gritless, pleasant to use. Preserves teeth by \_ keeping them thoroughly polished. This is the safe \ way to clean your teeth. Remember, too, that Dr. Lyon’s is the standard \ dentifrice of the United States Army and Navy and the National Guard. This is an endorse- Enclosed find 2 cents in stamps. 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Th i i t atew il, tale ne et ey are in the Boy Scout Diary, convenient for any BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA, 200 Fifth Avenue, New York City of useful information and records of progress in Scoutcraft, unaffected by the et. : Price—s cents each, postpaid, if five books are ord ime. Get other boys to join you in ordering. Address Scout Supply |S sewet. eared ordered at one time ‘River steamboat. September, 1913 Troops Afield (Continued from Page 22) honor to be a Scout after the praise that was given the boys that took part in the Gettysburg Reunion.” ONE of the most successful demonstra- tions of modern Boy Scout methods was seen at the second annual exhibition of the Second Mt. Vernon (N. Y.) Troop, Scout Master Elmer G. Willyoung. The exhibition, given at the Siwanoy Country Club,’ was enhanced by the presence of Chief Scout Executive James E. West, who presented the First and Second class badges to those who had earned them dur- ing the past year. To the music of their own fife‘and drum | corps the entire troop marched on the field, | saluted the flag, and immediately proceeded 'to the pitching of their shelter tents. Ir | the tripod drill, which followed, the Scouts | built fires under kettles, which they had supported from quickly rigged tripods. After calisthenics and drills, a demon- | stration of first aid was made interesting | by the use of a pulmotor, which had been |secured from the Westchester Lighting Company. From a human tower, three tiers high, messages were transmitted over |large areas, and later in the day messages were sent out by means of wireless ap- paratus. At a Sunday school picnic on the fair grounds at Bowling Green, Ohio, the | mounted police didn’t show up, and the only means of keeping the crowds of chil- |dren back from dangerous points was by | enlisting the aid of the Boy Scouts, and |they were ready, willing, and “ prepared.” | While the athletic events were being run | off, the Scouts formed a “fence” with their staffs and prevented any interferencé | which might otherwise have occurred. Be- |sides these duties they acted as a “lost |and found” bureau, and succeeded in re- | storing many lost articles. Scout Kirk haa |on display his wireless apparatus, and gave | demonstrations to the crowds. ‘THE Scouts of Deansboro, N. Y., re- cently raised a flag pole, forty-two | feet in height, in the center of their camp, | doing all the work themselves with ordi- |mary staves according to Scout methods. | Another distinctive feature was the record | of three minutes and ten seconds made in | breaking camp. In this short time the | boys, under Scout Master W. H. Wheeler, |took down the tents and rolled and fixed | them for carrying. THE three patrols (Black Bear, Eagle, and Silver Fox) of Troop 1, Monti- cello, Ill., carried a message recently from the Mayor of Monticello to the Mayor of Decatur, and also a message to the Gover- nor of Illinois at Springfield. In passing through the towns en route literature ex- plaining what the Boy Scouts are was handed out to those interested. THE Scouts of Lake Providence, La., in- augurated a new idea when they or- ganized a new patrol while on a hike to Tallulah Lake. All the people the boys met on the way seemed to be very enthusiastic about the Boy Scout idea, and offered help of various kinds. The hike ended with Vicksburg as a goal. From this historic city the boys went home on a Mississippi

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The Trail to El Dorado (Continued from Page 14) of the arm toward the hill on which he had been standing. “ He been pretty fox; mais, sacre! He been hard to fin’.” He smiled sardonically and went on, urg- ing his pony to a gallop. Presently, skirt- | ing the base of the hills, he disappeared to | the southward beyond a jutting promontory. | At sunset he had not yet returned. It was now early in August and the last | day in the coteaus had been a warm one. | Every one was delighted to find, close by | the night’s camping place, and running back | toward the coteau, a deep ravine overgrown | with wild cherries, gooseberries, currants | and raspberries. Best of all, there bubbled | up in the coteau a cold spring of sulphur | water by no means unpalatable. After sup- | per many of the emigrants strolled out to drink at the spring and to pick fruit. Mr. Cloudas and the boys were among | the number. The three latter followed the | winding course of the depression for some | distance up through the valley in search of | fruit. They had come to a fine patch of | currants and were enjoying them when | Charlie heard a slight rustle in the bushes | just ahead. _ Glancing up, he uttered a low exclama- | tion. “ What’s the matter?” asked Mr. Cloudas, | instinctively speaking in a whisper as he noted the dismay in his companion’s face. | “There’s an Indian up there,” answered | Charlie in the same tone. “I just caught a | glimpse of him.” “Oh, you’re mistaken,” returned Mr. | Cloudas, peering in the direction indicated. | “TI dont see anything. We haven’t run} across an Indian since we left Minnesota.” | “No, I’m not mistaken,” Charlie an- | swered firmly. “I saw his head, with eagle | feathers in his hair. Let’s go back, quick; | this is no place for Zeb.” “Why, sure, we'll go back,” Mr. Cloudas | agreed, more confidence in his words than in his tone, “but I can’t believe there are | any Indians around.” They turned and began retracing their steps, taking care to walk without any ap- pearance of haste. (To be continued)

Tom Slade in the “ Movies” (Continued from page 15) week later by Mr. Temple. They hiked | along in_ back of his carriage for several miles. Suddenly the rig stopped in front of a little cabin which stood in a clearing | in a large tract of woodland. On the) porch was a sign covered with a white) cloth. _ “Boys,” said Mr. Temple, standing up | in his wagon, “ this little cabin is to belong to you as a lasting remembrance of the! changes you have brought about in the| lives of so many of us.” Mary Temple pulled a string which dropped the sign into view, and the boys all gave a cheer as they read: “ Presented to the Boy Scouts of America.” Making a Scout Staff When making my scout staff I used an | old napkin ring as a gauge, starting at one end, slipping the ring on and pushing it down as the wood is shaved off (with a knife or small plane). After this has been | done, sandpaper the staff well. Give it a coat of varnish and it will look as if it were turned on a lathe.—W. U. Forschler, Roch- | ester, N. Y REI LON fig ta

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Sent on receipt of $1.00 in stanips, money order, or check. Make all orders payable to BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA, 200 Fifth Avenue, New York, N. Y. Waves of the Moon (Continued from page 4) PREPARING FOR A “ RIPSNORTER” The next week was one of easterly weather, and Collver, in hourly consulta- tion with his barometer, predicted a long spell of calm, to be followed by what he termed a “ripsnorter” of a gale. “Very likely,” he told Tad, “it'll break just after the full moon tide.” “Just so it gives us time to get the sloop safely across the reef and down to the bay, I don’t care,” said Tad. “Anyway we've got the old packet caulked all right and now all we have to do is to rig a sail. I have the canvas—got it off the Steamer Leggett the other day. I’ve got rope enough for the running gear, and I guess a couple of wire stays will have to do for the mast. I got them across at the logging camp—pieces of their old yard line.” “Funny,” said Collver, “the way the In- dians are moving back from the beach and making for the hills. It’s a certainty they take this ‘Wave of the Moon’ business seriously.” * That night the Scouts in camp listened to Collver’s explanation of the theory of tides. He told them that it was the attrac- tion of the moon on the water that made the enormous waves hundreds of miles from crest to crest that were called tides. He went into the subject pretty thoroughly, showing how the tidal wave became higher in shallow water, and how at certain sea- sons in spring and fall these waves were very large owing to the increased attrac- tion. “ And there’s no reason,” he went on to say, “why there mightn’t be once in a great many years tides far higher than usual. “Both the sun and the moon influence the tide,” Collver went on. “The moon is so much closer to the earth that she pulls harder on the water as she goes around the earth than the sun does, but the sun exerts a drag, too, and when the wave that the sun makes and the wave that the moon . makes happen to come together then one has a great big tide.” In the discussion that followed the Scouts learned that force of wind and barometric pressure both exert a great influence on the rise and fall of the sea. Collver showed that the difference between a barometer of thirty inches and one of twenty-eight inches might be marked by an additional three or four feet in the height of the tide. “Suppose we have a ten-foot tide nor- mally, then a sixty-mile-an-hour gale from the southwest drives in enough water to make it two feet higher and a fall of two inches in the barometer allows it to rise four feet more; then where the tide book predicts ten feet, you will really have six- teen feet, and you can see that a twenty- foot tide is not impossible.” Tad rolled over on his blanket and said: “T figured the other day that a thirty-foot tide and a ten-foot wave on top of it could have put this sloop where it is. The only thing that puzzles me is how the Indians figure out we are going to have another one. “Wave of the Moon,” repeated Kit dreamily. “Some astronomers, these In- dians, aren’t they?” “THE KINGS SON” HELPS MOVE HER The next few days the boys abandoned everything but the practical work on the sloop. They finished the caulking of sides and decks, bent a new square sail and jib, repaired the steering gear, and three days before the full moon, with the aid of the King’s Son, their horse, dragged the little vessel down to the very edge of the low

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“we 1G dl Ww Vy os es a Ss wt eer a eS aS. we Ft Tee ST we we UNE = SE we USS September, 1913 BOYS’ LIFE 37 bluff. When she rested at last with her nose pointed to the sea which she had left more than half a century before, Tad grinned at his grimy Scouts. “So far so good,” he said. “Now I tell you fellows most people don’t take much stock in what the Indians think, but you and I are going to trust them once more. I’ve got it all figured out that a twenty-foot tide will float this sloop just as she stands. That means that there'll be fifteen feet of water on that reef out there, and if the weather is good we'll anchor this old packet in Yaquina Bay before sundown. Now all we've got to do is to sit tight and wait.” The weary boys gave three cheers just to relieve their feelings and decided to camp in the sloop that night—for luck. The next day Tad directed the rigging of the sails and the bending of a small anchor on to the hawser which they had used in dragging the vessel down the ways. He also stowed some heavy stones on top of the rusted chain cable as additional ballast; then he said that all was done that could be done and appointed Collver and Sawyer as a detail to watch the tides. WAITING FOR THE WAVE The full moon was due for Friday noon. On Thursday morning Collver took Tad Sheldon one side and pointed to the barom- eter. It’s still going down,” he remarked, “but very slowly. It’s the lowest I’ve ever seen it, Tad, right now; but the wind keeps steadily in the east and there isn’t a sign of a swell that always precedes a storm. You see how the tide is coming in now. I figure it will be higher than ten feet above low water right to-day.” “Well,” said Tad, “maybe the Indians were right after all. It oughtn’t to break on the outside reef to-day; let’s hope that the gale that’s coming will hold off at least until to-morrow night.” When Collver announced at 11 o’clock that it was the top of the flood, the Scouts went down to the edge of the cliff and looked out at the gently heaving sea. There were no breakers on the reef, and the gentle surf along the beach whimpered clear up among the driest of the drift logs, almost directly underneath the sloop. Kit stared down and shook his head. “ Say, Tad, if the tide gets any higher to- morrow, and those logs get to thrashing about, it’s good-by to the sloop and all our work.” Tad nodded gloomily. “Right you are, Kit. It will take all of us to keep the space clear, and if there isn’t a tide higher than to-day we must be ready to launch the sloop anyway.” “That'll be easy enough,” said young Robinson. ™ Two logs to make the incline, a ‘dead-man’ which we can fix at low water to-morrow morning, and a good strong tackle are all we'll need.” “What’s a ‘dead-man?’” demanded a Tenderfoot. Tad explained that a “ dead-man” was a heavy anchor of stone or anything else of sufficient weight sunk in the sand to which a block and tackle could be attached. “Tf we sink one down to low water mark, take the tackle from the sloop down to it through the block and back to shore, we can attach another tackle to that and so haul the sloop out against the surf.” So that night at low water the boys took a heavy stone out to the very edge of the water and lashed a pulley to it, rove a rope through this and took it back to: the sloop. Then, after a hearty supper of steamed mussels, they turned in to prepare for the next day’s work. Tad arose at midnight to view the sky It’s good old Peter’s that the wise Scout carries in his knapsack. Peter’s Milk Chocolate is included in the rations of the armies of the World Powers. Its sustain- ing qualities and convenient, compact form place it in the first rank. Explorers from pole to pole, moun- tain climbers and big game hunters the world over depend on this won- derful confection. (Peters oY eatin Milk Checelale Low prices for prints (glossy or on Anish) tv we ec = sie 4) yell printing = ES i Foe SP" 420 Pe painting. 3 New York Gity CAJBEEETECARDS || MODEL AEROPLANES eqns ge aichaven, Pa. || Complete Handbook FREE on Request SER Tee 1 aeroplane—Bleriot Monoplane—Wright Biplane, etc. is carefully investigated before || SPECIAL 10% Discount for SCOUTS Every advertisement i insertion in BOYS’ LIFE. Readers can help us main- Wading Ri M.F.C. Co., Wading River, N.Y. Oe ee ean te Genre Mintees SITE Successors to White Aeroplane Co. Vek LIFE when answering advertisements.

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An Ideal Camera for the Boy Scout | and examine the barometer. The glass was still going down slowly, but the moon shone gorgeously from an absolutely cloudless sky. At daylight all were up, eagerly an- ticipating the events of the day. After breakfast Tad called the patrol about him and went over his plans. “ Always remember, fellows,” he said in conclusion, “that we’re not doing this merely as a stunt, but to show the people that scouting isn’t useless. Here we found a relic of the days before Oregon was a part of the United States. Now let’s prove that we can save this and put it with all the other things that illustrate the history of our State.” “SOME TIDE” At ten o’clock in the forenoon the sky was still cloudless, but a white haze thicken- ing to the southward was a portent that the good weather would not last long. Collver inspected the barometer every fifteen min- utes and announced that it was still going down. Yet, oddly enough, the great ex- panse of the sea seemed to grow calmer and calmer. What waves there were barely lifted the kelp on the reef. Not even an occasional ground swell lifted itself above the dead level. “Some tide,” remarked Kit. “It’s al- ready pretty nearly up to the drift wood.” “Yes,” said Tad, “and it has two hours yet to come.” As the water steadily rose and washed farther and farther up the shelving beach | the Scouts fell silent. To the south they | could see every cove brimming and to the north rocks they had never seen hidden be- fore were invisible. As the tide rose, it seemed to come faster, as if some enormous |pressure far out at sea were urging it in shore. When all the drift logs at the foot of the low bluff were afloat and grinding together, Tad directed the boys in the somewhat dangerous task of thrusting them away so as to leave a clear channel from the end of their improvised shipways to deep water. This accomplished, the Scouts once more relapsed into inactivity, simply watching the steady and amazing rise of the tide. At eleven o’clock Collver announced that the water was above the twelve foot mark. At half past eleven it had risen two feet more and only six feet intervened between the keel of the sloop and the crest of the gentle breakers. “She simply can’t come much higher,” said Collver. “She has only half an hour more to rise.” “In that case,” said Tad, “we'll take a big risk and haul her out with the tackle that goes to the ‘dead-man,’ but I have a notion that this tide is nowhere near the top of the flood.” Almost at the instant that he spoke a long slow wave swept in and raised the level of the water a good twelve inches. Five minutes later Tad glanced at the awe- | struck members of his patrol. It seems as if the whole ocean were pour- |ing steadily in upon the coast with an ir- resistible and astounding volume. It swelled up among the sparse bushes clinging to the face of the bluff. It ran up the little stream of Salmon creek, poured over the banks, sucked at the roots of the trees on the cliff. And still it rose; and there was a noise of overhanging shelves of earth plunging into the water, of trees falling when their roots were undermined and, above all, the grow- ing murmur of waters flowing into dry channels. “When will it stop?” muttered young Robinson. Noon came and the tide was still rising, without a sign of any abatement in its rate. Tad saw in the faces of his Scouts that they m 1 2H. 18

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Just hitch the King’s Son | to the shore end of that line, will you, | Robinson?” The Indian horse was nervously pawing | the earth under a big hemlock far up the) cliff, seeming to feel the strangeness of what was happening. When Robinson led | | him down and hooked him to the end of the | tackle they had fixed to haul the sloop out | with the animal snorted uneasily and then began to plunge and kick. | He's afraid,” Robinson muttered, drag- | ging on the bitt. “Come on, some of you | fellows, and hold him.” | A moment later Tad climbed into the | sloop, with Kit Carson beside him, and gave |the word to start the horse. The waves | were now high enough about the vessel to | make her shiver. When the pull of the line | came on the hawser she slipped easily out- , ward, dipped her bows, lifted them and | floated freely a dozen feet off the end of | the ways. “Now come on, all of you!” shouted Tad. “ We've got only a little while to get |into the bay, for when this tide starts out it will be with a rush we can’t buck.” Boy after boy managed to make the short jump into the rocking sloop and when all were on board Kit hoisted the jib, while the rest raised the big sail. Tad steered outward before the light easterly breeze. “She hardly leaks at all,” Robinson an- nounced. “We might have brought the horse along, after all.” “He’s safe up there on the bluff,” Tad responded curtly. “Anyway, we couldn’t have got him aboard without great diffi- culty. Now for home!” When the little sloop had crossed the reef, now smoothly covered with deep wa- ter, Collver approached Tad and said awk- wardly : “T don’t believe we'd better try for the bay, Tad.” The patrol leader nodded understand- ingly. “Right you are, Collver. It’s going to blow pretty soon, I see, and even if we did manage to make the bar we could never buck the outrush of this tide. It will be a millrace when it starts out to sea again.” “Where will you take us, then?” de- manded Collver. . “ Whale Cove,” Tad answered. “ We can make it inside of an hour, beach the sloop and leave her. We can get her any time the weather’s fine, you know.” “Tt’s going to blow before that hour is up,” Collver prophesied. “I just looked at the barometer and it’s dropping a tenth of an inch at a time. Look at the sky over there!” Tad followed the Scout’s outstretched arm and shook his head. The southern horizon was already blotted out by a great black bank of cloud. 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| grasped the wheel, ready to square away before the oncoming blast. It struck them solidly, in a blinding swirl |of spray and foam. For an instant the sloop seemed about to capsize, but she re-

| of safety. A moment later Tad glanced up.at the | great rocks on either side of the narrow |entrance, saw a huge comber astern and | threw his helm far over. The sloop slipped into the lee of the cliff, swung easily on the brimming tide and slowly nosed her way to the little beach, now almost wholly sub- merged. An hour later the Scouts had secured their prize in the mouth of a little stream and were hastily constructing a shelter against the storm, which was now raging with terrific violence. Wet and weary as they were, they were happy, too. Collver gave voice to the feel- ings of the patrol when he crawled up un- der the huge fallen tree they had chosen for a refuge and stretched himself luxuriously on the pine boughs. “ One Wave-of-the-Moon is enough, Tad. I honestly thought that tide never would stop coming in.” The patrol leader listened to the roar of the gale in the trees and to the bellow of the sea against the cliffs. He did not answer. He was silently thankful that he had been able to view the miracle and escape with his own life and the lives of his followers. Was not the old sloop that tugged at its moorings below him a sign that no man should trust too greatly in his own strength? Tad Sheldon learned anew the lesson of humility, the lesson all men must learn and learn again, while the hurricane | Shrieked overhead and the earth shook to | the terrific impact of the breakers. | “Boys Life” in Japan Boys’ Lire is sent to fifteen different jcountries. One of the men who get our mag- azine in Japan is Joshua H. Vogel. He | writes: “ When Boys’ Lire comes to Japan I have a great deal of pleasure explaining it to the boys who cannot understand Eng- lish. I myself read it through each time I get it.”

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