Boys' Life 1914-01: Vol 3 Iss 11

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Vol. III JANUARY, 1914 No. I1 Co ntents— Bee Kpenrd vie sane PAGE. Covel teens Soc cos ape Beg tee het Fs S54 6G ase Norman P. Rockwell GREETING FROM THE CHIEF SCOUT...............eccccees Ernest Thompson Seton 2 \ Narrow EscaAPE IN KAFIRLAND............00002 08 Sir Robert S. S: Baden-Powell 3 MAK® A FORGEGAM GEIB 6 oo S06 ois vss bs ssc beeen Walter Prichard Eaton 4 cd ney, Moyen:(a skuak poem))...):..022 5 jacbaeaas one bd des Be Roy Hamilton Hardin 5 Illustrated by Ernest Thompson Seton P GUUMIINS PUG i Se vidas coe bese a Bak he kaos Ex-Chief Edward F. Croker 6 Tropic SMUGGLERS (conclusion)...............+. gee cersemmegeees Walter Walden 8 | The story without a title (conclusion) ............ 0.0... eee ee eee Charles Askins 10 | ($10.00 prize for the most appropriate title.) THE TRAIL TO Et Dorapo (conclusion).................2.. Joseph Mills Hanson 12 | Some Intensstine Bovs (with pictures)<.: ies. fick se Rag kb eae ee 14 | THE SECRET OF THE SEA (a Tad Sheldon Story)........... John Fleming Wilson 15 Two Pages: oF TOS. Soous PICTOMES «oo oi occ sci 8 cick a donno ba.0abiph, whe peed wae 16-17 Scouts Wo Have Won Honorm MEDALS. ......5 000. iin ccccns cede Occniels bathed te 18 A Recorp or Boy Scout Activities 1n ALL Parts oF THE UNITED STATES...... 18-19-23 CAMPFIRE TALES (The Initiation of Wissa-nodin)........ Ernest Thompson Seton 20 How To MAKE A PuSHMOBILE (conclusion).............ccecceceeeees Dan Beard 21 Desatina woe Bors Chest Tiss oko <a occ c..v cess sneeeawes William Horton Foster 22 A Boy’s Exectric SIGNAL APPARATUS FOR SENDING “Myer” at NIGHT ED. TF AIR Tas oo ows 5 asc os as co eal eaigcan Elliott Mangam 24 More TuMBLING Tricks DESCRIBED..... “anna; cd tain Pega ate on gualbed Nea dare cee 25 Asout £8& BOYS” EIPE COmtnste: fee ccs 2. 3 RAE FN aie a 29 ADVRRTERMEINTS 55 55555 cancion oxen se Settee eee eee e ede 23-25-26-27-28-29-30-31-32 Notice to Readers a RED wrapper it means that your subscription has ; : expired. Address on the wrapper indicates the _ Boys’ Liv, Tue Bor Scouts’ Macazing, i6 month with which your subscription ends. Tear issued monthly. Subscription price is $1.00 a year; off this address and Send it in with the price of a single copies, 10 cents. new subscription, and you will not miss a copy. Postage.—Postage to all parts of the United Pyemiums and Cash Commissions.—Many valu- States, Mexico, Cuba, Porto Rico, Hawaii and the abje premiums and liberal cash commissions are Philippines is prepaid by -us. Subscribers in given to boys who obtain subscriptiotiis to Boys’ Canada must add 15 cents to yearly subscription Lirg, or sell single copies. Send for premium list. Price for postage; foreign subscription requires. 25 cents extra. Entered as second class matter in the Post Office Watch the Wrapper.—If the magazine arrives in at New York, N. Y.

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A: Greeting from the Chief Scout : x New Year's Day of 1914, the Year of the 100- Year Peace. O! Brothers: This is the sea.on when most persons think over the Old Year and form plans of some sort for the New. I wish to offer you first a truly Scout Kalendar, the Blue sky Kal- endar of the Twelve Bs. And then to suggest that before springtime, each of you learn at least two verses of an outdoor poem; one that stirs my heart every time I read it. It is not religious or moral, in the ordinary sense, but it thrills the soul of everyone who hears it, if he have red blood in his veins, and sets ablaze in him a fire, that no one ought to quench. I said to Kipling sometime after it was written, “I don’t understand how you do it. I slept out among the Sage-bush and Rattlesnakes for twenty- five years before I learned the things that you have picked up on a three days’ trip in a Pull- man car.” “Oh,” he said, “I haven't got the eyes of a hunter, but I have a nose for the truth. And I never lose a chance to draw out the Old Guides.” This truly is the beginning of wisdom, and a short cut on the road: Listen hard to the Old Guides. 1 am not allowed to quote the whole poem, but you can find it in Kipling's “Five Nations.” It is called “The Feet of the Young Men,” and the verses of it go trampling through my brain to the air of “Tramp, the Boys Are Marching.” The first is: Now the Four-way Lodge is opened, now the Hunting Winds are loose, How the Smokers of Spring go up to clear the brain: Now the Young Men's hearts are troubled, for the whisper of the trues, Now the Red Gods make their Medicine again! Who hath seen the Beaver busied? Who hath watched the Blacktail mating? Who hath lain alone to hear the Wild-goose cry? Who hath worked the chosen water where the Who hath worked the chosen water where the _ Waiting Or the Sea-trout’s jumping-crazy for the fly? He must go—go—go away from here! On the other side the world he’s overdue. ‘Send your road is clear before you, when the comes on you, And the Red Gods call for you! FEBRUARY Moon Planting . Be Moon Courteous AUGUST Thunder Be Red Be Moon Obedient i Moon Cheerful OCTOBER NOVEMBER Long-night Mod? “The Byve-sky Kalendar with the twelve B's Quananische is old Spring-fret Learn it before the crows in the wakening Moon come swing- ing through the pine tops to their northern home. It will surely give expression to an old, old longing in the heart so often sore for very dumbness. I know you will feel it, for it is strong in all boys, as it was strong in me, and, shall I confess, is strong yet, for | never did grow up. The ancient craving is slumbering in me now, but the Wakening Moon will come, and when the birch trees wear their spring-time hangers and the liver-leaf is green, I know The Red Gods will call me out the ancient madness will revive. as they have these many years; and | shall go. All will feel the call, and for those who will not turn aside Will you come? Have you won your first class badge, are you ready for the woods—if so the Strong One’s whispered message is surely meant for you. the way will surely open. HA4— JUNE SO BOYS’ LIFE, January, 1914.

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A Narrow Escape in Kafirland The British Chief Scout Writes of a Thrilling Encounter in the Matabele Campaign member the Matabele rising in 1896, when the killing of whites around Buluwayo made it necessary for the Gov- ernment to put down the natives with a firm hand. I was in Buluwayo when the rising was in full swing, and perhaps the following story will interest you, especially as it deals with that fine body of men, Grey’s Scouts. At ten o'clock one night, just as Sir Frederick Carrington was thinking that we had done enough office work for the day, Sir Charles Metcalf and the American Scout Burnham rode up and came into the office, looking a bit disheveled and torn. They had been riding out in the evening to visit Colonel Beal’s column in Salisbury, which was camped about three miles out of the town. Seeing fires close to the road and near to where they though the camp must be, they had ridden up to them, and found themselves in the camp of a large impi of the enemy! They only escaped by making their way home by a detour through the bush. The news seemed too improbable, almost, to be true, and yet the bearers of it were not men to get excited and bring in a false report. So I telephoned to a piquet we had at Government House (about two miles out of town) to send a patrol to investigate. But the subsequent reports were not wholly satisfactory, and I roused up a friend in the middle of the night to show me the way, and we rather upset the sleep of the residents of Government House by appear- ae of your older brothers will re- “HE DREW A STEADY BEAD ON ME,” By SIR ROBERT S. S. BADEN-POWELL “B -P 99CHIEF SCOUT the of British Boy Scouts, who has written for Boys’ Lire this story of one of his narrow escapes, has lived to the letter the motto “Be Prepared.” From youth he was ambidextrous, being able to write and draw with one hand as well as_ the other. Superb- ly developed physically, he proved himself an all-round athlete. He had a “‘ knack” for scouting, and in his serv- ice with the army in India, in South Af- rica, in Malta and. again in y 4 out o_o ; emade the ‘B.-P.” scout work not a only far more efficient than it had ever been before, but also far more pleasant and attractive. Everybody remembers that it was Baden- Powell who, with only 700 trained men, held Mafeking for 217 days inst 12,000 of the enemy. e never could have done it had he not been prepared by study and experience and a streng he’s the most famous “* Great Britain. All var and adults, too, will enjoy this a ioe ae he had in irs. hysique. Now eace Scout” in story o the land of the K. ing there to make further inquiries about three in the morning. Nothing satisfactory to be learned there, so back to Buluwayo, and, getting a fresh horse and a police-trooper for guide, I went out again toward Beal’s camp. There, in the early dawn, I was at last able to see the enemy clearly enough. _On the opposite bank of the Umbusa river they were camped in long lines, fires burning merrily, and parties of them going to and from the stream of water. I took my information on to Beal’s camp. I was much taken with the coolness with which the news was received there. It was not above two miles and a half from the camp of the enemy. The men were ordered to get their breakfasts without delay, and a patrol of a sergeant and two men was sent out to the stream to see if there was good water there, and also (apparently as an after- thought) whether they, too, could see the enemy. Before we had fin- ished breakfast they returned. “Well, is it all right? Is there water there?” ; “ Yes.” 4 “Is it good water?” “T couldn’t tell.” “Why not?” “ Because the Matabele was there, and wouldn’t let us come near.” So we saddled and moved up towards the spot to await the arrival of more troops from. Buluwayo, for I bad sent my police- trooper back with a note to tell them there that “it was good enough,” and to ask that Spreckley’s mounted column should be sent out to join us. Presently they came up, followed by a few volunteers in carts, who wanted to join in the fun. Our strength was 260 mounted men, with two guns and an ambulance. The country was undulating veldt cov- ered with brush, through which a line of mounted men could move at open files. As we advanced, we formed into line, with both flanks thrown well forward—es- pecially the right flank, under Beal, which was to work round in rear of the enemy on to their line of retreat—a duty which was most successfully carried out. The central part of the line then ad- vanced at a trot straight for the enemy’s position. The enemy were about 1,200 strong, we afterwards found out. They did not seem very excited at our advance, but all stood looking as we crossed the Umgusa stream; but as we began to breast the slope on their side of it, and on which their camp lay, they became exceedingly lively, and were soon running like ants to take good positions at the edge of a long belt of thicker brush. fe 3 We afterwards found that their apathy at first was due to a message from the M’limo (a sort of god), who had instruct- ed them to approach Buluwayo and to draw out the garrison, and to get us to cross the Umgusa, because he (the M’limo) would then cause the stream to open and swallow up every man of us. After which the impi would have nothing to do but to walk into Buluwayo and cut up the women and children at their leisure. But something had gone - wrong with the M’limo’s machinery, and we crossed the stream without any ac- cident. So, as we got nearer (Cont. on P. 5.)

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NE of the best investments in winter fun a troop of Scouts can make is to build a toboggan slide. And it will be fun not only for the Scouts, but for everybody. It will be doing a good turn to the community. You don’t need anything more to make a toboggan slide with than a hill-side and. snow shovels—except, of course, some snow. When you see pictures of a toboggan slide built up on stilts like a chute-the-chutes slide, it doesn’t mean that is the only kind of a toboggan slide possible. It means, instead, that the people who built that one didn’t have the natural hill-slope. The first thing to do after a heavy fall of snow—say eight inches, though six or even four will do—is to pick out a_ hill-slope without any roads crossing it, and lay out the line of your slide. You can do this by running a long string from top to bottom, or by sending a toboggan down. If the toboggan goes down first, however, it is very apt to curve and make the subsequent building more difficult. When the line of the slide has been marked, simply shovel up a bank of snow on either side, the higher the better, the banks being about twa feet apart on the inside. The higher you build them, the easier your toboggan will stay in, and the harder you pack them down with your shovels, the longer they will last. If the slope is very steep you will need them two feet high, perhaps. When the slope grows less steep toward the end, they can be lower. After these banks are built and packed hard, send down a few to- boggans well loaded. You will find that they will pack the snow at the bottom of the chute into bumps here Build a Toboggan Slide Easy to Do, and Fun to Do It—and Think of Scooting Down Like Greased Lightning ! By WALTER PRICHARD EATON. and there, and that they will also tend to ride up the banks at certain points. All you have to do to correct the bumps is to shovel some loose snow into the hollows. At the points where the toboggans try to ride out of the chute, either make the banks higher, or straighten them out, till the error is cor- rected. After the slide has been used for an hour, the bottom will be packed so hard, and become so slippery, that the toboggan will go down it like greased lightning. Now, when it is packed very hard at the bottom, if you pour a few pails of water upon it, just before you go home at night, the water will freeze and More water on the banks will of course harden them, too. Once the slide is made icy, it will resist a pretty hot sun. turn it into lasting ice. Two years ago our boys made a slide on January 2, up in Massachusetts, and we slid on it till the snow had almost entirely melted on all the rest of the pasture, the second week in March. At the end we had to tug our to- boggans home over the grass. Everybody can use the slide, because it is safe. You don’t have to steer, and even small children can go on it, a mile a minute, without danger. The banks hold you in. On days when all other coasting has been spoiled, the slide will still be available, if it has been well made and packed. You are doing a good tum to the whole community by building it, and you'll have the fun of a job in engineering, as well as weeks of the speediest coasting you ever enjoyed. That’s one thing Scouts can do to make the winter more interesting.

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de VS. de er, or- ur, me wn yur ou nd he ce tty on lid January, 1914. “B.-P.” IN BULUWAYO A Narrow Escape in Kafirland (Continued from page 3.) to the swarm of blackheads among the grass and bushes, their rifles began to pop and their byllets to flip past with a weird little “ phit,” “ phit,” or jet of dust and a shrill ‘“ w-e-e-e-e-w,” where they richo- chetted off the ground. Some of our men, accustomed to mount- ed infantry work, were now for jumping off to return the fire, but the order was given: “No; make a cavalry fight of it. Forward! Gallop!” Then, as we ¢ame up close, the niggers let us have an irregular, rackety volley, and in another moment we were among them. They did not wait, but one and all they turned to fly, dodging in among the bushes, loading as they ran. And we were close upon their heels, zig-zagging through the thorns, jumping off now and then, or pull- ing up to fire a shot, and on again. _ The men that I was with—Grey’s Scouts —never seemed to miss a shot. The Matabele, as they ran, kept stopping behind: bushes to fire. Now and again they tried to rally, but whenever a clump of them began to form, or try to stand, we went at them with a whoop and a yell, and both spurs in, and sent them flying. Of course, besides their guns they had their assegais. Several of our horses got some wounds, and one man got a horrid stab right through hi; stomach. And farther on a horse was shot, and, in the fall, his rider stunned. The niggers came louping up, grinning at the antici- pated bloodshed, but Sergeant Farley, of Grey’s Scouts, was there before them, and, hoisting up his comrade on to his horse, got him safely away. Everywhere one found the Kaffirs creep- ing into bushes, where they lay low till some of us came by, and then they loosed off their guns at us after we had passed. I had my Colt’s repeater with me, with only six cartridges in the magazine, and soon found I had finished these, so thngw- ing it under a peculiar tree, where I might find it again, I went on with my revolver. Presently I came on an open stretch of ground, and about eight yards before me was a Kaffir with a Martini-Henry. He saw me, and dropped on one knee and drew a steady bead on me. I felt so indignant at this that I rode et him as hard as I could go, calling him every name under the sun. He aimed—for an hour, it seemed to me —and it was quite a relief when at last he fired, at about ten yards’ distance, and still more of a relief when I realized that he had clean missed me. Then he jumped up and turned to run, but he had not gone two paces when he fell, shot by one of our men behind me. At last I called a halt. Our horses were done, and the niggers were all scattered, and there were almost as many left behind us hiding in bushes as there were running on in front. A few minutes spent in breathing the horses, and a vast amount of jabber and chaff, and then we formed the line and returned at a walk, clearing the bush as we went. “Look at that puffed up thing coming this way,” said the first tack, as the pneu- matic tire approached. “Tf it makes any attempt to run over me,” said the second tack, “I’ll take the wind out of it.” They Moved By ROY HAMILTON HARDIN Scout Master, Dallas, Tex. illustrations by Ernest Thompson Seton. HE Shades of Night had rolled away And all the signs of coming day Awaked the echoes far and near, Revealed the morning still and clear. The bugle blast was sounding clear, The red bird tuned his whistle near; A squirrel chattered ’mong the brown November nuts that scatterd down. The furry folks that prowl at night, Securely hid from mortal sight, . All cuddled in their cozy bunks— ‘ Except a pair of é pesky skunks! B'S; ‘ Why they were out »~ RET: in I can not say, ““.S For skunks should be in bed all day Unless they have some plans thought out To trap a simple Tenderfoot. At any rate these skunks were out Nosing and prowling all about With tails aloft, as is their style, Seemingly harmless all the while. Now here is where i the fun comes in: _— SSX) These same two ya skunks were long and thin From lack of proper nourishment— Altho not lacking for a (s)cent With which to pur- chase all they need To satisfy their greatest greed. That bugle blast seemed somewhat queer, Enough to catch a listening ear. So, toward the camp they made their way, These hungry skunks, in open day! The red bird hushed, the squirrel ceased, Behold, his{big brown nut released, Pelted the fore- most on the head Just as he neared the leafy bed Of that sad, sleepy Tenderfoot Just as the bugle called him out. Skunks do not always ascertain The source of every little pain; Skunks are not Scouts, they do not smile, They lose their heads once in a- while. The bugler heard the faintest sound, The Tenderfoot scarce looked around; What need, can sound compare to smell? And why should I attempt to tell In prose or verse, what awful plight Came to that camp in broad daylight? The birds still sing, the squirrels play Thruout the long and peaceful day. Two well-fed skunks are sleeping still In their deep den down by the rill; Eight hungry Scouts are on the move To seek the arms of mother love. The wholesomeness of fresher clothes, Perfumes or anything that goes To make a Scout forget that bunk So close akin to angry skunk. Zook £Qea/ % New. A Boy’s Letter About a Distressing Mistake The other day there came from a Penn- sylvania town to the National Headquarters of the Boy Scouts of America a letter which we are glad to print, especially since its publication in Boys’ Lire was suggested by the boy himself. He is a little boy, but he has a big heart, as his letter shows. All boys should remember what he says. We do not give his name, though he signed his letter, because such “good turns ”—and this was a good turn he did—are not done for self-advertisement. Dear Sirs: I have a printing set, and I am going to print some posters ‘“‘ No Cruelty to Animals.” I hope the Lord will forgive our patrol leader and us for we did not mean to kill anything. We were just hiking along the regiment rifle range when we saw this thing. We had heard that a chicken hawk had been around that vicinity and tried to destroy property and had already stolen many chickens. Hoping to do more good than bad the patrol leader took a slow and steady aim and shot it. So we thought that that hawk would not steal any more chickens and help other people by our act. The patrol leader took a staff and waded into the swamp after it, where it had fallen. When he brought it out he said it’s an eagle. A shout went up and then they said cruelty to animals. But too late. We had tried to ao good, but did not succeed. In this case will you forgive us if we mever shoot any other bird or animal? This, if put in Boys’ Lirg, will teach some other lessons. None of us hardly own guns and my father said he did not care for me to have one. So much the better, so I will not shoot a bird or animak I never in my life that I can recall shot anything. I do not like to see animals ill-treated. I got my certificate of membership and the rest got theirs the other day. I like to see puzzles like this in the November issue. They do not have to have premiums, but just for us readers to solve for to get us thinking. I think there is no better book for boys than the Boys’ Lire, full of good stories and pictures, and is an all-round good magazine. We have lots of “good turns” to do here in winter, In reply to this letter it was explained that “even hawks are not as black as they are sometimes painted,’ that government scientists have found that “a large majority of them are farmers’ friends and spend the greater part of their long lives in pursuit of injurious insects and rodents.” It is bet- ter for all boys to resolve as this boy has, never needlessly to shoot or trap any bird or animal.

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Fighting Fire A Story of the Fearful War That Never Ends, as Told to Ludvig S. Dale IRES are like people. Some are lazy and slow; others full of ginger and snap. Some of them “fight fair” and others coax you on only to “foul” you or get you inacorner. Once I jumped out on a tin-roof and after I had “ sounded ” it I called to my men: “Come on: it'll hold!” Next I found myself spitting cinders in the basement three stories down. The fire had burned out the center supports and my weight proved too much for that par- ticular spot. My men thought I was done for and came to the basement to find my charred body. I met them half-way, but to this day I have not been able to figure out how I escaped with my life. Another time an elevator boy took me to the sixth story of a burning building, and when I stepped out he became so frightened that he went down without waiting for me. It was choking me there, and I couldn’t see. The elevator gone, I was obliged to find my way down twelve flights of stairs through thick, black smoke. Although near- ly suffocated when I started, I can remem- ber how one of the first principles of escaping from a burning building came back to me, “Grab the banister and never let go.” That saved me. The treachery of a fire is what we fear the most. The walls and floors may seem entirely sound, but a minute after you get inside everything may come down on you, and a few of your most trusty comrades are snatched from your side, never to re- turn. It is this treachery that makes every fireman hate fire—hate it with a deep, per- sonal hatred, for the damage it can do and the men it kills. No patriot ever fights with more valor than the firemen. Personal safety is a second consideration. “ Put it out!” is the idea uppermost in every mind. That is the reason fire-maddened men take such des- perate chances, even exceeding orders in their frantic eagerness to win the fight, often being maimed for life, or dying at their work. Folks in individual homes should be most concerned about the danger of fires, yet they are not. The simplest preventive measures are neglected by pretty nearly everybody, due, it seems, to the peculiar feeling which so many persons have, that takes form in the phrase, “ A fire will never happen to me.” Although nearly all of the great fires of the country have occurred in places of manufacture, theaters, and large public buildings, the majority of all the fires, and a very large proportion of the fire losses belong to the dwelling houses. Few fires in private houses, even those at great distances from fire protection, would gain headway if persons there knew how to put out little blazes at their in- ception. The first thought of these per- sons usually is to run out and cry the alarm, but in nine cases out of ten, while they are thus engaged, the draft from some door or window which they left open transforms the insignificant blaze into a By EDWARD F. CROKER Ex-Chief of the New York Fire Department About Chief Croker [’ closing the notable article which he has given for this number of Boys’ Lire, ex-Chief Croker says: “It was a relief for me to get away from it ali.” No wonder! : For 27 years he had been actively en- ge m a ad fight against a fiend that won't stay whipped. or 12 years he had been the Chief of the Fire De- partment oe City of er of an army of more than 5,000 men, worried by 10,000 fires a year and in active service at all of the big or dan- gerous ones. He knows every detail of fire-fighting. In command he was quick to decide what should be done, and gave his orders sternly; but he never told his men to do anything he was unwilling to do himself, and often he led his fire-fighters into what appeared to be the very “jaws of death.” His men said he didn’t know what fear was. New Yorkers often jumped aside breathlessly as his automobile streaked through the streets carrying “The Chief” to a fire. Its siren screaming loud enough to “split your ears,’ the car darted along the crowded pavements at almost a mile a minute, dodging autos, trucks, street cars, horses, and sneaking like lightning under elevated railroads and over bridges. Many an accident he had on these fearful runs, but somehow he always escaped serious hurt. MR. CROKER. Nobody knows how many lives he has saved at fires. The known list is long. In one fire, in a Bowery lodging house on Christmas eve in 1899 he and another fire- man carried six unconscious men from the top story of a burning building. For this daring work he was offered the James Gordon Bennett cup for that year—one of the highest honors a fireman may achieve. He refused it, saying it should go to Lieu- tenant Sweet, who assisted him in the rescue. Now that he has quit active department service, he is devoting himself to a move- ment to prevent fires. real fire, so that when the fire fighters ar- rive they find a hard task confronting them. There are many valuable fire pre- ventives and retardants available; of these too, there unfortunately does not seem to be a very general knowledge. In cities, however, the most dangerous work of the firemen is encountered when great buildings devoted to manufacturing, selling, storing and other commercial pur- poses are discovered in flames. In recent years there has been a vast improvement in the construction of such buildings, an in precautions against fire, but there is no fireman in the country who rides to a fire counting upon an easy battle. Every man knows that unless luck is with him—the luck of an early alarm and a quick get- away, the luck of a wind in the right 6 quarter, the luck of no fault in the pres- sure—thousands or hundreds of thousands, or even millions of dollars worth of prop- erty will go up in smoke. But though every fireman knows the im- portance of his service in saving property —knows that it is for such work that he has been employed—and though he enters almost ferociously upon his work, the thing which thrills him deepest, the thing which transforms him even more than the crack- ling flames and choking smoke, is the knowledge of a human life in danger. Persons who have stood in a crowd and watched firemen at their work, dragging hose up bending ladders and into smoke- filled rooms, splashing through dirty slush in the streets, carrying, perhaps not softly, a blanketed form from a gutted building, may think that the life of the fireman makes him hard, makes him grow indif- ferent to pain and death among the victims of the fires which he fights. I have heard that said of firemen. I know it is not true. In long experience as fireman and chief, I have never seen a man of the departmént do anything but spring quickly and boldly at the first knowl- edge or suggestion of human life in jeop- ardy. If the sound of the gong, the rush through the streets, the smell of the smoke and the fierce heat of the flames make a fireman fight as does a man in combat with a man he hates, the scream of a person penned in a burning house, or even the whispered word of that one’s danger, elegrifies him, and drives him on to hero- ism’ unparalleled. About 9 o’clock on the night before Christmas a few years ago, Fireman John Hughes and I were driving back to head- quarters after a long, hard tussle with a stubborn three-alarm blaze. We were wet, and tired, and cold, but we could not help being happy. Through uncovered windows glowed hundreds of tiny candles, and bright trimmings and toys, and here and there happy smiling faces. John and I both had little toddlers at home, and this scene touched a soft spot in our hearts, and to think that we soon would— “ Frre! ” It rent the air like a bullet, sharp and quick. In a moment more than a hun- dred fear-stricken voices took up the cry. “Look!” cried Hughes, pointing to the second-story window through which flames were breaking. “The window opens on the fire escape. Those above the second story are trapped. God help them!” he added, and I echoed his prayer. At every window in the three top stories appeared terror-stricken women and chil- dren. In a moment they would realize that escape was cut off. Then, what we feared most of all, there would be a panic! A woman appeared on the fourth-story window with a baby in her arms. “Save my baby! save my baby!” she wailed. Instantly scores of others began to plead for help. Men cursed and struck their itt ee tele ee ie ete a a ae ee) i —_ ot -? 45 ——

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the ind ing ke- ish tly, ng, lan lif- ms ard nce 1a but wl- op- ish oke 2 a rith son the rer, ore ries hil- that red ory she ead heir January, 1914. THE CASE OF LITTLE RICHIE foreheads helplessly. Women hugged their children, tore their hair. . The woman on the fourth floor climbed out on the fire escape and prepared to hurl herself to the street. If she jumped, others would follow, tumbling and twisting to their death on the pavement below. “Don’t jump!” we both shouted. “ Lad- ders here quick; we will get you all down.” Sut we knew that ladders could not come for three or four mjnutes. The flames began to roar, little by little drowning out the shouting and wailing. I realized that to quiet them we had to get up there somehow. I boosted Hughes up the standpipe to the first balcony of fire escapes; he in turn helped me. We climbed up, calming every one, but we could not stay, for the flames were swirling out on us. Slowly. we made our dangerous way along the edge of the fire escape to a win- dow, and in some manner we succeeded in reached the third floor. We commanded them all to stay where they were. The fire was small, but a panic would mean an appalling loss of life. I don’t know how we did it; it seemed like an eternity before our comrades came, but we stifled the panic in its very begin- ning. Soon the ladders were raised and we slid down with a child or a woman un- der each arm. A few minutes later the engines came, and the fire was soon under control, every one saved, we thought. Suddenly the woman who had threatened to jump, cried out: “Richie, little Richie! the smoke.” Frantic, she darted toward the ladder. She was held back, and Hughes and I rushed up to get the baby. Eagerly we groped about in the thick smoke, and soon we found him. But it was too late. Little Richie was lying in his bed, with his toys in his arms, suffocated by the smoke. He’s up there in This is only one of many tragic experi- ences. Naturally my years as chief were most trying. Every night I watched the weather and the temperature, and I was mighty thankful for every clear and calm night. Rain means slippery streets and consequent damage to unlucky fire appara- tus; snow means delay in getting to the fire; on a windy night there is always a danger of the fire getting beyond control; severe frost freezes the hydrants and numbs the fighters as well as the horses. Every day about 3 o’clock I would say: “Thank God, half a million school children are now safe for another day!” and all through the evening I would wait, hoping, until all the theaters were emptied before I could get to sleep. It was a great relief for me to get awav from it all. Twenty-seven years of fire- fighting are enough for any man. One Requirement A country physician, driving through the village saw a man amusing a crowd with the antics of his trick dog. The doctor pulled up and said: “My dear man, how do you manage to train your dog like that? I can’t teach mine a single trick.” The man looked up with a simple rustic look and replied : “Well, you see it’s this way, Doc; you have to know more’n the dog, or you can’t ,” learn him nothin’. “ Here’s where my friends and I are go- ing to have a few words over nothing,” said the wireless operator as he prepared to manipulate his instruments. | ie abe : Pe al ee TOO HOT TO GET NEAR. From “Fire Prevention,” by E. F. Croker, courtesy of Dodd, Mead & Co. This Fellow’s Got Some Puzzle HOW DID HE SOLVE IT? A farmer has been to market. He bought a donkey, a pig, a sack of bran and a pitcher of milk, and he also has with him his dog, and a cat which was given to him by a neighbor. To reach his farm he must cross a river, but the boat is not large enough for all of his belongings; he is therefore obliged to make several trips, leaving some of the things. This is easier said than done, for if the donkey is left and gets a chance it will eat the bran and bite the dog; the dog is likely to start something if he gets near the cat, and it might even anno} the pig; the cat, of course, will dispose of the milk if left alone with it, and the pig will help himself to the milk and the bran if he gets a chance, The farmer can take along three of his belongings each trip. How can he get everything across in three trips, without any damage to any of his belongings? When the farmer himself is present the animals will, of course, leave each other and everything else alone. Six strips of paper, properly marked to represent the various belongings, will help you solve this puzzle. The correct solution will be found in the February number of Boys’ Lire.

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Enforce the Law in SZ Synopsis of Part I. LORIDA, smugglers, adventure—the first instalment of this exciting story plunges immediately into an exciting succession of incidents. A revenue officer, Joseph DeLong, taking with him “Nat,” @ 15-year-old boy (who tells the yarn), starts in a little sailing vessel to appre- hend some smugglers who are headed for an obscure bay. Just after making camp, they see a “shore watch” pass them; they trail him, and discover a skiff in which is a dark coat. In a pocket they find two sig- mals, and when later they see the “danger” sign erected on a hillock near the shore, | they change it to “All is well.” ’ Some allies-are expected to come over- land to their assistance in capturing the large smuggler craft when, deceived by the false signal, it makes for the bay. The craft is sighted and Mr. DeLong goes in- land, whistling for his hidden aides. He comes back in consternation; they are not there. Suddenly Nat remembers a sense of familiarity about the coat in the watch’s skiff—it belongs to the postmaster’s assistant in his home town, and it is believed that he is in league with the smugglers, has filched from the mail the revenue officer’s letter to his men and left Mr. DeLong and the boy to the smugglers’ mercy. They look out at the oncoming schooner and find her heading straight in-shore. PART Il. “Nat,” he said, “there’s much at stake—shall we give up?” ; He seemed to hang on my answer, as if the decision depended on me. *I could feel something surge in my breast. “No!” I answered. His face brightened. “Do you feel nervy—can you keep your wits about you?” I straightened my shoulders in a sense of exhilaration. “Yes,” I said. “Good!” he fairly shouted, “that settles it!” And then he gave me a sound whack on the shoulder. “Now, then, weve got—” His eyes were on the schooner when he stopped in the midst of his speech. “Nat!” he broke out, “ she’s changed her r course!—she’s making for Boca Grande Pass!—she’ll be here in no time. Come! we've got to do something!” He led the way across to our sloop; he was full of action, his face glowed—cheer- fully and I caught the infection. When we got aboard the Rambler he plunged into the cabin, talking rapidly. “We've got to work a bluff on these blackguards ; it won’t do to let them know our weakness. Out with every rag! Directly we had pulled into the cock-pit every bit of clothing and blankets. Then we set to work, and soon had rigged up a GP Nat” he fronted me. Tropic Smugglers The Result of the Effort of a Revenue Officer and a Boy to By WALTER WALDEN Florida Waters pair of scare-crows—“dummies” Joseph DeLong called them—with our hats with brims turned down to screen their supposed - faces. They reclined in the cock-pit as if furtively looking over the edge, the muzzle of a rifle struck above the combing beside each. A. reck- | less pair they looked, those two. Bare-headed though we were, we imitated them, and waited. Our sloop lay less than a quarter | of a mile from the middle of the} Pass; near enough for our | dummies to be discernable to any | vessels coming in. ‘ We waited and watched for a period that may have seemed long or short, for all I can remember. Then, in the Pass there came into view from behind the palms, a bow- sprit—jib—foresail—mainsail; and San Marco was on her bow. Near the foremast stood a man with a pair of ship’s glasses, which he soon had trained on us; and then quickly he passed them to another, who came up at his call. Two others were at the tiller. Then there was hustle aboard. As two hurriedly trimmed the sails to gain utmost speed, the third brought out rifles, laid them on the house, and turned the glasses on us again. In three minutes our sails ran up and we swung into pursuit. “ Now I'll bet they’re berating that fellow Tom Wasson a-plenty for a bungler in letting them come into the bay,” said Joseph DeLong. “ They’ll never guess we changed his signal.” It was noon, and Joseph DeLong brought out crackers and canned beef. In spite of my excitement I now ate with relish. “A good sign, Nat,” said my comrade. “T see you’re steady when the game’s in sight. Nothing like the chap who has his nerve in hand at the time he’s most in need of it.” The schooner continued steadily on her course up the bay. The sloop plunged in pursuit, lying well over under the beam wind. But the larger vessel was the stronger sailer, and was leaving us more and more behind. We had. hardly finished our snack when the San Marco rounded the point and sailed out of sight, the wind now dead be- hind her. The sloop soon rounded the point as well and sighted the schooner, but before long she was among the islands at the top of the bay and out of our vision. We sailed into the mouth of Shell Creek and very soon came upon the San Marco— abandoned, and her boat gone. Half a mile farther up the creek we threw arms and grub into our rowboat and left the Rambler. We rowed on, encountering obstructions in the shape of fallen logs and branches, soon to come upon the smugglers’ boat, tied to the bank. “Now, Nat,” said Joseph DeLong, as we scrambled up the bank, “we must hustle. You keep your eyes out ahead, while I keep mine on the trail.” We must have followed the trail four miles through the pine forest, sometimes on 8 THE SAN MARCO. the run, when we made out a swamp ahead. “They’re likely to have made a stop there,” said my comrade. So we became wary, stooping as we went. The crack of a rifle startled us. “Down!” said DeLong. I dropped flat, as did he. When we peeped forth we could make out the four smugglers, hurrying toward the swamp, and carrying two bulky bags between them. We hastened after, till they had reached the edge of the swamp and were lost to sight again. Mr. DeLong said that now we must watch the keenest, for a critical time had come. We took up a position behind a large pine tree and rigged up a screen of saw-palmetto leaves, behind which we could stand erect without being exposed. Our arms were placed handy, and Joseph DeLong put his glasses to use again. “Now I'll tell you, Nat,” he began, as he kept his glasses pointed through the screen, “in their bags they’ve got a couple of bundles made up of boxes of cigars. Most of them are taken along for a blind. It’s not to run through a few boxes of cigars, Nat, that they’re taking all this trouble and risk. And they know we're up to that—they’re not old hands at the game for nothing. There are just about two boxes among the lot that they’re deter- mined to get through with. I want to get those certain two boxes—and the four smugglers with them. “T wish I could see what they’re up to, Nat,” he continued. “They’re hard at something on the ground.” was no less impatient, seeing nothing but a head now and then, as it bobbed up above the palmetto brush. Suddenly he seized me with one hand, the other still holding the glasses to his eyes. “There go two of them with a bundle between them!” he cried. “It may be a ruse—they may be trying to draw us off— but they may have the boxes we’re after.” Immediately he dove into his pockets and began making a pile of the eatables; and he talked rapidly again. “Now, quick! I’m going after those two. I’ll leave you most of the grub—you'll have your rifle. Better keep the grub and

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Le uhead. stop scame make ward bags | they » and must eyes. indle be a > ff— ter.” and and hose ou’ ll and January, 1914. THE HERO UP A TREE 9 the revolver in your pockets. Do your best to keep the other two in sight. Don’t let them see you if you can help it, and keep out of range. Now listen!” He stood ready to start away as he gave me his parting directions with emphasis. ‘If they’re really off—and I’m not back in an hour or two—I’ll be back before two nights are gone—without fail! lf I have any trouble locating you when I do come, I’ll blow my whistle. You'll not mistake it —you’ll nevr hear another like it. Now remember this: 1’ll search the whole coun- try over until I find you; don’t forget that. If these fellows left behind have with them the goods we’re after, they’ll stop some- where about here till the others come back —or for a couple of days anyway. But we mustn’t let any of them get away now if we can hefp it. If I’m not here by the second morning, you'll know I’m done up. Then you trot for home.” He seized my hand, looking me affection- ately in the face. “Good-bye, Nat; remember what I’ve told you; have faith in every word. Keep up your courage, but don’t expose your- self.” “ Good-bye,” I said; “I'll do as you say.” Then he went, almost crawling for a hundred yards, not to show whence he came. I fone through the screen and could see the two remaining smugglers, who caught sight of him when at last he rose to his feet in pursuit of those who had gone. I put the heavy revolver in my coat pocket, and I also pocketed what I could of the crackers and cheese. It was not the most comfortable position —leaning against the pine behind that palmetto screen, and I wished for night so that I might be more free to move about without being seen, and when they should have a camp-fire to illumine the objects of my watch. I could see one at a time of the smugglers—sometimes both—and it was apparent that they were aware that there still remained one to watch them, for they looked about keenly to discover my post. Then it happened! My foot must have disturbed the rifle, where it stood leaning against the tree, so that it slipped on the bark and feel against the screen, knocking it down. For a startled moment I stood exposed. Then I dodged down behind the tree and peeped fearfully forward to make sure lI had not been observed. But there the two were, already making toward me, rifles in hand. I turned and ran for my life. I was quite fleet of foot, and then I was a bit used to the palmetto roots; so I felt my advantage. But directly came the crack of a rifle, and I had the fearful sense that a ball had been sent tearing after me. I had run a mile when I splashed into a pond. Then I stooped and turned sharply to one side, keeping in the water for fifty yards, and plunged into a clump of pal- metto—in hiding. My pursuers soon dashed by the direc- tion I had been going, and I hastily crawled out and doubled back, as rabbits do, going hot-foot till I reached their camp, close beside the swamp, and under guard of three tall cabbage palms. As I thought of the smugglers’ probable movements an idea took form; I acted on it at once. I selected a palm nearly fifty feet in height, removed my shoes—hanging them about my neck—and immediately proceeded to climb to its leafy top. I squeezed into the middle of the stems, bent the center shoots into as snug a nest as possible, and then arranged a loop- hole through which I could view the camp of the smugglers below. I must have been there three-quarters of an hour before the two smugglers re- turned. They were thoroughly blown from their chase, and threw themselves on the ground, so close under my perch in the palm that I could have tossed a bit of cheese between them; and all their talk was perfectly audible to me. “Well, I’ll bet that kid don’t come back here again—I reckon he’s running yet.” “Don’t be too sure of that.” The sun was getting very near the horizon when the two smugglers kindled a fire to prepare their meal. The black smoke from the resinous pine knots searched me out and choked me till it found a new highway. Finally one of those below leaped to his feet. Daylight brought relief from the scream- ing in the swamp. I munched crackers and cheese while the smugglers slept be- low. I would have given all my grub for a draught of water. The sun was high when the two got astir. Hour after hour they cursed, smoked, and slept turn about. I suffered greatly from the pain of my position and that fearful thirst. It was long past noon before there was any promise of relief. Then at last happy music came to my ears. I recognized the peculiar sweet tone of Joseph DeLong’s whistle. It was as if it came from some strange bird. It at- tracted no attention from the men below. I soon discovered my friend coming cautiously on, and he repeated his call. I looked at the smugglers below, with their rifles within easy reach, and wondered what was now due to happen—Joseph “Here! we're taking things too easy,” he said. ‘“ We’ve got to hide the lug.” “Ain’t it hid?” shouted an- other, evidently in consterna- tion. “Hid! If that Government beak should be he re he’d ade you if it’s hid!” They pulled a bag out of a clump of saw-palmetto and extracted a package wrapped in black oil-cloth. One re- moved the wrappings. “Let’s have a look at the shiners,” said the stupid one. “Don’t be too free with your gab!” cautioned the other. “These are the ones all right,” he added, replacing the wrappings; and they were off through the darkness, splashing into the swamp. My heart sank as I realized the boxes Joseph DeLong so much wanted were gone. Hope flickered out, as did the fire below. But I strained eyes and ears for signs of them. Finally I caught a glimmer of light high up among the trees of the swamp. It wavered a moment and went out. In ten minutes it showed again—and that was all, till they came splashing back. Having replenished the fire, the leader made a diagram on the ground. I heard little and saw less, but this much I caught: “First magnolia—sec- ond magnolia — third — that’s the one.” Then there came from the swamp the most unearthly and blood-curdling scream I’d ever heard. The two smugglers leaped to their feet. “Oh, that’s only a yahoo,” said the one. “ What’s a yahoo?” “A kind of wild-cat.” “That must have been his nest we—” “Oh, chuck your. gab! You'll sell us yet with that loose tongue of yours.” At intervals of about thirty minutes during the night that fearful scream was repeated, filling me with dread; and OF EE PRE TLCS SoM ae, Sel then my cramped position gave me much pain. How I wished for home! THERE CAME FROM THE SWAMP THE MOST UNEARTHLY AND BLOOD-CURDLING SCREAM I'D EVER HEARD.

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Io BOYS’ LIFE January, I914. I self-treed and unable call to me. DeLong all ; to respond t his [ could see that he was becoming ilarmed at my non-appearance. Directly he stepped boldly forward, throwing cau- tion to the winds; and now he blew des- erately in his whistle, so that it shrieked With fear I looked down on _ the smugglers, whose forms stiffened in alarm. And then they reached for their rifles. I felt a turmoil all through me as | realized Mr. DeLong’s danger. “Hands up!” I called. My voice was arsh and 1inous from emotion. The nds of t astonished two went ip instantly. [ tore AVY Iver out of my cket and pointed it down on them. Then put two fingers of my free hand to my uth and blew the notes with which I been used call Joseph DeLong to mess. I’d rey ed the call thrice, when burst onto the scene, his revolver ready. [ could see hi nishment at finding 1 in the the two smugg their hands | Part 1 ft he Decemb or B ain that mi t 4 ' sending ten cents IFE, 200 Fifth Avenue rE iD DS PART II. DAM | ESTONE and his parents were Jolt ng on rugs in the cabin, enjoying that solid comfort which omes from a Proenite wood-fire while a winter storm rages outside. Presently, as the wind continued to howl without ceas- ing, the Indian boy grew restless. Old Simon smoked on with quiet contentment, but the mother noted her son’s uneasiness. “ What is it, Adam?” she asked. ‘The white boy,” he replied. “I ought YS to go up to his tent and see if he got back all right. He'll die tonight if he’s out in this storm.” “Ts it any fault of yours, my son?” “Yes; in a way. He would have killed his turkey and returned to camp early ex- cept for Logan and me. I didn’t mean to rob him of the shot, but he was very angry, saying he would follow the turkeys until night or get one. You know what that might mean. ‘He was silent a moment, then And John asked me to look after ‘An Indian keeps his word,” said father briefly “Listen! What was that?” asked Adam. Again came the sound, the barely per- ceptible report of a gun somewhere out in the storm. The Indian boy ran to the door in time to hear a third shot and gain some idea of its direction “T wonder if it’s Tommy?” claimed. “I’m afraid he lost, shooting a signal. My rifle!” said: him.” his he and ex- 1s 1S air. But he lost no time in taking away their arms, and they offered no resistance. ‘Now then, Nat,” he called, “ where * your” Up here, in ‘Well, I’ll be darned!’ but without seeing me. *You’d better come down,” Though stiff and aching, little delay to get to the ground. I couldn’t stand erect for some minutes. Joseph DeLong scratched his head as his wonder- ng eyes turned on me. ‘Now, Nat, if you’ll keep them covered, decorate them.” Out of his pocket came a bright little bundle of bracelets, which he snapped over the uplifted hands before I could well see what he was about; each pair of hands so bejeweled was joined to the other by a slender, bright chain. Seated thus linked together, the two smugglers looked at each ther with expressions that were comical— contorted with the labor of regaining brium. I answered. He glanced up, the palm,” he said. I managed with [i] sity equi (The story without a title—see next page) By CHARLES ASKINS He grasped his gun, stepped outside the door and fired answering shots, but he doubted if the sharp, short snap of the rifle would carry any distance in such a howling wind. He listened, and, hearing no other shot, began preparations to start on a_ hunt. He replaced his moccasins with stout boots and drew on his heaviest clothing, with fur cap and mittens. After reloading his rifle, he took spare cartridges, knowing that he might need them in signalling; moreover, there was some danger of being attacked by wolves. ‘Here, Logan!” me, old fellow. he called. “Come with We can find them.” “Child!” said his mother, “my only brother died in a storm like this. You cannot find your way—you may never re- turn.” Old Simon went to the door and peered ut. A rush of fine snow swirled across the room. “You cannot see a foot, Adam,” ‘Tie yourself to the dog with a cord. Put a bell on him; he might get away from you or it might save one of you from being shot if the lad is badly scared. He was out there across the creek, maybe two hundred yards. You may find him, but sometimes the lost will be frightened— run from you. Then let —— follow the trail—try to keep up with he dog without holding him back. Close your mouth tight all the time—might be ice gets into lungs —— quick. In two hours the storm will break—I think maybe so anyhow.” Once beyond the creek, which he and the dog crossed on a great log which had been felled for that purpose, Adam shouted. Getting no reply, he fired his rifle, but if any return was made he could not hear it. The white boy must have despaired of any reply to his signal of distress and he said. When I had rubbed some life into my limbs and had had my fill of water, Joseph DeLong, keeping a wary eye on the chained pair, pulled me aside for confidence. He told me how, after a long chase, he had captured the other two smugglers with the help of two cow hunters, the smoke of whose fire he had discovered in the forest. And now they had the two prisoners under guard two miles back. “Their bundles,” he said, “held nothing but cigars regularly stamped—and every one is leaking badly now.” He laughed over some recollection, and he added: ‘My helpers thought it was an infernal shame to spoil good smokes like that. Now, Nat, boy, | want to know how you got up into that palm; that’s the last place [ expected to find you.” He was greatly interested in my tale, and when I had finished he said: “Do you think you know the directions?” “Yes, I think so,” I replied. ‘Well, let’s get-after it.” he said. (Concluded on page 27.) wandered on. Letting his dog out to the end of the tether, Adam told him to “seek trail”; and they beat up and down across the wind in search of the scent. After a time, Logan stopped, threw up his head, and gave a long, half-wolfish howl. Adam started toward him. His foot struck something hard in the snow. It was an empty shell. “Good boy!” he said. Good for you, old man! Follow them now!” The dog understood and led off through the woods, tugging at his cord in the at- tempt to go faster, now and then giving a_ short, whimpering bark. It was then that Adam appreciated the wisdom of his father in directing that the dog be tied to him. The clang of the bell, blending with the hum of the wind, could not be heard many rods, and, left to his own de- vices, the dog would surely have outfooted him—result, he might have become as badly lost as Tommy. They traveled fast, and yet it seemed they were slow about overhauling the lost boy. Logan assuredly had the trail, for he kept the cord taunt, jerking his master after him, and his hunting bark was emit- ted as regularly and as excitedly as though he were following a deer. There was only one explanation. Tom- my must be running—running crazily, fran- tically, not to stop until he fell exhausted. Suddenly as it had arisen, the wind died to almost a calm, and the snow, previously half sleet, began falling straight down in a soft, smothering mass. When the storm ceased to roar, the bell on the dog’s neck clinked loudly, though Adam couldn’t see Logan at the end of the rope. Another sound came to him from the rear, the yelp of a coyote, answered by the deep cry of a timber wolf. 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ed ‘QOI4. ) my seph Lined He had 1 the e ot rest. nder hing very zhed ded: rnal that. you lace tale you the eek ‘OSS fish His OW. ou, igh at- ing en his ied ing le- red lly ed ost he ter it- gh m- n- -d. ed sly ell zh of ne he January, 1914. THE STORY WITHOUT A TITLE II together, and followed, chopping in elps and howls coyotes ives running together. Adam recognized the voices of the pack, ving heard them often before. They were an especially meddlesome and mis- 1ievious lot of animals known as the “ dog- wolf pack’ "_cross-bred brutes, a mixture f stray dog, coyote and gray wolf. Through killing stock, this pack was giving ranchmen more trouble than any lves ever had before, but Adam did not ynsider them dangerous to an armed man. However, he knew that if Tommy heard em it would add to his terror. It was vell, too, that he and Logan were between the ugly brutes and the boy. No inarmed man or defenseless ani- was safe in the woods when timber blending aged to pull trigger—tried to scare ’em.” Adam was concerned at the weakness he noted in Tom’s voice. It quavered and the words came jerkily. “Tom, are you cold?” “T don’t know whether I am cold or tired or sleepy. I don’t seem able to get off the log—legs won’t move.” Adam turned his dog loose and went to Tom’s assistance. He discovered that the boy’s trousers, shoes, and stockings were frozen stiff. When helped to the ground, he reeled and sat down heavily against the sheltered side of the log. “Let me rest,” he said sluggishly. “Think I'd be all right if I had a nap.” , trick, that he had heard one of the wolves growl, or his own dog. But before he could strike a match, the dog Logan set up a growling bark at the opposite end of the great log. He con- tinued to whine, dig, and tear at the wood with his teeth. All of which Adam judged by the sound, for it was still dark and snowing so heavily that he could neither see his dog nor the place where he stood. “You're right. There’s something in the log. But I don’t care if it is a bear—we’ve got to have a fire! Let me help you up on the log again. I’m going to smoke it out, and there'll be a scrap. Logan will fight anything that lives. There you are! Take your gun, but don’t shoot unless you have to—might hurt the dogs.” Adam leaned his own rifle against he dog-wolves were running, some f the pack being large, cunning and fierce. To be sure, Tom was med, but would he stand his ground or try to run? Running meant nothing less than trailing the malicious beasts after him. The dog-wolves got so close that Old Logan stopped with a snarl. ready to fight. The big, black dog had never refused a challenge from 2 wild animal, but now Adam held him, trying to get sight of the pack and a shot. The wolves spread, passing to either side, yelping menacingly, but it was so dark, the air so filled with snow that not one could be seen. An alarming thing happened. The pack passed, leaving Adam and his ‘dog and taking up the trail of Tommy beyond. Instinctively the brutes knew that weaker game was in front of them. Adam broke into a run,, follow- ing hard after the yelping wolves, hoping to reach Tommy in time. Startling in its proximity, a re- port from Tom’s gun boomed dull and loud. The wolves gave their cry of quarry at bay. Again Tom’s gun sounded and there were shril- ler outcries, recognizable among them the frightened bark of the bird dog. The wolves were circling. A big gray animal skurried past Adam and was gone ere he could raise his gun. Logan, still tied, almost jerked him from his feet by spring- ing at another. The Indian lad and his dog were in the melee though $10.00 Cash Prize For a Title to This Story HE prize will be sent to the boy who submits the title that is selected as the most ap- propriate, the selection to be made by a committee composed of: Mr. Trumbull White, Man- aging Editor of Everybody's Magazine, The author of the story, The Chief Scout Librarian, The Editor of Boys’ Lire, If more than one boy submits the title agreed upon as being the most appropriate, the prize will be divided equally among them. Read the story carefully and thought- fully. As soon as you have had time to read the second and last instal- ment in the January number of Boys’ Lire, send in the title you think is most appropriate. In your letter give only the title you propose, and your name and address. Don’t write more than one title. Write plainly. Put the words “ Title Con- test” on the envelope or postcard. All suggested titles must reach the office of Boys’ Lire on or before January 15, 1914. Entries in this contest which are not sent in accordance with these rules will not be considered. the log where it could be reached handily and, after helping Tom to perch on the log, struck a match to the dry leaves well inside the log. The leaves were like tinder, taking fire at the first attempt. “Now!” shouted Adam, “if there’s only a hole at the other end to make a draft! Good! The smoke is going the other way. Hey! Hear him! He’s scratchin’ toward the other end. Minute more and he’ll be out! Keep your place, Tom—I must go to the other end to help the dogs!” Adam picked up his rifle and ran to the other end of the log where Old Logan’s anger seemed to be increasing as he frantically tore at the tree. “ He’s growlin’, Tom. Hear him! Not a bear though—catamount, I think. He’s comin’ out! Take him, Log! Take him!” There was a deep muttering growl from Logan, one fierce note, as he seized his quarry and backed away—then a long, wauling yell, almost a scream, from some kind of cat. ; Logan had the beast down, trying to pin it to the earth. The soft snow flew so that Adam was quite unable to distinguish one antago- nist from the other, much less help his dog. Elk joined in but was sent spinning through the air and out of the fight, evidently by a raking blow from an armed foot. He ran howling to his master. “Tt’s a lynx, Tom. We'll soon get him!” The excitement was bringing Tom to life as probably nothi: g a wall of falling snow was all they could see. Adam knew that he or his dog were liable to be shot in mistake for wolves. “TOM !” he shouted. “Tom! are your” ‘Here on a log! \ tall gray wolf sprang at Logan. Its teeth snapped as the black dog dodged and parried. Adam fired without aim but the volf went down. Logan closed in with a throat-hold, and after a short struggle the wounded beast lay dead in the snow, a great, gray-coated timber wolf. The reception was too hot for the wolves; without a yelp or a howl they dis- appeared, neither to be seen nor heard again Adam found Tom seated astride a huge, snowy log, his dog beside him, the lad so covered with falling snow that he resem- bled a big white knot on the log. “Mighty glad to catch up with you, Tom! Kill any wolves?” “T think not. The cold made me so clumsy that I couldn’t sight my gun—man- where ” “That will not do! You'd never wake u ! ” He pulled off Tom’s shoes and chafed his icy feet, shaking him roughly to keep him awake. “Brace up, Tom! If I only had a fire to dry you out now, you would be dancing in a jiffy. I wonder if this log is hollow. Whoop! Tom! Big hole in it and dry leaves all ready for the match! Tom was half drowsing, but he revived at Adam’s words enought to remember. “Look out, Adam! Something in that log—heard it growl!” “Let the critter stay in there if he wants to—he will soon find his chimney smoking. Here goes!” As a matter of fact the Indian did not believe that there was anything in the log, though the hollow inside of it would have permitted a bear to enter. He thought Tommy’s imagination had played him a else could have done. He felt the blood go tingling into his numbed limbs. He grasped his gun more firmly, finding he could handle and swing it. He didn’t try to get off the log, how- ever, not knowing whether as yet he could stand. The fight was growing noisier, and—it was coming his way! Screaming growls issued from the cat, and Logan’s first hold had been broken, for the snap of his teeth could be heard as he sprang in and out, parrying like a wolf “Down him, Logan! On to him, boy!” Adam’s voice was screeching with excite- ment. “Look out, Tom! Coming toward you! Don’t shoot! I’m right on top of ’em and can’t tell one from the other. Back, Log, till I shoot! Watch yourself, Tom! They’re both on the log—coming at you!” Tom saw them coming. The beast in front was outfooting the other, getting away from him. He pointed his gun but (Continued on page 28.)

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The Trail to El Dorado Two Boys’ Thrilling Adventures in a Dangerous Journey Across Plains and Mountains By JOSEPH MILLS HANSON YOU CAN START HERE—Charlie and Zeb Bartlett 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, in charge of Captain Fisk. Many interesting people are met: Mr. Cloudas, who becomes their trav- eling companion; Pierre Bottineau, the daring guide, and Antoine Couthon, a half-breed, who from the very first is most unfriendly with the boys. Many thrilling experiences follow fast upon each other.—a buffalo hunt; a terrific storm overtakes them during which the cattle stampede; they go hunting, are lost, but are finally found by the guide. A little later they come upon a band of savages. Through the treachery of Couthon, they attack the train, but are repulsed. Charlie and Zeb have an exciting adventure hunting elk, but upon their return to camp, that night, roving Indians attempt to steal cattle, stampeding the whole herd. A desperate fight follows in which Couthon is killed. a miner who brings news concerning the boys’ father. CHAPTER X. THE TERRIBLE NEWS ‘cé ELL, you see, son,” the miner said, evidently embarrased in his explanations. “We didn’t go into Wally Wally. As I was say- ing, we tuk a cut-off from the foot of the Blue Mountains, down Snake River and hit the Fort Benton road where it crosses the Snake. Charlie lived—I mean he lives,” he glanced apprehensively at the Captain as he made the correction, “in Wally Wally. Thet’s why we didn’t run acrost him.” “You know Charlie, eagerly. “Well, I should ruther guess! Last summer me and Charlie was prospectin’ fur two months in th’ same party along th’ Snake, in the Cl’arwater. Fine man, he was. Book larnin’ and eddication, but not alt stuck up about it. But I ain’t saw him f.r six months naow.” He relapsed into uncomfortable silence, and Charlie volun- teered: “T was in hopes perhaps you had seen him. He wrote for my younger brother and me to come out to him at Walla Walla, and that’s where we are going now.” “Well, well, that’s awful!” ejaculated the miner, pitingly. Then, convulsively, he added, “awful nice, I mean.” “Charlie,” exclaimed the Captain, sharply, “if you’re through, I wish you would go and find Mr. Bond, and bring him here. I want him to make some notes on what these men say about the roads ahead of us.” “Yes, Sir,” answered Charlie, hurrying away. As soon as he was out of ear-shot, Cap- tain Fisk leaned forward, and demanded of the miner, “For goodness sake, man, what’s the matter with you? What’s wrong with that boy’s father?” The other gave him a miserable glance. “ Everythin’,” he answered. “ He’s dead.” him, then?” exclaimed “What?” cried the Captain, in a horri- fied tone. “Dead! Are you sure?” “Well, as sure as a man can be, without viewin’ the corpse. You see, just this side Hangman’s Creek, we met up with a pros- pectin’ party thet told us about one of "em slippin’ an’ fallin’ off’n a ledge up in the Couer d’ Alenes a couple weeks before an’ bein’ hurt so bad that he died ’thout comin’ back to his senses. His name was Bart- lett and he come from Wally Wally, but they didn’t know whether his fust name was Charlie; jest called him Bartlett. Any- how, I asked ’em how he looked, and the way they told it fitted Charlie to a T. Did you know him? “No, but the boys have described him to me,” replied the Captain. “Well, man about five foot ten,” went on the other, “medium weight, dark wiskers, kinder half-way bald, deep voice, nice talker, cheerful.” “That sounds like him,” answered the Captain, gloomily. “When they told me, I says to myself, ‘Poor Charlie, there never was a better feller!’ I felt worse’n pizen, fur we was good friends when we was prospectin’ to- gether. He’d told me about his boys back in Minnesoty, too, but I never cal’lated he was goin’ to fetch ’em out yere. Now what’ll they do when they get to Wally Wally, ’n find their Pa has crossed the Range?” The Captain turned around and saw Charlie returning with Mr. Bond. “ At any rate they musn’t know it now,” he declared. “If Charlie should ask you any more questions, don’t let him suspect the truth. Leave it to me and I'll break it to them when the time seems right. Poor fellows! They’re about the brightest, most lovable boys I ever knew.” The topic was dropped abruptly as Charlie and Mr. Bond came up and the Captain said to the visitor, as if continuing a previous conversation, “How about grass for the stock along Hell Gate River?” I2 Soon afterward the expedition meets two men, one The miner began to explain, and the Commander said: “ Mr. Bond, please make a note of what this man says. Let’s see, I haven’t your name yet?” “Fiddler; Jim Fiddler’s my name. Took the fever a couple of years ago and come out yere from Vermont lookin’ fer gold, an’ now I wisht I hadn’t. I’d made more money stickin’ to the old farm and scratch- in’ gravel fer corn ’n pertaters.” The visitors remained for over an hour and were duly warned by Captain Fisk of the hostile Sioux above Fort Union. Then, with commiserating glances. at Charlie, and many good wishes exchanged with the members of the train, they took their departure Eastward and were soon lost to sight across the plain. Captain Fisk concluded that no good pur- pose was to be served by telling Charlie and Zeb the distressing news he had to im- part until they should be nearing their journey’s end. They still had a number of weeks to travel before reaching Walla Walla, and as long as they did not suspect they could remain happy while, if they were told, the remainder of the trip would be filled for them with grief and gloom, growing more intense as they ap- proached the destination where they could expect no loving welcome such as they now looked forward to. If the Captain could have found any safe means of send- ing them back to Minnesota it would have altered his decision, for in that case they ought to know that the West was no place for them, and why they should by all means return to their old home where they could, at least, be among friends. But be- ing forced to take them on to Walla Walla, he left them for the present in happy ig- norance. The train now left the Missouri for a time and traveled up the valley of the Milk River which for some distance furnished a more direct and comfortable road to- ward Fort Benton, where they arrived sev- eral days later. There, under his orders, Captain Fisk’s

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1 the make see, I Took come gold, more atch- hour Fisk nion, at nged took soon pur- arlie . im- their r of Jalla spect they trip and ap- ould they tain ond- lave they lace all they alla, ig- January, 1914. NEARING THE JOURNEY’S END 13 official duties ended as chief of the emi- grant train and commander of the escort, for at Benton the travelers again entered a region of comparative civilization where danger of extensive Indian hostilities no longer existed, where white settlements were to be found, and where a Government wagon road, laid out the year before by Captain Mullan, of the army, not easy but passable, could be followed Westward across the Rocky Mountains. With many mutual good wishes, Cap- tain Fisk left the men and women whom he had led safely and comfortably through the dangerous journey. With him went Charlie and Zeb, for Mr. Cloudas desired to remain with the rest of the emigrants and Captain Fisk had willingly, yet with a heavy heart, knowing what was in store for them, offered to see the boys through to their destination. They were to travel from now on in one of the escort wagons, so Mr. Cloudas bought their ox team from them, they retaining only Rataplan. It was with real regret that they parted from the young man who had for so long been their partner and companion, for his constant kindliness and good nature had endeared him to them, but they all spoke hopefully of a time in the future when their fortunes should be made and when they should en- joy a reunion to talk over the events of the journey. And then the little handful of men who were going on started up their teams, waved their hands in a last farewell and turned their faces once more toward the sunset. The parting with the greater portion of the train and the more rapid progress which the escort and the remaining emi- grants, all provided with horses instead of oxen, were enabled to make, now caused Captain Fisk to think often and sorrow- fully of the terrible revelation which sooner or later he must make to Charlie and Zeb. Yet they had crept so far into his affections, they were so-light-hearted and care-free, that again he put it off, un- til the last reasonable moment. So, in blissful ignorance, they went on for six more happy weeks, enjoying as only healthy boys can the many novel ex- periences they met with, and the beautiful scenes through which they constantly passed; crossing the main chain of the Rockies by Hell Gate Pass and beholding from its summit the tiny streams com- mencing at their very feet, some of which found their way into the Missouri River and thence to the far-away Atlantic, while others wound through many devious courses into Columbia and so to the Pacific; pass- ing up Hell Gate River, across the Couer d’Alene Mountains and along the St. Regis de Borgia; wending their way through dense forests of gigantic cedars; bathing often in mountain torrents as clear as crys- tal and cold with the chill of the eternal snowfields on the summits from which they flowed; camping nightly on luxurious beds of cedar boughs around cheery, crack- ling fires whose smoke drifted upward through a maze of towering branches to- ward the star-gemmed sky above; visiting the quaint Indian mission of the Jesuit Fathers at Couer d’Alene, and pursuing the windings of the Spokane and Pelouse Rivers until at last, they camped on the bank of the Snake River, three days’ march above Walla Walla. The evening they stopped at this point, at the southern edge of what in those days was called the Great Plain of the Columbia River, Captain Fiske felt it necessary to call the boys to him and, walking out a short distance from camp to a pleasant spot on the river bank, there to tell them the sad news which had been oppressing him for weeks. The Captain was a soldier, not a diplo- mat, yet into the simple and direct recital of the story told to him by Jem Fiddler, Captain Fisk put all the gentleness and kindly pity of a nature which was no less compassionate than it was strong. When he had entirely finished, the two boys stood motionless for a lit- tle, staring out over the dark- ening river, dry eyed and si- lent ; utterly stunned by grief, and the slowly dawning reali- zation of their desolate condi- tion, alone in a strange land which was almost a wilderness, thousands of miles from friends and the place they had called home. Was it only to discover this heart-breaking loss of a father, only to come unknowing into such a land of gloom, that they had traveled so happily Westward day after day and month after month? At length Captain Fisk, his heart aching for them, put his arms over their shoulders. The touch roused Zeb from his stupor, and, turning, he laid his face against the Captain’s coat and began to sob. The tears rolled from Charlie’s eyes, also, but he struggled to keep from breaking down en- tirely. “Father, dead!” he said, in a choking voice. “Why, it doesn’t seem possible!” "He was to meet us down here, in such a short while now. And we know so little; not even where—where he is—buried. Have you told us everything?” The Captain inclined his head slowly. “Everything, Charlie, that I know myself.” “But it’s so little. Are you sure, Captain, that it’s true?” “T can’t feel doubtful of it, Charlie. You heard the des- cription. And this man Fid- dler, who was your father’s friend, did not doubt it.” “Yes, I know, I know,” Charlie replied, hopelessiy. “ It must be so, but how awful it is! And what is to become of Zeb and me—now?” His voice broke and he could not control his sobs. “There, there, lad; poor lad!” said the Captain, him- self almost on the verge of tears. “ You and Zeb have each other left, and you must brace up, like a man, for your brother’s sake.” “T will, Captain, I will, once I get used to this. But now, —I can’t,—not just now.” “Tt isn’t anything hopeless for you and Zeb,” Captain Fisk continued, awkwardly, striving to express comfort- ing thoughts. “You are bright boys, lovable Everybody likes you; you will get along anywhere. can’t help it. I’ll do all I can to make your troubles easier.” “T know that, Captain. We're very grateful, Zeb and I. But I must have time to think what it’s best to do. I “ONE OF know you'll help us decide that.” “Yes, indeed, Charlie. You'll have at least three days for that, before we reach Walla Walla.” So saying, he slowly and sadly led the grief-striken boys back to camp. There through many hours of darkness, while the other members of the party slept soundly, the two brothers lay, hand-in-hand for si- (Continued on page 30.) ’EM SLIPPIN’ AN’ FALLIN’ OFF’N A_ LEDGE. . HIS NAME WAS BARTLETT.”

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Interesting Boys Little Stories About Some Youngsters Who Have Done Notable Things MARK RYAN, Who Will Send Government Messages by Code HE Secretary of State of the United i: States Government is in constant communication, by telegraph, cable and wireless, with members of the Diplo- matic and Consular service in all the coun- tries in the world. Naturally a great deal of this communica- tion, dealing with important Govern- ment questions, has to be done by code. That requires a tel- egraph_ operator with at least a good memory. But, in addition, the opera- tor must be trust- worthy. Well, a boy of 19 got this important position recently— MARK RYAN Mark Ryan, of Glen Cove, N. Y. When he was 16 he took an examina- tion given by the Western Union Tele- graph Company, passed it, and was as- signed to a key in a station in a village on the Long Island Railroad. For three years he worked there, improving his skill all the time. One day a few. months ago he read that a Civil Service examination would be held to select a confidential teleg- rapher to Secretary of State Bryan. He knew there would be many competitors for the place, but he decided to try anyway, doing his very best. He got the position, and is one of the youngest operators in the Government service. SCOUT DORRIS GILES, Who Has Won a Silver Honor Medal for Bravery VERYBODY is afraid of an electric E wire, more so perhaps than almost any other common danger. But Dor- tis Giles, a Boy Scout newsboy of Hous- ton, Tex., though he realized the fearful risk he was running, managed to rescue a boy named Ralph Landgreve from death, when he came into contact with a heavily charged electric wire. Ralph and a com- rade, wanting to see the sparks fly from an overhead street- car wire in front of Ralph’s home, threw an old wire clothes- line over it. As a street car was ap- proaching, Ralph grasped the long line. The electricity ran through it into him, and his fingers around the wire were burned to the bone. Young Giles, delivering papers, saw the boy’s predicament. He caught hold of the screaming lad, but the force of the cur- rent knocked him down, too. Here the Boy Scout training came to his aid. Re- membering that paper is a non-conductor of electricity, he caught up several papers from his bag, wrapped them about Ralph’s legs, to protect his own hands, and threw DORRIS GILES. Ralph off the tracks to safety. Assisted by a man who was passing, Dorris carried Ralph to his home and there gave first aid. The manager of the street car company says: “There can be no doubt either as to the risk involved or in regard to the fact that Dorris Giles knew the danger in which he was placing himself. The rescue demanded not only courage and determi- nation, but also an accurate knowledge of how to go about it. It also brings out the tremendous value of the Boy Sgout move- ment in this country in educating boys just what to do in cases of emergency.” The National Court of Honor of the Boy Scouts of America has presented Scout Dorris Giles a silver honor medal for his bravery. ROSS KING, Who Has But One Hand, Saved a Life and Won $2,000 WO years ago Ross King, of Kane, Ill., then fifteen years old, was out hunting when a gun was accident- ally discharged, blowing off his right hand at the wrist. After that he did not swim until last June—the second day after the commencement ex- ercises at the Kane High School. The little swim he took that day brought him a bronze medal and an award of $2,000, as needed, for educational pur- poses. This is the reason. The graduating class and several in- vited guests accom- panied by Principal ROSS KING. Cade, went, that day, for a picnic in the woods near Maconpin Creek. In the afternoon some of the boys went in swim- ming. Among them was Henry Beuschel, sixteen years old. He got cramps and sank in the water where it was eight feet deep. The other swimmers and most of the boys on the bank became panic-stricken when they saw young Beuschel’s peril. Not so Ross King, who was near the shore. Though handicapped as none of the other boys was, he jumped right in and swam to his friend and classmate. Beuschel was descending for a third time when King reached him. The drowning boy grasped his rescuer with a death-grip and a fierce battle ensued, Beuschel very nearly drag- ging the one-armed boy down with him. After a long, hard battle, King finally got the other boy to shore. Beuschel was un- conscious then, but was resuscitated. The crowd on shore cheered the brave rescuer, and later reported the deed to the Carnegie Hero Fund Commission which, after a thorough investigation, made the awards. King was salutatorian of his high school class and was also a leader in athletics. He won medals in the fifty and 100 yard dashes, the running broad jump and the hop, step and jump. He wants to be a lawyer and the Carnegie award will help him through college. KENNETH OLIVER, Age Il, Saves a Girl’s Life; $2,000 His{ Reward ERE’S another boy who has _re- H ceived from the Carnegie Hero Fund a bronze medal and an award of $2,000, as needed, for educational pur- poses. And he is only 11 years old! His name is Kenneth Oliver, and he lives at Tampico, Ill. One after- noon last March, while walking near the C., B. & O. Railroad tracks on his way from school, he heard the rumble of an approaching train and, looking around, saw little Gladys Russell, the seven-year-old daughter of a neighbor, playing , : right on the main track. Not hearing the train, she kept on playing. Kenneth shouted to her, but she did not hear. On came the train at great speed—a double-headed freight. With great presence of mind the boy ran as fast as he could to the child and pushed her off the track, clearing the track himself when the engine pilot was but ten feet away. Kenneth goes to the public school in Tampico and has good marks in_ his studies and in deportment. When he gets through there he will go to a prepar- atory school, then to a college or univer- sity. KENNETH OLIVER A Signalling Torch Secure an old can about three inches long and an inch and a half in diameter. To this solder a tube that will just fit over the Scout staff. Fill it about one-fourth full of coal oil and then fill with waste saturated with the same stuff and light—Dod Gibson, Jr., Webster Groves, Mo. “Can any one name a liquid that doesn’t freeze?” asked the teacher. There was a moment’s silence, then a voice in the rear of the room answered, eagerly, “ Please, teacher, hot water!” “PYOLLOW YOUR LEADER”—A Story of Narrow Escapes, by Alfred Bishop Mason ington’s Scout,” ete. played it for fun. Jack Morgan Indians on the plains, in Me-ico South America BOYS’ LIFE. Don’t miss it! , Author of “Tom Strong, Wash- You know the popular game as you have had to play it in real life among and in the Andes Mountains in IN THE FEBRUARY s 14 cor oO mh 2@ OH = Qn

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The-—-Secret By JOHN FLEMING WILSON ae of the” a ‘sé IAD,” said Captain Reynolds of T the gasoline schooner Gull, “would you like to make a trip with me to Dutch Harbor?” Tad Sheldon’s eyes brightened. “J certainly would,” he answered. “ But I’m not sure that father would let me go.” The captain’s tired old eyes rested kind- ly on the Boy Scout’s: face. “Tt won’t do you any harm, Tad,” he said. “The Gull isn’t as much of a craft as I used to sail, but coming of a sea- faring family you ought to make a long voyage. It will do you plenty of good to learn the ins and outs of running a ship week in and week out. And I need you. ’S matter of fact this is my last trip. My eyes aren’t what they used to be —— Tad stared into the wise, dimmed eyes of the old man and he read there the vague trouble of one who is becoming con- scious of his years. He knew that not only would the voyage under so skilful a skipper give him needed experience, but that he could really help Captain Rey- nolds to “clean up” for good. The old, tried seaman could not make many more voyages. This one would be extremely profitable, if carried to its conclusion. He also realized, looking at him, that weakness always comes and the days ar- rive when one likes to have some one else’s strength to call on, and he remem- bered a little of the history of this cap- tain and something of his honorable career of forty years. Should he refuse a chance to be of aid to him? Tad’s heart swelled at thought of helping the skipper to ac- complish his last voyage. “Tf dad will let me go, I’ll go,” he answered. Captain Reynolds crinkled up his eye- lids. “You'll learn a heap about gas engines and running a schooner,” he said. “In fact, it’ll be fun—for you.” Tad’s father—Number 1 in the life sav- ing crew at Yaquina Bay—listened to his son’s plea and consented that he make the trip to Dutch Harbor. “IT want you to work, Tad,” he re- marked. “Remember that taking a ship to sea is not all play. And when you learn what the sea is, be careful of it. It’s nothing to fool with.” * a * Three weeks later when the Gull made her last dive beneath the long gray surges of the North Pacific, Tad Sheldon and Will Moore, the engineer, gulped up the water in their throats and climbed up on the little life raft they had cast off at the final moment. Nothing was to be seen of Captain Reynolds or of the other mem- bers of the crew. “The skipper stuck to the wheel so we could have a chance,” thought Tad. Captain Reynolds had steered the Gull for twenty-four hours through the heavy sea, knowing that an awkward move or the slighest inattention would result in her turning turtle. He had at last driven her under purposely, thus saving the lives of Tad and Moore, whom he called on deck and ordered to hang to the raft, which was lashed just forward of the mainmast. “The old man ——” gasped the en- gineer. “Gone,” Tad said curtly. “Say, Moore, you had better balance yourself better or this raft "ll turn over, too. It wasn’t built for teetering on.’ From their little elevation they could see nothing but a constant succession of long, foam-mottled rollers that lifted them- selves, seethed towards them and swept on into the squally, misty lee. Tad knew that when the Gull went down they had been 6é HAT it gives,” thought Tad, “it takes back. It gives strength and life and the power to live; and in the end it takes back these gifts, The sea is square. Its currenis run always the same. Iis winds blow always according to law. I1 is just. It gave Captain Reynolds his living for years. It made him respected and con- tented. In the end it took him, because “The Gull” was unseaworthy and unfitted for this voyage. But the engineer and I are here. The sea taught Captain Rey- nolds to be brave. So he saved our lives and went down himself, as a seaman should. Now the sea is taking us back home,” within eight hundred miles of the Wash- ington Coast. Captain Reynolds had ex- plained each day just how he had reckoned his day’s work and their position on the chart. The last figures on the slate stood out plainly before his mind’s eye. Since that time they had been driven south by a north-easterly gale, such as often pre- vails for days at a time off the Aleutian Islands. Also he knew that they had lost little of the force of the Japanese Cur- rent, which runs in a strong, steady stream from Kamschatka to our Pacific Coast. So now he watched the procession of roaring waves with a calculating eye. Their slight refuge was traveling along, steadily being pushed eastward and towards home. Moore, the engineer, began to groan heavily. In the falling light of the winter day Tad could see that his companion’s face was getting grayer and grayer. He understood that fear was at work, the fear that gnaws and eats into a man’s heart. “TI know just where we are,” Tad said cheerfully. 15 Moore looked at him a moment and shook his head. “TI know where we are,” he returned. “ Adrift on a miserable life raft a thou- sand miles at sea. Nothing to eat and darn little to drink.” “There’s water enough in that breaker lashed midship to last us 2 week and the weather’s good and the tanks under us don’t leak and we’re luckier than the rest, Moore. The old man—” “The old man he calls down to me when I was still keeping the engines turning ‘get up and out while I c’n keep her afloat,’” said the engineer dully. “He gave me a chance. He knew she’d turn turtle the minute he let go the wheel. I guess he was all in, Tad, but he stuck to the wheel till you and I could get this raft clear of its lashings. You and I are saved—for awhile.” “He always would stick to the wheel. Captain Reynolds wasn’t the other kind,” Tad replied. “And the longer you talk about being saved and the less you think about being badly off, the better we’ll be.” The engineer sat up, clinging with the cramped fingers of one hand to the gray slats of the raft. “Yes!” he cried bitterly. “On a raft a thousand miles at sea! Saved? I wish I had gone down with the Gull.” Tad curled one leg under him and scan- ned the scene. He was worried, not so much on his own account—he had an inkling of the secret of the see—but because he knew that his companion was fast losing his nerve. And he knew that men who lose their nerve slip easily off life rafts and bubble downwards into the unfathomed depths. It was his simple duty to maintain his — poise and prevent Moore from doing this. Tad had long trained himself in orien- tation, and now, hour after hour, he recalled the features of the chart on which Captain Reynolds had marked the Gull’s position day by day. Gradually he built up a mental picture. of the North Pacific—of the Aleutian Islands, of the rugged Alaskan Coast, of the currents that stream across that part of the world. And as he remembered the details of all these things he scratched them into the gray, salty paint of the pine slats of the swinging raft. The weather still held fair, though he could see by the run of the swells that a gale was blowing to the eastward. They had ceased to run in long lines. Instead they bumped themselves up into suddenly crested hillocks which rose, boiled a mo- ment, and then fell into heaving fields of foam. Every now and then the raft was tossed perilously on one of these, drench- (Continued on page 26.)

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16 BOYS’ LI IIOVUIEAL Ml MMU HNL TAA The Quick-Eyed Camera Sees Boy Scouts at Boy Scouts on 80-Mile Hike Through Western Pennsylvania. In Temporary Camp at Belmore Park, Grove City. San Juan (Porto Rico) Scouts Making a Bamboo Bridge Across the Manajes River.—Photo by Mr. C. W. Swiggett. Jr. nuary gi d Cleveland Forest They HNINNNUUILE ULLAL NH Still Sleepy! = Scouts of = Hillsboro, Tex., = Snapped = Just After = Reville. Photo by Mr. E. C. Hise. THIS PAGE Photographs § any which you them to the ONE DO photo used on returned panied by pe se MMMM LM TIM UUM at Play ir, Whe Aides, for the b if y to ap ‘De paid Phot i UT

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” Liinuary, 1914. 17 11g 11010 RRR k and at Play----BOYS’ LIFE Shows Them to You ‘ie iain oe 1 Vis -. fi 4 * ‘4 . 3 Ne i Scouts Crossing Marshy Creek by Use of Staves. Photograph from the Greater Boston Council. British Scouts Marching on Field Day at Lord Rosebery—Photo by Mr. Harold Peabody, President Boston Scout Council. land at Play at rest Gmir, Where They Aides, No Use for a Ladder! Boston Wall-Scaling Scouts Go Right Up the Side AGE i@ for the best Scout of a House. hs If you have | you to appear send he 0 ‘be paid for each i on Photos will be ; is accom- WHT

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Distinguished Scouts. for November, 1913. HONOR SCOUTS. life saving. SILVER. Dorris Giles, Houston, Texas. A. M. Stovall, Jasper, Alabama. - Carlton Farnum, Minneapolis, Minn. BRONZE. Albert Fisher, Hamburg, N. Y. Henry Ejichner, Brooklyn, N. Y. John A. Norman, Brooklyn, N. Y. Rollin Tyrrell, Citronelle, Ala. James Harper, Forsythe, Ga. Loring Williams, Minneapolis, Minn. Charles Goldfus, Minneapolis, Minn. Burton Allen, St. Paul, Minn. Rollo Vaaler, St. Paul, Minn. EAGLE SCOUTS. badges. Robert Hopkins, Buffalo, N. Y. Russell Steele, Muskogee, Okla. Merritt Lamb, Muskegon, Mich. William Johnson, Muskogee, Okla. LIFE AND STAR SCOUTS. Dr. W. H. Bailey, Kansas City, Mo. SPECIALLY COMMENDED. Vernon Kloster, New Richmond, Wis. Dwight Kloster, New Richmond, Wis. Sheldon Mauer, Waterloo, N. Y. Mack Burdge, Geneva, Ind. Willie Sikkenga, Muskegon, Mich. Luther Churchill, Elmwood, Mass. Report of the National Court of Honor Honor medals are given for signal bravery or To win the Silver Eagle, these First Class Scouts must have qualified for twenty-one merit badges. It is the highest honor given for winning merit Rev. Joseph B. Williamson, Greenfield, Ind. J. St. Clair Mendenhall, Kansas City, Mo. Life Scouts hold merit badges in first aid, letics, life saving, personal health and public health. Star Scouts hold five badges in addition to these ii HONOR SCOUT BADGE LIFE SCOUT BADGE ath- STAR SCOUT BADGE Pasadena Scouts Do a Good “Turn” for Orphans in Asylum One Saturday afternoon this fall a j | of Boy Scouts of America from Troop No. 1, Pasa- dena, Cal., arrived at the orphans’ home in that city equipped with forty bags containing home-made sandwiches, doughnuts, pickles and big red apples. To each of the boys in the orphan asyium one of these generous packages was given and the Scouts also had their haversacks full of other good things. The party then started out for a hike, reaching the recreation park after a walk of some distance. There they stopped to test out all the apparatus and devour a small wagonload of good things to eat. The trail then led out up the north side of Jumbo Mountain, and from this summit the boys jooked out in every direction through the field glasses brought by one of the Scouts. They stayed there for a long rest, then reluctantly started home. They took a different route going home exploring mysterious looking paths and making side trips in search of water or caves to be explored. The “good-turn daily” had been carried out by the Scouts. They had given good measure, too. Scouts First-Aid a Stabbed Boy How beneficial the first aid to the injured re- — of Scouts may prove to be was recently demonstrated at the Newsboys’ Club, in Baltimore, Md.- The Scouts of Troop 70 belong to that club and were just coming from a meeting where band- aging had been explained to them, when they came upon two newsboys quarreling in the street. One boy finally took out a knife and stabbed the other in the arm. A Scout stopped the flow of blood with a tourniquet and sent the injured boy home. 18 The Boy Scout Sign The Compass points us to the North— Our Arrow-head with steady aim, Though wind and wave work back and forth, Our guiding sign remains the same. When daylight fails and all is dark, When stars are hidden by the gale, Our Arrow-head gives us the mark To follow as we shorten sail. In working under wintry skies We take foul weather with the fair, Through rough and smooth our Duty lies— The Arrow-head is always there. —From “Sea Scouting.” Eventful Hikes A PARTY of Scouts of the Waternomee Troop + of Plymouth, N. H., went on a Scouting trip in the Franconia Range Mountains. They left Plymouth on Monday by train for North Woodstock, then took an old Lenine road to the foot of Mount Liberty, where they camped for the night. Tuesday they were greeted by the own- ers of the lumber camp near-by. They climbed Mount Liberty, having dinner on the way up, and made a “slide,” down which a group of climbers whom they met on the top of the mountain de- scended on their way home. They came down the mountain that afternoon and camped on the other side. Next day they climbed “ Little Haystack,” 4,500 feet above sea level. From there they looked out along the Presidential Range and toward the Green Mountains of Vermont. On the way down they stopped at Profile Lake to look at the ‘‘ Old Man” and camped near the Profile House. Next day they hiked to Echo Lake, climbed Bald Moun- tain and walked over to ‘Artists’ Bluff.” They closed their trip by a long hike back to North Woodstock, . . .- Sixteen Boy Scouts from Centralia, Wash., the latter part of November explored some old mines near the city. The boys went through the shaft of the deserted mine while Scout Master Rev. F. Dorris explained to them the processes which used to take place in the old mine. . . At Elkhart, Ind., twenty members of Troop 2 hiked to South Bend to hear “ Billy”? Sunday preach. They covered twenty miles in four hours, during which time six of them passed different Second Class tests. . . . Stockton (Pa.) Troop 1 visited the Muskingum Valley Chautauqua this last summer and liked the place so well that they made their summer camp there. They had more than thirty cots in the three tents which accommodated them. The average attendance was about twenty-nine Scouts. Scouts Showed Their City How to Celebrate Hallowe'en The Bov Scouts of Cumberland, Md, determined that they would have an organized Hallowe’en celebration without any of the hoodlum elements and destruction of personal property for which Hallowe’ens have long been famous. No one in the town had any idea that the first attempt of the organized celebration would be so successful. Wearing costumes of every hue and conceivable design, 500 school children and hun- dreds of men and women turned out to celebrate. Some of the characters represented in the parade were farmers, soldiers, sailors, elves, ghosts, fairies, gnomes, Witches, dudes, clowns, athletes and rep-

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January, 1914. BOY SCOUT ACTIVITIES 19 resentatives from every nation of the world. At the high school prizes were given and after the awards were made a musical program was present- ed, After this the regular hallowe’en contests—bob- bing for apples, cracker eating, apple eating, etc.— were attended with riotous delight. The judges who awarded the prizes included the mayor, the postmaster, the chief of police and members of the staff of the three daily newspapers. As the success of the affair was due to the un- tiring efforts of Scout Master Rev. W. S. Niclrl- son and his boys they were particularly proud when the police force reported “ not a gate missing or is there anything else inconveniently out of the way; not a window broken nor any property in- jured or destroyed.” , One of the evening papers remarks, “It is a wonderful record, as the keys of the city were literally turned over to the youngsters of the town.” Danville Scouts Learn About Railroading Thirty Boy Scouts of Danville, Ill., accompanied by Scout Commissioner L. J. Barger, recently went on a tour of inspection through the yards of the “Big Four” railroad system. The chief car foreman, John Marvel, conducted the tour. The boys visited J. J. Skinner, chief dispatcher of the division, and were shown the large charts which indicate just where the trains are running all along the lines, and began to realize the multi- tude of cares and responsibilities which rest upon dispatchers. Several of the patrol leaders were given turns at the telephone to listen to the dis- patching of the trains. Roundhouse Foreman Bair gave them permis- sion to go through the roundhouse, where they clambered over, under and into the great engines, were given a ride on the turntable and saw the many improvements being made there. The Scouts also saw a demonstration of the big wrecking der- rick. The officials arranged to have the boys go back to town by a special train and before they left the Scouts cngeesnes their appreciation of the courtesies shown them by sending up hearty cheers for Mr. Marvel, Mr. Skinner and all the officials who had welcomed them and shown them around. Field Days and Exhibitions A monster field day was recently held at Glen Forest, near Lawrence, Mass. A long program, including exhibitions of all sorts of Scoutcraft, was carried through very successfully. Boys from Lowell, Chelmsford, North Andover, Andover and other neighboring towns took part in the program. The demonstration gave the Scouts of Lawrence a good impetus of the coming year. ... The first annual field day of the Boy Scouts of America in Columbia, Pa., was held the latter part of October. The Columbia Scouts competed against boys from York, Lancaster, Marietta and Kellam. The home team won the trophy, a beautiful silver loving cup. . . . A very interesting exhibition was Gren by the Boy Scouts of America in Pas- saic, N. J. Mayor George N. Segar spoke briefly to the boys and complimented them on their inter- esting program. He remarked that he believed the law of consideration and the law of service two of the most vital laws for boys. The exhibition included Scout activities such as signaling, stretcher drill, tower building, etc. . . . roop 85 of Philadelphia recently celebrated its second anni- versary by an entertainment which included dumb- bell drill, tableau, first aid work and speeches. A cup was presented to the best patrol and two medals to the most efficient Scouts in the troop. Lonesome Corner Scouts Troop No. 7 of San Diego,. Cal., is anxious to 2 correspond with ‘“‘the most northeasterly troop in Maine, the most northwesterly troop in Washing- ton and the most southeasterly troop in Florida.” This will bring together the four corners of the organization. he Scout scribe to whom the letter should be addressed is Samuel Dows. The Tiger Patrol of Stockton, Cal., is anxious to_correspond with any other troop or patrol. In sending communications to the above, address them Care Boys’ Lirz, 200 Fifth Ave., New York. Scouts Find Three Lost Men When Charles E. Trevett of Gloversville, N. Y., had been missing for two days from his home and the police had been unable to find him, Boy Scouts, in charge of Scout Master R. D. Morse, set to work at once on territory assigned to them and canvassed every inch of the ground. In a swamp one of them, Scout Ralph DeRose, came upon the missing man exhausted from his wan- dering. DeRose signaled his Scout Master, who helped him in giving first aid, and they then called the police. The man recovered from his long ex- — and his family were very grateful to the OYS, The police force stated at the end of the search that the lads were better adapted to the work than men, as they covered more territory and they did their work more thoroughly than the average man would Two teachers in the Roslyn (Wash.) High School were lost on the mountains for two days, re- cently. Three searching parties of Boy Scouts and a sheriff's posse were organized to _ hunt for them. The Boy Scouts under Rev. Palmer reached the lost men first and brought them safely back to town. A Scout cabin in the winter woods, where Troop 26, of Kansas City, Kan., has enjoy- able times. Photo by Scout Master G. M. Holt. Watch Your Youth! A THOUGHT FOR THE NEW YEAR. Bacon has said: “A man that is young in years may be old in hours, if he have lost no time.” Live for all you are worth. Take ad- vantage of every minute given you by the Creator. Youth is a wonderful thing. Many a king has yearned for its pleasures and its opportunities. -Live while you are young. Keep your chin up and go straight ahead for a “goal.” Get out in God’s great ex- panse now and then, breathe in its invigor- ating ozone. Learn to use your youth, for if you don’t, it- passes on, never to return—un- mindful of your sorrow and remorse. To- day will never dawn again. Take advan- tage of the lessons that others have learned by hard work. Stick to the highway, with your head up, run your own craft and with your hands on the pilot wheel make “ your best” your destination. It is in youth that your character is formed. Watch it, don’t let it be talked about. Face the world, eye to eye, choose your companions and friends carefully, for, says Adams, “‘Character is the sum total, worth while of what a man has after he has won all and the sole thing he has after he has lost all.” You have youth, be careful of it. —Charles B. Taylor. For Patrol Leaders Troop No. 3 of Buffalo, N. Y., has worked out a@ set of personal rules for patrol leaders which every patrol leader in the country would do well to study and adopt. They are as follows: 1. I will be punctual and regular in my attend- nce. 2. I will keep track of my patrol and have them regular. 8. My patrol will always be in order. 4. I shall endeavor to lead and_ not drive. 5. . | patrol will know that I will- stand by them through thick and thin whenever they are in the right. 6. I will not use my authority for show or per- sonal advantage. % 7. My Scouts are good Scouts, but I will try and help them to be better Scouts. 8. My leadership depends upon my popularity and my popularity is in proportion to my interest in my Scouts. 9. A good Scout will command the respect of every real Scout. 10. I must, therefore, try to be a model Scout in order to be a good and helpful leader. How He Earned His Quarter Scout Master James N. Robinson, Troop 1, Ful- ton, N. Y., asked each of his Scouts to write an ac- count of how he earned the 25 cents paid as Scout dues under the new membership plan. Scout Leon Foster, who is only 12 years old, wrote his account in verse, as follows: When I rise at seven o’clock each day; My mother’s errands I do without pay; Then to school I go with the rest of the boys, And am not very careful about making a noise. There lives a widow on Rochester street, That wanted a boy that did his work neat; So she wanted me her furnace to tend, And my willing hands I was glad to lend. Now Mrs. Stevens insisted on pay, So much each week, or so much each day; I have tried to be prompt and never to loiter, And that’s the way I earned my quarter. Interesting Things Scouts Do A THANKSGIVING STUNT—The Boy Scouts of, the Flying -Eagle patrol, Troop 1, Kansas City, Mo., gat ered a large quantity of walnuts and sold them. With the proceeds they furnish Thanksgiving dinners for several poor families of the city. SCOUT BUGLER HONORED—In an election held by a camp of Confederate veterans the old soldiers for the first time on record went out- side their own ranks for a bugler, electing Manly McWilliams, a Boy Scout of Dalton, Ga. Manly is a grandson of a veteran and a member of the Dalton drum and bugle patrol of Scouts. CUP FOR BEST TROOP IN CITY—The Balti- more News has offered a loving cup as a prize to the Troop of Boy Scouts of America that makes the best aecing, in all-around activities the next few months. The cup will be awarded at the end of each month and will be held by the Troop that wins it twice in succession. SCOUTS “DINE” THEIR FATHERS—Thirty members of Troop 10 of the Boy Scouts of America in Paterson, N. J., gave a dinner to their fathers in the room of the Lake View Presbyterian Church. f GETTYSBURG PICTURES SHOWN—The ex- hibition of nearly 200 pictures of Scout activi- ties at Gettysburg was the feature of a recent ‘meeting for the members of Troop 10 of Wash- ington, D.C. These were shown by Scout Master Pirtle in a mirrorscope. PARADE FLAG FROM W. C. T. U.—The Women’s Relief Corps of Rock Rapids, Ia., re- cently presented the Boy Scouts of the place with a beautiful parade flag. The Scouts gave for the benefit of their guests an entertain- ' ment and demonstration of Stoutcraft, and their Scout Master, the Rev. Amos A. Burr, gave a talk on Scoutcraft. NEW HAVEN SCOUTS GRIDIRON CHAM- PIONS—The New Haven Boy Scouts developed (Continued on page 23.) 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20 BOYS’ LIFE January, 1914 The Chief Scout Tells of a Camp Initiation P FIRFE How “Hot-Air” Got a New and Honorable Name By ERNEST THOMPSON SETON Chief Scout, Boy Scouts of America E was “Tom” when he came into camp, but “ we soon fixed that up,” as the fellows said. Tom was fat, ruddy, noisy and impu- dent. There is an Indian lodge rule that he hadn’t learned: “Keep silence before your elders, and speak softly when spoken to.” Although a perfect stranger, and one of the younger fellows, Tom burst into camp, one day. with a loud “Hello, Chumps! what are you all looking so sad for? Bet I'l! stir ye up!” All day long he kept it up; ridiculing everybody up to the danger point. One fellow was going off in a canoe, when Tom shouted: “Say, you lobster! le’ me show you how! Jackass! That ain’t the way!” The answer he got was, “ Mind your own business.” This was a bigger fellow, so Tom went off to a safe distance and shouted out derisive remarks. Then he found a new field of exploit. A very small boy had just carried a bucket of water up the hill from the spring. Tom thought it a fine joke to upset the water, but grumbled and com- plained when he had to bring two more buckets to replace it. He tormented the very small boys; threw stones at birds; sassed the big boys, and talked and bragged, till everyone, even Tom’s own brother, was disgusted with him. That night, out to Tom: “Say, you gasometer! we all concluded that you have distinguished yourself to- day, so we are going to give you a name. On behalf of this Council, I proclaim your name to be ‘ Wissa-nodin,’ which means ‘Hot-air, and your initiation will begin * supper, the Chief called to-night.” “Darn you! you better not call me names! I’ll—I’ll—” But he didn’t finish; he was jerked backward by two fellows, and a bucket of cold water was held over him, “Now, one more sass word, and you get it!” So Tom shut up; but, as soon as re- leased, he began grumbling to the fellow next him, and was told he was a “ gas- bag” and “a little coward.” This made him break out again: “I am not a coward! You can’t scare me, if ye are bigger!” Then the Chief said: “Say, Hot-air-Wissa-nodin, we are go- ing to initiate you to-night, and since yours is an unusual case, you'll get the tenth degree! You say you can’t be scared.” “Yes, I did. You fellers is a lot of big bullies, but yer can’t scare me!” “You are very brave, then?” “Yes, I am.” “How would you like to go out, to- night, and meet the Bear?” “Yes, I’ll go,” was the scornful reply; “ye can’t scare me with any fake bear!” Now another fellow interposed: “No, no; he’s too young! Don’t do that; that’s serious.” “'He said he wasn’t scared,” replied the Chief. “Yes, but make allowance for a fool. I know J shouldn’t like to meet that Bear.” “You said you’d go, Wissa-nodin?” said the Chief. “ Y—y—yes—l’ll—yes, I’ll go,” said Hot- air, without visible enthusiasm. “All right; we’ll send you about mid- night.” Wissa-nodin was ignored now, and other things talked of. Casually, one fellow asked: “Is there really a bear ’round here now? I thought it was shot last spring.” “Not much, it was,” said one. And another: “Sure! why Hogan’s calf was killed just yesterday, and he’s bound to come this way again for a meal to- night.” “Not for me!” said a very big fellow. “T don’t mind going to the Graveyard for my initiation; that’s only fun—but a bear that kills calves is getting too close to home.” “T wouldn’t mind going if I had a rifle,” said a third. “What! at night?” “Oh, no; I didn’t know it was to be at night,” was the reply of the brave one. “ Nixy!” All evening the conversation turned on bears. All of it was in the hearing of Wissa-nodin; and as the woods darkened about them, the last remnant of his courage oozed out among the firewood. The little fellows were sent to bed, but Wissa-nodin was told to sit by the fire and wait till his turn came. The fellows low- ered their voices to hoarse whispers as they told of a previous Scout who went to meet the bear and never was seen again. “Only some grease-spots on a log, and a shoe, remained to tell the tale.” Silence stole over the group. Then a long, distressing bellow came _ echoing through the woods, followed by another of shorter length. “What's that?” The fellows faced each other, wild-eyed and scared. “That’s not a bear; it’s a calf. I’ll bet the bear is trying to catch him,” said one. There was no use denying that; it was clear to everyone. Wissa-nodin had not spoken for some time; now he was too scared to make a sound. Then one of the Council said in a hoarse whisper : “Say, you fellows; this is no joke! I wouldn’t go out there to-night, in the black woods, for a farm. It ain’t fair to send that greasy little fool of a kid out there. You know perfectly well he’ll never come back.” “That’s all right,’ replied the Chief; “he’s been telling us all day how brave he was, and he wanted to meet that bear. I guess it’s up to him. Now, sonny, you start in five minutes.” Hot-air was speechless, down onto his log. A long, distressing wail came from the woods. It gave everyone a funny feeling in the hair. “Now, you gasometer,” said the Chief, “get up and meet your fate! Here are two pieces of chalk, one for each hand. If he grabs your right arm, use the leit, and chalk him on the head. Then, next time we see the bear, we'll know what happened. Have you any word for your parents? Your brother’ll tend to your things. Now we'll see how bravely you can face death!” “ J—I—I—I—won’t—go!” Then Wissa- nodin broke down in a wild torrent of weeps and wails: “ Ma—mamma—mamma —Oh, mamma! I want to go home!” he gasped out, in broken, bubbly sobs. His surrender was complete, so one of the fellows was sent out to call in the bear. It was Wissa-nodin’s own brother. Thus the first lesson was administered. © Next day they gave him a milder initia- tion, and whenever he seemed to balk, or was too ready to talk, some fellow would growl like a bear or bleat like a calf, and Wissa-nodin was reduced to a_ sulky silence. They were all week initiating him; they gave him the tenth degree, and when they had him scorched in these many trials, he had learned two things, at least: to mind his own business and to hold his tongue. Later, when he returned home, his father remarked a great change for the better, and even his fond mother admitted that Tom’s manners were improved by recent experiences. In the next camp, that season, the im- provement continued, and he gave promise of becoming quite a decent fellow. He was a very plump boy, and consequently had soon developed into a good swimmer, but this was the only department in which he excelled. One day a canoe upset and the occupant was in danger of drowning, but a Scout on shore plunged in and brought back safely the unlucky canoeman. “Who saved him?” was the cry from those farther back, and the astounding answer from the front was the single word, “ Hot-air.” He had been gaining in public esteem ever since he learned to keep his mouth shut; but still the ugly name “ Hot-air” had stuck to him and galled him every day. Now, however, he saw his chance. Encouraged by general praise, and par- ticularly by the Chief slapping him on the back like a brother, he said: “Say now, Deerfoot, won’t you help me out? Haven't I won a better name than ‘ Hot-air?’ You will, won’t ye?” “You bet I will!” was the cordial reply. So that night, in Grand Council, they performed the great ceremony. They burnt the horrible nickname. He has never heard it since. And, if you go in that camp and wish to find him, you can find him by the name of Tom, but there are two or three Toms, and so you better ask for Shingebis—the Diver — the Strongheart-at-home-on-the- Lake; and anyone will point him out. and cowered

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“Ss beth Se mh OSS wrt = 2S SS a we 6G ee 7S Dan Beard Tells How to Make a Pushmobile A Pleasant Winter Occupation Which Means Fun in the Spring THs is the second and concluding part of a clear and simple explanation of 2 how to make a “pushmobile’’—a boy-power auto—written especially for Boys’ LiFe readers by Dan Beard, master handi- craftsman. You can obtain the December number, containing the first part of these direc- tions, at your newsdealer’s, or by sending ten cents to the office of Boys’ Lire, 200 Fifth Avenue, New York. A FINE PRIZE-—-See announcement at end of this article. By Dan Beard N the December Boys’ Lire I explained | the making of most of the frame- work of a pushmobile, and now come to the parts connected with the steering gear. Fig. 8, on this page, shows perspective view of the automobile looking from the back or stern towards the front or bow. Fig. 9 shows the front, and also shows the arrangement of the fifth wheel and axle. Take a piece of board 7x7 inches, saw off the corners as shown by L, kig. 11. Make a duplicate piece of the fifth wheel or washer. Cut a notch out of the center of the front axle, as shown in Figs. 9 and 11, and fit one L piece in the notch; screw it firmly to the axle, bore a hole through the center of both L pieces and the axle to admit the king bolt, which is all that holds the board to the front axle. To make the spool Y, Fig. 11, take two pieces of board each 5x6 inches, cut off the corners as you did with L, then with your jack-knife round off the corners so that they will be circular in form. Now then make another piece in the same manner that you did these last two, but let this piece be 4 inches in diameter. Fasten the three pieces together and you have the spool Y shown in Fig. 11. For a steering gear use a piece of monkey chain, L, Fig. 14. Loop this monkey chain around the spool in the man- ner shown by K, Fig. 10, then in the cen- ter of the chain and the top of the spool put a screw through the chain as shown at Y, Fig. 11. The shaft of course runs through the center of the spool and must fit in the spool so firmly and compactly that the spool will not turn upon the shaft but turn with the shaft. The steering wheel is made of any wooden wagon wheel and, where necessary, it is braced by an iron rod wired to the spokes as shown in Fig. 12. The shaft of the steering wheel runs through a hole in the cooler, as may be seen at X in Fig. 8. This holds the shaft in place when the other end is put into a hole in a block just back of the king bolt, Fig. 15. lets of screw eyes, as shown in Fig. 11, and the ends fastened to the axle, every turn of the wheel will pull the axle to the right or left and thus guide the machine. The cooler, or box in the front, is made with a framework of wood, as may be seen in Fig. 8, and this frame- work of wood is covered over with sheet iron, tin or painted canvas. In the sides of this cover 8% inches from the front, a slot must be cut 7% inches high, 7% inches wide at the bot- tom, to admit the wheel when the axle swings to the right or left (Fig. 5). _The cover itself can be made 15 inches high at the bow and 16% inches at the stern end. The picture at the beginning of this ar- ticle shows a pushmobile built on the lines — Now, when the chain of the one here described. It won a silver is run through two eye- cup in a race. As ‘ mM THE FLOCKS FROM HER ENO PA a leted tdng IRON ROD WIRED TO SPOK “> . XRAY Sewor BOX SHOWING STEEL ING GEAR i Pushmobilists, Go After This Prize Send to Boys’ Lire a clear photograph of a push- mobile built by yourself (alone or with your com- panions) according to Mr. Beard’s instructions, and tell also in 200 words how you did it. The picture and the account will be submitted to Mr. Beard, who has kindly offered to examined them ont pick the one that most nearly carries out his plans. To the boy who made this one Boys’ Lire offers a choice of any one of the five following books written by Mr. Beard: THE FIELD AND FOREST HANDY BOOK; or, New Ideas for Out of Doors. THE JACK OF ALL TRADES; or, New Ideas for American Boys. THE OUTDOOR HANDY BOOK. For Play- ground, Field and Forest. THE AMERICAN BOY’S HANDY BOOK; or, What To Do and How To Do It. BOATING AND BOAT-BUILDING. A Book for Sailors or Land-lubbers. Nots.—This offer expires March 1, next. SmitH: Why don’t you like the new boy Robinson? Jones: Well, he’s the sort of boy to smack you on the back before your face and hit you in the eye behind your back. 21 Was He a Fool? There was a half-witted youth in Bridge- town to whom the neighboring farmers liked to offer a penny and a nickel. Gathered about him in a circle on mar- ket day, the farmers, one after the other, would say: “ Now, which’ll yer have, Peter? Here’s a cent—here’s a nickel—take your choice.” And foolish Peter would invariably choose the cent rather than the nickel, and the farmers before such incredible foolishness would roar with laughter, and slap their legs noisily with their brown hands. .“ Peter,” a man said one day, “ why is it that you always take the cent instead of the nickel? ” Peter grinned a very cunning grin. “Suppose I took the nickel,” said he, si would I ever get a chance to take another one?

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22 BOYS’ LIFE January, 1914. Debatin for Bo S IRST Mr. Horton showed the natural need for debating, the every-day octurrences that call for clear thinking and II] Interesting Information About a Pleasant and Valuable Art By WILLIAM HORTON FOSTER and you start your own work, first always analyze your question and find its starting point, which in any argu- ment lies in the real or alleged existence of a human need. Certain evils are said to exist. The first step is to prove or dis- prove the existence of these evils. If they are shown to be facts, the first step in the argument is to show that a certain remedy will remove the evils. Let us assume that the general question of Conservation is prominent in the thought of your troop and you have de- cided to discuss it in your debates. Your Scout life has kept you so much in the open, and Scoutcraft has so much to do with forestry, that the whole subject is of interest to you. Besides, you realize that it is a question which really affects many public interests. When you have decided to consider the conservation of forests alone, for exam- ple, you have at once removed much which would otherwise have rendered your load heavy; you need not consider water power or coal fields or minerals of any kind and a host of such matters which, under the general topic, would have had an equal claim for attention. You must next inquire what is really meant by conservation, why forests should be “conserved,” why they should be pro- tected. Is there an evil which this form of conservation will remove? This is the starting point of your argument; for, un- less someone is complaining, or ought to complain, there is no need of discussing the matter at all. You will, therefore, first find out if anyone is complaining of evils growing out of the government’s policy towards its forests; or, if people are not complaining particularly, will the policy now enforced be likely to produce condi- tions which will work hardships and pro- duce complaints? On the other hand, will these results happen if the present policy of the government is not followed? The starting point is found in some need which should be remedied. After you have fixed your starting point, you next define all doubtful terms. In a sense, you mark out the channels for your debate when you do this, for your argu- ment will flow steadily and unhampered if in the beginning you clear away any de- bris of misunderstood expressions. For example, if your question is: “Re- solved, That the present policy of the United States toward forest conservation should be strengthened,” you would first define forests, then conservation, then the A FTER the preliminaries are arranged policy of the United States toward it, and - finally what you meant by “strengthened.” Unless you defined “forests,” for exam- ple, you might be talking of a white-pine forest in Idaho, your opponent might have in mind some cut-over forests in Maine and their reforestration, and your audi- ence and judges have still other tracts in mind. You may think it makes no differ- ence what kind of forest is meant, what particular tracts of timber are understood, and if so, all right; only say so in your definition. Make it clear just what you are talking about, an Idaho or Maine or North Carolina forest, or all forests gen- erally. conservation will of next follow, then your definition of the Your definition policy of the government toward it. This will be found by considering the actual law on conservation and its enforcement and interpretation by the officials of the government administering that law. Final- ly you will explain and define what you mean by “strengthen.” You see, all such terms clearly defined are a long step ahead in your argument, and indeed will often constitute the major part of the argument. After you have determined your starting point and defined your terms, the next step is what is technically termed “the clash of arguments.” This means a careful balanc- ing over against each other of the leading arguments on both sides of the question. Be sure you have both sides. It is even more important to know the strong sides of your opponent’s case and be prepared to meet them than to know your own. It was frequently remarked of Lincoln in de- bate that he summed up his opponent’s case better than the opponent himself did. On your question: “Resolved, That the policy of the United States Government toward conservation of forests should be strengthened,” the clash of arguments would follow some such form as this: AFFIRMATIVE CON- NEGATIVE CON- TFENTIONS. TENTION. 1. Conservation is nec- 1. Conservation is un- essary: necessary: a. Without it the a. By an_ unlimited great lumber deal- settlement upon ers would control and barter in tim- the timber of the ber tracts, enter- country and in- prise is encouraged, crease its price. individuals and communities are financially bene- fited. b. To secure proper b. The question of supply of rain. actual rainfall has been largely super- seded by irrigation and other water control The re- lation of rainfall to vegetation is uncertain anyway. . Lumber may be im- ported; the use of concrete, iron and the like are super- seding it. oO To insure an ade- quate supply of lumber. ° 2. The present policy of conservation needs no additional strength because: Its ——_ work hardships upon in- nocent persons. 2. The present policy of conservation is in- sufficient because: rt) » -The present penal- ties do not secure proper respect and b.So much land is obedience. now withdrawn b. The territory now from _ settlement covered by the law under these laws is not sufficient to determine whether it should be gen- erally applied. c. The that worthy citizens are unable to se- cure homesteads. . These officials are now often intoler- ant and overbear- ie] present offi- cials charged with ing. To increase the enforcement of their authority the law have in- would intensify this and tend to create a permanent official class,which is opposedsto the spirit of democ- racy. sufficient funds and authority and in some cases are negligent or cor- rupt or both. I do not pretend to have stated all the arguments pro and con on this question. I have simply illustrated a useful: method of arranging them in your own prepara- tion. As you balance them, one against the good expression. In the December BOYS’ LIFE the different sorts of discussions were taken ub. Contention is simply one- sided ‘ jaw,” persuasion has the element of appeal to instinct or emotion, but argument looks at both sides and endeavors to con- vince. Then, to come to the debate itself, the important thing is the question. Avoid subjects which are impossible to prove, one way or the other, or are questions of per- sonal tastes, or are too vague. Then limit the question you have chosen, leave no opening for misunderstanding or confusion of terms. Settle the issue clearly, bar out all unnecessary material and then state your questicn—end start in. This instalment gives the real essence of the debate itself. It is a splendid analysis of a well-arranged argument, and you can- not fatl to be fascinated by the possibilities it opens up. Se S&S =a other, you will see that some are important and vitally affect the main question; while others are comparatively unimportant and may be admitted or dismissed as trivial or entirely unrelated. Don’t waste your time in seeking to re- fute that which you can’t refute and which is not vital, anyway. Your opponent will have a decided advantage over you when he shows the weakness of your attempt and your main argument will surely suffer. A careful analysis will, many times, pre- —_ just that trouble; and, on the other hand, your opponent may carefully prepare himself to prove some proposition which you are perfectly willing to admit if you have anticipated his position and are pre- pared to show that it does not affect your main case. a Poo NSS So — Mais —— THE VITAL ISSUES All these various steps in analysis are essential to good debating and you have now come to the last, the statement of the special issues. You have seen where the question originated, you have defined its terms, you have put yourself in the place of the other man and know what he will say, you have excluded all non-essential matter, and you should now have left the real heart of the question, the actual prop- osition you are to debate. But all this pre- liminary work is most important—if you have well considered all these steps, you have your debate half won, In your introductory statement, you will give enough of your analysis to show why you present the points you select as essen- tial. You need not state every step; in fact, in your formal speech, you should not let the machinery be too much in evidence, but in your preliminary work you cannot safely omit one. So far everything has been preliminary, but you are now ready to build up your actual constructive argument. In your presentation of the conservation question, for instance, you will mass your facts and arguments about the essential points which are left for debate. You will not simply talk about the propositions. You will remember that each point must be proved. You will get not simply opinions of someone else upon the question: you will get facts. For instance, in the ques- tion of the ownership of timber tracts, a part of the conservation problem. it will not be enough to cite what someone thinks about it, but get the actual number of acres owned by corporations. Then show the re- lation of any of these corporations to one another as tending to prove an ownership of these lands by onc group. Not opinions, not theories, but facts are what win de- bates. After you have established your facts, then apply your own theory to those facts and give your reasons for such theory. (Continued in the February Boys’ Lire.) .

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8 li | + eo YN Fe me Sa Ww "Ye January, 1914. BOYS’ LIFE 23 Interesting Things Scouts Do (Continued from page 19) 1 speedy football team which won the Boy Scout football championship of the State of Connecti- cut. The last game played was the one between Southington and New Haven and was by far he most exciting of the series) New Haven won yy six to nothing TWO VIRGINIA SCOUTS KILLED — The Salem (Va.). Boy Scouts as well as the whole -ommunity were deeply shocked and saddened when two of the Scouts—Gordon Hix and Berry Crawford—were crushed to death by a street car on the main street of the town. The Scouts were riding a pony which became unruly and ran in front of the car. The Troop attended the funeral in a body and acted as pallbearers. QUELL A FOREST FIRE—Fifteen Boy Scouts of the Market Street Mission Troop of Morris- town, N. J., showed great ability and bravery in dealing with a forest fire near th town. After the tussel with the flames they built two camp fires and .cooked their dinner as calml as if fire fighting were an every-day affair with them. Rev. Thomas B. Ironside is their Scout Master. GOOD TURN FOR THEIR SCOUT MASTER— When the ranch which belonged to their Scout Master, J. G. Brenizer, near Broken Bow, Neb., was destroyed by a hurricane, the Boy Scouts on their own initiative hiked out to the ranch to help clean up the wreckage. They carried water for the men who were working, helped the “boss Scout’ do the cooking, and served dinner to the men in the school house, which they swept out clean before leaving it. Every one of them brought not only his own food but a good surplus in case he could help out some one who had not brought his own supply. TO PRINT A CHURCH PAPER—Boy Scouts in Marseilles, Ill, have organized a stock print- ing company to publish a church newspaper and do any other work which the church needs. The Congregational church is building a new edifice and the plant will be located at the new church. CAIRO CARNIVAL ELABORATE—The sec- ond annual carnival held by the Boy Scouts of Cairo, Ill., was an elaborate affair. Among the features were a Zuzu Band, the Dixie Minstrels, the Art Gallery, the Hall of Fame, Wizards from India, the Cherry-Colored Cat, the South Pole and Palace of Sweet-eats (both refresh- ment booths), a moving picture show and a ‘Fish Lake.” Before the carnival the per- formers held a parade through the streets. SCOUT MOTORBOAT FOR “ RIVER HIKES” —Under the leadership of Charles Brooke, Troop 3 of Birdsboro, Pa., had a most enjoyable sum- mer, alternating between land and water activi- ties. The Scout motorboat did good service in the canal of the School River near Birdsboro, and every other week-end it was used to take long “river hikes” either sixty miles down to Philadelphia or forty miles up the river to Port Clinton and the coal regions. BUFFALO TROOPS AFTER TROPHY—AIl the Boy Scouts of Buffalo, N +» are excitedly engaged in the Hamlin Trophy contest, which started November 1 and closes April 1. Monthly reports are to be handed in and the points gained will be considered in relation to the number of boys in the troop. Every depart- ment of Scouting is recognized in the list. IF BOYS RAN THE SCHOOLS—A unique meeting was veceney held by the Boy Scouts of Burlington, N. J., when the members con- vened as a municipal “ Board of Education.” They discussed what they would do if they were running the schools, and they decided that they would build a trade and agricultural school as an annex to the present high school, that they would provide a swimming pool and compulsory swimming education in the gram- mar and high schools, that they would estab- lish a playground under proper supervision. A THOUGHTFUL SCOUT—There is one old lady in Buffalo, N. Y., who will always remem- ber the Scouts kindly. Recently she was downtown shopping and became greatly fa- tigued, and a Scout who was passing noticed her distress and escorted her to her home. Upon being asked his name he said that he preferred not to tell it as that as contrary to the Boy Scouts’ principles. } A Troop’s Grand Good Turn In the Scout Bulletin, issued monthly by the Kansas City headquarters, appears this interesting and significant item: ‘Troop 6 is living the Thanksgiving Spirit the year around, They are taking care of an aged lady, keeping her place in repair, buying her coal for her and doing all in their power to make this world a good place for the old lady to live in. A visit by a patrol of the troop brings cheer into a life that otherwise would be barren. Congratu- lations, Troop Six, for showing us the true good- turn spirit.” DAYS FREE TRIAL =": il , D any place in the United States without a cent advance, a allow ten days free trial from the day you receive it. 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A Boy’s Electric Signal Outfit Scout Mangam Tells How He Made an Apparatus That ‘‘Sends’’ SCOUT Eliott cia Brook- FST ¢ CL 455 , has made, from his own design, a night” 4 apparatus for sending by Myer code, and has used it successfully. He has a box for a base in which he has two “ send- e ers”’ resembling reg- ular telegraph keys, a jointed mast which holds two electric light bulbs, one white and one red, the light from these being strengthened and dt- rected by means of % small cones. Messages ‘ are sent by pressing ; the keys which flash either the red or the white light, the red light equaling one, and the white equal- ing two, and both to- gether equaling three. Inside the box above the keys is a little light which shines only within the box, this being used to read written messages in sending. Dry bat- teries are used. The signals can be seen four or five blocks away on a dark night if ordinary small electric bulbs are used, and nearly three-quarters of a mile if small tung- stens are used. The whole outfit was made by Scout Mangam, and can be made by any other boy for about $2.00, even counting on the best bulbs. Scout Mangam has written for Boys’ Lire a detailed explanation of the way in which he made his apparatus, and it is published herewith so bovs everywhere can do likewise. SCOUT MANGAM AND HIS APPARATUS a Eliott "> ae FIRST CLASS SCOUT The first thing to do is to procure a small box and two small brass hinges, to- gether with quarter-inch wood screws for the hinges and other parts where they are needed. Fasten the hinges as in Fig. 1, bracing the lid with a length of fine chain or some cord held by tacks. Then take a piece of light tin three inches wide and two inches longer than the width of the bottom of the box and cut one end as shown in A, Fig. 2. Bend it as in B, Fig. 2, over a half inch dowel. Punch three holes in the sides and one in the little tab at the end, with a large wire nail. Find the center of the box bottom and nail the piece in place so the end will lap over the side A. Bend this down and fasten as in C, Fig. 2. Use quarter-inch wire brads only. In Fig. 3 the different -parts are desig- nated so the reader will not be in doubt as to which side is meant. Now take another piece of light tin (which you can get at a near-by tinner’s in sheets) and cut a piece across one end three inches wide. Take this and, with the help of a light hammer or, better still, a vise, wrap it around a_ half-inch dowel as in A, Fig. 4. Cut it off, allowing a lap of one-quarter of an inch and solder it fast. If you have no tin snips and cannot solder, it is advisable to take these direc- tions to a near-by tinner’s and have him make these parts, which will not cost much Distances at Night Long SCOUT and will be neatly done. Make three of these tubes of tin. Cut a dowel into four pieces, each nine inches long, and put a brad into the side of three of them, one inch and a half from one end. Then cut a piece half as long as the depth of the socket and put it in the socket, securing it with a brad driven through the tin of the socket. After this has been done put a screw-eye in each corner of the box bottom, allowing it to project a little more than the socket. is to make the box stand up without bear- ing on the socket. 24 This 5 MANGAM’S DESIGNS FOR MAKING THE APPARATUS. Now take the fourth piece of dowel and bore a hole in one end an eighth of an inch in diameter and as deep as the bit is long. Put a small screw-eye in the side one-half an inch from the end. Take a piece of medium thick sheet cop- per and cut two strips three-quarters of an inch wide and five inches long. Then shape them as shown in A, Fig. 5, and bend as in the side view B, Fig. 5. Bore an eighth of an inch hole at a, b, c, C, Fig. Now get a small spool and fill the hole with a wooden plug, then cut it in half (Continued on page 32.)

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TRY TUPIBLING More Gymnastic Stunts Which You Can Practice With Pleasure at Home OR any kind of somersault you must F be able to jump very cleanly. The first step then in learning a “ back” is to learn the proper jump for it. Stand at attention, feet not more than twelve inches apart, raise both arms above the head. This is the first movement. Count “ one.” The next movement is to swing the arms quickly down, at the same ¢ime sink, bend the knees more than the shoulders, and count “two.” Movement three is to spring into the air, not stiffly, bring your knees up to your chest, keeping the head up, and clasping the hands in front of the knees, and, of course, round them. Practise this until you can jump with ease at least two feet six inches into space. When proficient, try shooting the arms forward over the knees and touching the toes with the finger tips, a, somewhat dif- ficult trick. Try also to come down as lightly and as upright as you can, without bending the knees too much. Remember that swinging the arms to and fro when making ready for a spring will NOT help in the least, only hinder. Bring the arms down once, and then spring. s STANDING BACK SOMERSAULT Now for the somersault. For this you will require the aid of two friends. Fasten a strong leather belt or strap round the waist, and attached to it, over each hip, have a strong metal ring, through which a strong rope is passed. Get one friend on each side of you to hold the rope, you standing in the middle. It will be as well now to get your chums just to lift you off the ground by the ropes to “take the weight.” When first going for a somersault, start from a slight rise, a firm box or stool not more than ten inches or a foot high will do. When you are ready to go through the movements described above: (1) Raise the arms; (2) sink; (3) spring into the air. Give a good spring, lift up with all your might with the shoulders and hips, at the same time pulling with the clasped hands on the knees. As your chums take the weight they will be able to help you over to some extent. Practise this thoroughly, and by degrees you will find yourself gradually dispens- ing with the aid of the rope. SOMERSAULT WARNINGS Never perform a_ somersault unless there be plenty of room; a boy wants at least six feet in height in which to turn. Be careful not to start under a clothes- line or anything of the sort, as you are very likely to catch your toes the line as you come over and aeaunih you know the rest. Again, always make up your mind what you are going to do before you start. Do not jump into space, and then all at once make up your mind that you will turn a somersault. Always decide before you leave the ground. A back somersault looks very effective when preceded by what is called a “ Round All,” which is a kind of “cart wheel.” Take a short run, slap the left hand down on the mat first, then the right about two feet in front of it. Then put the right and left feet down two feet in front of the right hand; by a twist you will alight on the feet facing the opposite direction to that from which you started. The “Drop Forward” somersault is in- teresting. In performing it, you stand on a table, or any firm pedestal about the height of a table, and jump outward and describe a forward somersault. The “Corkscrew” somersault is a “ Standing” forward, but you twist round sideways as you come over. A “Twister” is a “back,” and you twist round sideways as you come over. The actual success of a somersault de- pends upon the cleanness and quickness with which it is performed. It is not enough merely to learn the trick and noth- ing more, it must be done cleanly to be fully appreciated. A little slum child, says the London Weekly Telegraph, was enjoying his first glimpse of pastoral life. The setting sun was gilding the grass and roses of the old- fashioned garden, and on a little stool he sat beside the farmer’s wife, who was plucking a chicken. He watched the operation gravely for some time. Then he spoke: “ Do you take off their clothes every night, lady?”

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26 BOYS’ LIFE January, 1914. Bay Scours—ALL Boys —TrY 3 In ONE FREE ‘Attention!’ We want every Boy Scout and every other boy in America to give 3-in- One a good hard test, absolutely free. Write today for a generous free sample and the valuable free 3-in-One Dictionary. 3-in- One has been for over 17 years the leading bicycle oil. It makes all bearings run much easier and prevents wear—cuts out all dirt and never gums or clogs. It cleans and polishes, prevents rust on all metal parts. 3-in-One is also the best gun oil. It oils exactly right trigger, hammer, break joint— cleans and polishes barrels, inside and out; polishes the stock like new, too. Always use 3-in-One on your ice and roller skates, fishing reels, scroll saws, golf clubs, cameras and every tool you own. A few drops does the work. 3-in-One will keep your catcher’s gloves soft and lasting, also prevents rust on your catcher’s mask. 3-size bottles at all good stores: 10c, 25c and 50c. (The Write. for the free sample today. . 3-in-One Oil Co. D 42 ELB. Broadway, New York Fayette R. Plumb, Inc. Philadelphia Plumb “Anchor Brand” Tools Hammers, Hatchets, Axes, Sledges MAKERS OF THE OFFICIAL SCOUT AXE Strand Skis I am the largest manufacturer of skis in the country. My celebrated “Champion Skis” are used by nearly all expert skiers. Send cash with order and secure a 10% discount on prices quoted below: Norway Pine Birch ft...+. o-$1.85 [5 ft.....-. $2.00 «++ 160 | 6 . 2.60 2.26 | 7 8.00 9.50 | 7% ft -- 3.50 2.75 ff ee 4.00 We also make ash and hickory skis, as well as all ski accessories. Send for instructive and illustrated catalogue. Address Dept. C. MARTIN A. STRAND NEW RICHMOND WISCONSIN The Secret of the Sea (Continued from page 15.) ing Tad and the engineer with chill brine. Yet every hour brought Tad renewed hope. Across his mental picture of the North Pacific ran a great line—the line that marked the Japanese Current. “It is running always East,” he thought to him- self. “It makes as much as six knots an hour at times and that’s a hundred and fifty miles a day. That means we're going home, even if one can’t see any progress by either stars or sky ” As the long dreary hours passed Tad kept on think- ing about this. And as he pondered it he understood something of the _inevit- ableness of the laws of the sea. Winds might blow and gales rage across the wastes; and yet the great current steadily flowed on, carrying in its vast em- brace their little raft on and on, with ceaseless and uneven motion. Four days later Tad wakened the engineer, who was drowsing—he had been only half -conscious for fifty hours—with his shrunken hands dabbling in the wa- ter. “We're nearly home,” he said. “To-morrow we'll be right in the course of the steamers bound into Puget Sound.” Moore turned his gray, water-wrinkled face upward and opened his eyes. “Home?” he mumbled. “ How’s that?” Tad gazed out across the windswept sea. “We're going home,” he repeated. “ The current is sweeping us inshore. We can’t tell that we’re moving, but we are. We're six hundred miles closer to the Coast than when the Gull went down.” The afternoon sun burned in the West as they drank their last mouthful of water. The surges were running mountain-high, spitting into spume here or sinking into long, low windrows there. The scene was one of absolute and complete desolation. Tad felt that he could hold out but little longer. He knew that he must keep his mind on but one thing: the Japanese Cur- rent was still steadily bearing them on. Its irresistible force was carrying their lit- tle raft from the West to-the East, from the northern and icy expanse of the Pacific towards home. And the longer he mediated on this the more profoundly he understood the lesson that the sea teaches: patience and hope and faith. Patience to endure and hope that all will be well and faith in the enormous and divine force that rules this world and allows us to know a little of the laws un- der which it works. As he lay flat on the raft, peering into the swirling depths, on this fourth eve- ning, and saw the dull radiance of the set- ting sun, he knew that he had now found out the secret of the sea. He had heard men speak of it—his father had muttered it at times. It was the secret known only to those who, in sailors’ phrase, “use the ” “ DRANK THEIR LAST MOUTHFUL OF WATER.” “What it gives,” thought Tad, “it takes back. It gives strength and life and the power to live; and in the end it takes back these gifts. The sea is square. Its cur- rents run always the same. Its winds blow always according to law. It is just. It gave Captain Reynolds his living for years. It made him respected and contented. In the end it took him because the Gull was unseaworthy and unfitted for this voyage. But the engineer and I are here. The sea taught Captain Reynolds to be brave. So he saved our lives and went down himself, as a seaman should. Now the sea is taking us back home.” It was just dawn when Tad woke up and stared up at the huge side of a steamer which was rolling in the trough a hundred feet away. “It’s the President,” he said to himself. “Bound from San Francisco to Seattle. And now she’s going to pick us up.” Moore slowly opened his weary ey‘es. “Yes,” he said quietly. “ We're all right now. But how can they get us?” “Look!” said Tad. On the high fo’c’s’le head stood the black figure of a man. He held one arm above his head, with a coil of rope in it. He was yelling down to them. Tad stood up and waved his hand. The man’s arm swung thrice and then was out- flung. The coil slowly spun out and past Tad’s face swept the heaving weight that carried it. The line snapped across his shoulder. He grasped it and the raft top- pled to the sudden pull. Saved! Learning the secret of the sea, the boy had trusted its winds and currents. Home! For the sea had been “square” with Tad. * j— I] — =e =o fo QO wee =" CO hn ees ee eh ee

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January, 1914. BOYS’ LIFE 27 Tropic Smugglers (Continued from Page 10.) I led the way into the swamp, Joseph DeLong driving the prisoners. Piecing to- gether all the information I had gathered from the smugglers, I finally located what I judged to be the “third magnolia.” 1 turned my eyes upward, and there, high in the crotch of three stout branches, I saw what looked like a squirrel’s nest. I lost no time in climbing to it, and I came down with the heavy black package. Joseph DeLong took the package and unwound the black oil-cloth and discovered two cigar boxes. “These are also regularly stamped, you see—nothing wrong so far,” he said; but his eyes smacked for a feast in store. I saw the green stamp around the box, like any.other i’d ever seen. He pried up the lid and disclosed the rows of cigars. “Those are worth more than two for a quarter,” he said, smiling, as he put his hand in his pocket and fetched out what looked a hair brush of metallic bristles. But the bristles, I saw with wonder. were all sharp, steel needles. He laid one of the cigars on top of the box and pressed his needle-brush down upon it, perforating the cigar in innumer- able places—-so I learned it was thus he “spoiled the smokes.” “They’re there!” he said, giving me a pleased smile. He out with his knife and slit the cigar from end to end; then pry- ing it open with his thumbs, he held it to my eyes. “There they are!” he said, triumph shining in his face. I gazed on a row of large brilliants, glinting every color in the half-light of the swamp. “Diamonds!” I said, under my breath. “Yes.” he said, “and you can believe me; they’re all full of them.” He tried each cigar of the top row with his needle-brush, and pronounced them al! eo) with diamonds. So now I grasped it all. “We mustn’t let a single cigar get by us ”"—“ something like forty thousand ”— “T want to get those certain two boxes.” These were the things he’d said. And what a brilliant solution was this! With the help of the Florida cowboys we hastened our prisoners to town, where we surprised Tom Wasson, who became the object of dark looks from the four for his supposed failure to erect the right signal down on the key. He, for his part, was apparently dumbfounded to learn that his signal of “Danger” had not been heeded, and bewildered as well as to how his connection with the smugglers could have been discovered. There was a smile in this between Joseph DeLong and myself. [THe Enp.] Statement of the ownership, management, etc., of Boys’ Lirg, the Boy Scouts’ Magazine, published monthly at New York, N. Y., required by the Act of August 24, 1912—Editor, Walter P. McGuire, 200 Fifth Avenue, New York; managing editor, Walter P. McGuire, 200 Fifth Avenue, New York; business manager, Frank W. Leavitt, 200 Fifth venue, New York; publisher, Boy Scouts of America, James E. West, Chief Scout Executive. wners: Boy Scouts of America, 200 Fifth Ave- nue, New York, owners and publishers. Known bondholders, mortgages, and other security holder: holding 1 per cent. or more of total amount o bonds, mortgages, or other securities: None. Frank W. Leavitt, Business Manager. Sworn to and subscribed before me this 6th day of October, 19138. E. B. D. Linpgutst, Notary Public, New York County. (My commission expires March 30, 1914.) (Read the whole advertisement very carefully then fill out this coupon and mail tt to us.) “SCOUT! earn a _ by working with us” $ ; eh me You can get one of these motors es = | 9 by helping us to introduce them oe among people who own rowboats. We Don’t Ask You to Sel! We do that ourselves. All we want you to do is to send us the names and addresses of all the people who own rowboats or sail- ing yachts. EVERY NAME YOU SEND will be CREDITED to YOU and we will send you a COMMISSION COUPON for every Speedaway motor we sell to them. In this way you will soon earn a Speedaway for yourself. - Also, show this to your Scout Master and Patrol Leader and tell them to get all the Scouts interested so that you can have a Speedaway for your Scout Camp next summer, You Can Earn Money, Too. The Commission Coupons we send you will be paid either —— in money or credit toward a Speedaway, as we will explain when ig you answer this advertisement. What the Speedaway Is. The Speedaway is a complete gasoline engine and propeller, that you can carry like a satchel (weight 50 pounds) and easily attach to the stern of any rowboat, skiff or dingy» You fill the tank with gasoline, turn the crank wheel, and away you scoot at about eight miles an hour. No more rowing. Running at 1,200 revolutions per minute, this two-cycle engine develops two full horsepower, more than enough power and speed to send your boat just flying through the water. It has a bronze propeller and large bronze rudder surrounding the propeller in such a way as to shield it from the weeds. No tiller to keep your hand on—no ropes to pull. Just set the Speedaway tiller in the right notch to hold her against the wind—and forget it. Underwater Exhaust. Every Speedaway motor is built complete with underwater exhaust, and we give you a carrying bag without extra charge. You will want our catalogue to learn the complete story of the Speedaway. Send for it. If you want to belong to the Speedaway Patrol—use the Coupon. SPEEDAWAY BOAT ~ peedaway Rowboat Motor Speedaway Bont Motor Co., Freeport, Illinois Please send me enough blanks for about ipdneation names of owners of rowboats and yachts, as per your- offer in Boys’ Lrre. MOTOR COMPANY | For FREEPORT ILLINOIS Perr rrrerereerrreee re eeee eee eee eee) DID CHRISTMAS BRING YOU THE 1914 SCOUT DIARY? 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= os Se me ee ee ee ee ft Ss ofr a — ee ee ee ee? ee a -_— a = oS mh FT ew ma haw I mz 28 BOYS’ LIFE January, 1914. EVERY BOY’S LIBRARY | "#1 (Continued from page 10.) Ask s e iA The Offic dared not shoot. The great cat was within ec. OW Boy Scout ten feet of him—not looking back at the Master about these y ee dog—looking at him! : Seches he fnows how Edition The fraction of a second and it would . spring. ; good they are. The dog slipped from the log, plunging into the snow. As the lynx struck the end of his gun barrel, he pulled the trigger, and _Every boy may now have a the boy and cat fell off the log in a jumbled library of his own—a library of heap. Tom felt the beast’s claws rasp the finest books for boys ever down his leg as it gave one spasmodic kick issued. This library was made which drove it far from him. He got to up for the Boy Scouts of America his feet, and tried to pick his gun out of ——each cover bears their seal, the snow, but the cat never moved again. and each jacket has a handsome Logan came up with a rush and with Scout design in four colors and savage growls began worrying his dead Id. ts li * enemy. Even Elk grasped the dead beast, go! But this library is not il ‘Ad alone for Scouts; it is a library pulling and tugging. am came running for all bo ? around the end of the log. wad ys. 35 Get him? Did you shoot him? Is he Most of these books were sold at dead?” $1.00 and more, but now they are “The dogs are finishing him!” Tom an- ET eee swered. “ He’s too dead to make any noise now. If you want to read stories that are really good icki start to buy these books—there are twenty-five in he Gaus ah, eet A stn a ae all. Start now and some day you'll have a com- he had surmised. % sroved to be a te lete Every Boy’s Library, Boy Scout Edition. . Reh. “ P ’ lynx, locally known as a catamount, a very A few of the titles—complete list free large specimen, weighing at least fifty Pitching in a Pinch..s.......++ss0+++++Christy Mathewson pounds, perhaps more. Tom’s charge had College Years....... ceianailsanapaliai enema Ralph D. Paine torn one side of its head off. Baby Elton, Quarter-Back.......ss0ssss0 Leslie W. Quirk “He’s an old fighter,” the Indian de- Redney McGaw....ecsssees eeeeeeeeeeArthur E. McFarlane clared. “I tell you I wouldn’t have cared Cab and Caboose....cccsccesesecsccccscecseeeKitk Munroe to be inside that log with him. I think he would have whipped Logan, and it takes EVERY BOY’S LIBRARY o. /~. A do — But how are you, . : : oom ; om! eeling any better?” is published under the auspices of the National Council, Tom laughed, and his voice sounded nat- Boy Scouts of America. ural for the first time since Adam reached him. These books may be purchased wherever books are sold. “I’m feeling fit as a fiddle,” he declared. If there is no book store in your town, order through the —. a ae on Book Department, Boy Scouts of America, 200 Fifth Avenue, “We'll soon fix that. The log is afire New York, N. Y. at the other end. Listen to the blaze. The ’ BOY SCOUT fire will eat slowly — ey way, —_ it won't be long until this log is a regular EVERY BOY S LIBRARY EDITION bake oven. Come! We will crawl into this \. 4 end of the log—room enough for us and the dogs. We will stay until the heat drives us out and by that time you will be dry. Say! what is the matter with your leg? You are limping and your pants are torn. Get scratched?” A NEW KNIFE FOR BOYS ||\‘in ‘soit ern to first time. It was burning and smarting. ; Pulling his torn trousers aside, he felt a Patents pending. = few drops of blood. “Guess I did. We fell in a pile, and the cat got one swipe at me. It doesn’t amount to much, though.” On examination Adam found three claw- marks on Tom’s leg, the deepest one going into the flesh. He bound the cuts with his own handkerchief and Tom’s, and the lads crawled into the log, followed by the —_ The — —— their chilled imbs. Tom stretched himself luxuriously, It has all the tools contained in any Boy Scout’s Knife. feet toward the fire. ; AND, BESIDES, it has 2 COMPASS IN THE HANDLE, || ,, Theis, quarters being restricted, the lads which will guide you out of the woods, or to shore, if you are even the dogs were wedged in with them, caught out on the water at night or in a fog. eatin tee sua eat ie eae This knife can be purchased at 25,000 of the leading hardware stores in the United States. himself ready for business. $1.00 “T'd "4 oe seme — ae Price, postage paid, . e out you,” he said a few minutes ‘ater. : : was past walking and the wolves knew it. Warranted to give Absolute Satisfaction. Do you know the way home Adam?” 5 OT SEAS BITTER De “No. but Old Logan does,” said the I!n- Manufactured by CATTARAUGUS CUTLERY CO., LITTLE VALLEY, N.Y. dian boy. “We'll tie the rone to him and just follow where he leads.” a> ao em ah a> —_

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catia January, 1914. “= ee BOYS’ LIFE nstttnnd y rter of anh WMIDMLLLL : become too h our later the log had | SOLA TTT - h ot for them. Getting out LLL sone e too hot for th m Ge ing 1 EE and the clouds were breaking. All the | tracks they had previo , : bs p usly made were ob- ao yy on taking a course which either of the boys thought ¢ UIC or thin them straight home. Oddly ansri . . the was but a short two miles to the cabin though Adam must have traveled five wheri Stron i i gus treilieg ‘Tour “te a sng bodies—ready, steady Soon the boys were i ne ee : j slee i ‘ f zing the Indian cabin while omer =. - pee ag pasty. om, the “+ cl Oe comer ne a Keeping fit is a matter * oO bled _ In the morning Tom found his turkey > ae ee, eee om in the tree where By ot ome er eaten right. To get best results you en hundred yards from the house. And he must have good teeth and practice to we Bad ristmas dinner, just as he - ; * ne THE END. Good Teethkee In vit y lead P S ast, A “ on it Pa i i i me bout the ‘‘ Boys’ Life’’ Contests | / se — brushing your teeth reg- re. OW you boys delighted us with your i and hae oe ae | answers to ggg atin Ragu i true dentifrice, such as at’s rong With This Pic-| > ”? = 1c Z - eet pe day for the past five weeks y : se the desk of the Contest Editor has looked | J % as though someone had emptied a trunk j 0 up full of letter i pe y “ - oo Oe s Saet &. The November and} r contests have closed a y bay many boy's are the happier for - eae 3 entered ery for the next twelve months many of them y ifty will have Boys’ Lire coming to them to re- | had mind them of their keen eyesight and ob- servation, and others will have good book de- from “ Ev ’s Li ag — a very’ Boy’s Library. P pM iit ft A ; repared for almost half a centur ae who for one reaso h a igs by a Doct f D : r nm or another didn’t wi octor oO — the — subscription. Perhaps San ae , many of them thought they were entitled . to it, so we are going t i ; Boy i = to it, so we at g g to explain some of 30y Scouts should never be without aa y they failed. A great man one of th 1 i letters on the November puzzle stated woth Dr. Ly i. Th mane ey Se i aed 9 the place is very untidy, the tools on The powder is smooth et shou | be hun “ up jo d ons away, he deme | “ye in. ly were faults, but | 4 . es iii! “he _not have to do with the drawin y ie of —— for the good inhabitants of g gy wget wee Leesa te a ouses are careless. The wind seldom | - oe re — lar blows two ways, i. ca ca of the United States Army mr sagen pointing the wrong. way on 4 eg gO a Bein or : em, “se we don’t see many doors upside q oe See 8 +? ou all see now the difference in| Soy Seonte.ace tanevenn he the kind of answers. G ro ey bg ure Then there were more than ninety boys y Lye ere at who forgot to add either their names or y gave i = a= addresses to the list. This seems un- y + ett go ag. me oon but hy you have had no letter in- y pele Ping | ré ae uing “ of your success or failure, you] yer Meet / know that very probably the fault does V = | wl —— = the “oo who tried to notify| CCT te | vt y contestant. nd over one hundred Y | letters came in after the closing date. y ea ensing 3. Long before the contest closed we began d — ng to get what we called “hurry-up letters.” oe . — Z So th A nan 50 didn’t end until December 10 goon Prat aaa a e Notifications were sent out on Decemb 4S. nom. We he or December 11—the earliest day sane soni GIVEN Eason meson ed Of course, we couldn’t count your “ sec- st eect ly, saline mag mae second lists sent in by sere oe Bist sie crea oys. e sure alway's that your es answer is complete in i / ds - p in itself. To McMILLAN FUR & WOOL CO. : - . want to thank those who were PO IRAN eels bh at) gla m, aoe tful enough to send stamps to pay Hustrated Circulate AW FURS) ea, Monclogs. Die- Pa ’s or the postage in notifying th rapper je Free to th fore," Heeltations, nom nee. ed of thes ying them. Many Guide Free to those who ship to vs logs, Reeitations, Pantages mds. A e were rewarded by getting their Large @ talog Free. 7-8 DEMISON 2 yin ‘ Goods : a “i. earlier -~ others, but even if they cee time as ' n’t, we would like to have them know HE REAL TH “T that they. helped-us along. patie : penal fwd aw rg Yaga l : Picture Show = . oer iow to mi it. lage send in the most appropriate title Seam, teem chia, telopbons, macie fan: = neve rr 1 a iihent a die while dsj ine font » skis, boys’ shack, traps, camp- ave the time of'yourlife. Tie 3 ior the store eoeeee sitle, hic en 3 in ee ee > bendy ABLE Sietanes ot tee CHANGE. "i ilies condi The ¥ bi serve the this great book. Price eaky 28 nc body astonished. rake, pled S $10. — —_*____ postpaid. 3 for 25 ; wise a thie lnvle °° dre. Pp $10.00 in cash. CRAFTSMAN €0.. DEPT. 77, ST. PAUL, MINz. FAG WizarD co. cave thi ite ‘Wonder prema . Girt, N. J.

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30 BOYS’ LIFE January, 1914. The Trail to El Dorado (Continued from page 13.) lent sympathy and comfort, staring up at the stars, until exhausted nature finally closed their eyelids, and gave them a few hours of forgetfulness. The é¢vents of the next three days were more like the indistinct dreams of a delir- ium to Charlie and Zeb than they were like reality. : CHAPTER XI. THE SURPRISE IN WALLA WALLA. € € Ca HEN at last the little train, its few wagons dusty and worn, and the animals gaunt from their fifteen hundred miles of traveling, came wind- ry +19: : i into th treet f Walla Walla, because it has all the muscle-building, bone-making ma- busy frontier glace of three thousand pas j i j j io j ple, and the trading center of a mining re- terial in the whole wheat grain prepared ina digestible ede eee tee cee ea form, supplying all the strength needed for work or play. mountains, the boys walked beside the flag wagon with downcast eyes and hearts like lead. In all the crowd standing along

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: i” mF ee * the main street, made up of the idle, the It is ready-cooked and ready-to-eat. It has the great culags oad Ge Wscnneh wea ten est amount of body-building nutriment in smallest bulk. quickly gathered on hearing the news that x ‘ ‘ Captain Fisk, the conductor of a large Its crispness compels thorough mastication, and the more wagon train into the placer regions to the : : ‘ Northeast, was coming into town, they you chew it the better you like it. knew they had no reason to seek a famil- iar face, while A ee the many F : strange ones caused too bitter a pang, as Shredded Wheat is the favorite food of athletes. | It they thought of the one they had so con- , “ai fident! t there. is on the training table of nearly every college and uni- oy Gee ry haw 2d tae toe tel ; ; j man who came shouldering his way through versity in this country. The records show that the ae nk tee eee ee winners of many brilliant rowing and track events have until he grasped each of them by a shoul . . t th jo been trained on Shredded Wheat. ————— “Charlie; Zeb! My dear, dear boys! Here you are at last!” The BISCUIT is in little loaf form. It is At the sound of that well-loved voice, baked a crisp, golden brown. It is eaten with > tae cellcaeeer cenmenk an hee on milk or cream, or fruit, or is delicious when > diye — pote yx Ag < ~gerk Raye eaten as a toast with butter. TRISCUIT is the faces, as if they feared to trust their senses. Shredded Wheat wafer—the ideal food for the was se ileee tee aed et camp or the long tramp. gd Seto Sem od wih ons him, unable for a moment to give expres- Building buster boys is bully business—that’s the een ~ eg reason we want to help the Boy Scout movement. con Wi, a a he asked. “Aren’t you glad to get here and to see me.” Charlie controlled himself first. he Shredded Wheat Com an “Glad!” -he cried, his face radiant. p ¥ “Why, father, that’s no name for it. We oe pe ne ro ; “Dead!” exclaime r. Bartlett. “ NIAGARA FALLS, N. Y. never was more healthy in my life. Where did you get that idea?” Hastily they told of the story which had been related by Jem Fiddler to Captain ee = The Captain a had — the wagons, meantime stood near, evidently Superb Cornet very happy over the unexpectedly joyous offer. This # ending to the tragedy which had threatened le Sil ya ey tories r = fine will be sent to his young favorites. for only 42.00; Pay the ba “Tk Jem Fiddler very well,” said URLI ZER =: ance at rate of 1 of $e 0. fer, free now e. ° ; n Mr. Bartlett, when they had finished. “ An se ‘Free ‘Band Catalog | honest, warmhearted chap who did me our name and address and # many a good turn when we were prospect- . Buy direct Teoufacturer. Rock-bottom ff ing together last summer. But he was ; pe ymente., Generous allowance. for cls ed badly mistaken in this case. I knew the THE RUDOLPH WURLITZER CO. poor fellow who was killed up in the Couer Cincinnati, Ohio —_— Dept. 3321 Chicago, mm. d’Alene. His name was George Bartlett. Ne He was in Walla Walla for a month or | fen CARDS two this summer but I never thought I sas ees ‘Agen te exc would be confused with him as the victim Bor 177. Tag F. of the accident, just because he happened

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I> Hl at lly ‘ew ere lir- ike ew the een nd- e0- re- the lag ike yng the 1ad hat rge the hey nil- any on- ded out res- 1eir 3?” lere January, 1914. BOYS’ LIFE 31 to have my last name, to be about my size and to wear a beard. General descrip- tions, you see, are very apt to be deceiving.” Having recovered his wits, Charlie now, with a sudden contrition, bethought himself of Captain Fisk, and turning toward him, said to Mr. Bartlett: “Father, this is Captain Fisk, com- mander of the expedition we came out with. He has been so good to Zeb and me that we never can thank him enough.” “Tf my boys cannot thank you enough, I certainly cannot,” said Mr. Bartlett, grasp- ing the Captain’s hand warmly. “But be assured of my deep gratitude for your care of them through your long journey.” They have been no care, Mr. Bartlett,” replied the Captain, smiling at the boys. “T never knew two more trustworthy, self- dependent and helpful young fellows in my life. I am thankful they have found you here, safe and sound. I was very sorry for them; very solicitous about their fu- ture when I heard this happily false report of your death.” “Tt seems almost incredible, Captain, how such a mistake could have been made. Jem Fiddler had only come into Walla Walla, you would have been spared your anxiety and Charlie and Zeb the needless misery they have suffered, for I have been here all the time, well and very busy, for I have just opened a general merchandise store here.” “Good!” said Captain Fisk, heartily. “You are wise. It will pay you better in the long run than mining, for this country has a great future before it after the mines are all run out.” “TI think so,” agreed Mr. Bartlett. “I had a mine near here until two months ago which paid me well, but an opportunity came to sell it at a handsome profit, so I sold. My mercantile business has prospered from the start and I have just completed a house for myself and my boys to live in; small, but as comfortable as any here. And now, Captain, it will give me the greatest pleasure to have you accompany us there as soon as your business in town will permit to be our guest as long as you remain here.” “That is very kind of you, Mr. Bart- lett,” returned the Captain, “and I shall be glad to accept your hospitality, but I fear it can be for to-night only for I must immediately sell my wagons and animals for what I can get and go on to Portland and thence to San Francisco, to take steamer for the East. My orders are to report to Washington at the earliest pos- sible date and then, doubtless rejoin my regiment, which is probably still at the front in Tennessee.” Captain Fisk went on down the street with his wagons, while Mr. Bartlett with his sons, Zeb leading Rataplan, turned to- ward their new home. “First I must hear all about your jour- ney. boys,” said Mr. Bartlett, “and then I will tell you my plans for our immediate future.” “T don’t know which I am most anxious for,’ said Zeb, with a satisfied sigh, “ for Charlie and me to tell what we've seen and done or to hear what all three of us are going to do. But I can tell you, we had a great trip.” “Yes, sir, a great trip!” echoed Charlie, enthusiastically. a don’t doubt it, boys,” their father re- plied. “It was good for you, too,, and the best of it is that now it is over and we are all together again on the sunset side of the continent, in the middle of the El Dorado of the present and the future.” [THE END.] You can always make the pace over any road— and without dan- ger of “spills” when your wheel is equipped with Tough suction cups foro ig yet do not re tires are “oliproot. 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32 BOYS’ LIFE January, 1914. in the thick of the heavi- est traffic—in narrow, congested streets, at crossings, on steep hills — anywhere, at all times, the NEW DEPARTURE Coaster Brake THE HEART OF THE BIKE gives you absolute control of your bicycle or motorcycle. It halves the pedaling and doubles the pleasure of cycling. Absolutely guaranteed to you—the choice of , over 4,000,000 riders. Your dealer or repair man will equip your wheel with the New Departure at slight cost. Ask him about it to-day. NEW DEPARTURE MFG.CO. BRISTOL, CONN. 1 The Brake that brought the Bike back ~. | A Boy’s Flectric Signal (Continued from page 21.) and fasten each half to one of the pieces at c, with a round headed brass tack. These are keys. Put them aside until the wires are in. Now buy three dry batteries with the binding posts as in Fig. 6, and fit them into the box as in Fig. 7, in which the con- nections are shown in solid lines and the box in dotted. A, B, C, Fig. 7, are copper plates with holes in each end, the wire being put under one end and screwed down, a screw-eye fastened to the guy wires being screwed in the other end, thus making a contact. The wire I used was taken from the magnets of an old electric bell. A, in Fig. 8, shows how the wire, E, is fastened to the back of the keys. a, b, Fig. 8 B are the screws which the tack in the key touches. These are connected to B, C, Fig. 7. The wire, A, comes from the batteries. When this is done a handle may be put on the box, as shown by dotted lines and a screw-eye through the wood at F, and into the side, forming a lock when it is screwed down tight. The outside may now be painted, if care is taken not to touch the plates, A, B, C, Fig. te Shape a piece of wood as in A, Fig. 9. Put two porcelain lamp sockets as in B, Fig. 9, and two small screw-eyes, one at A and one at Now set up the mast by putting a piece of dowel in the socket and one of the little tubes over the brad end. Then put an- other piece in the tube and a tube on this. Continue until the four are up, the one with the screw-eye on top. Attach a piece of No. 24 uninsulated copper wire, as in Figs. 9 and 10, to one of the binding posts of the sockets and under the screw-eye in the top dowel. .To do this the piece A, Fig. 9, must be mounted by putting the nail in the hole in the dowel. Then take the fine wire and connect as in Fig. 10, making the wires taut by tight- ening the lower eyes and looping the bare wire under the screw-eye by turning the eye horizontal and then vertical. Put a red incandescent bulb in socket A and a white one in socket B. They will be made more efficient if reflectors are made of tin. or carboard, the tin whitened with Great . Combination Offer BOYS’ LIFE for one year, price $1.00 and ANY BOOK in Everyboy’s Library, price 50c. BOTH FOR $1.18 Send your order NOW to Boys’ Life, The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 200 Fifth Ave., New York City enamel. To pack the outfit unloop the bare wire, take the lower screw-eyes out of the plates, wrap the wires around the wood, unjoint the mast and you are ready to travel by putting the things in the box. Fig. 11 shows the outfit set up and packed. The message is sent by pressing the keys. the red equaling “1,” and the white “2,” and both together “3.” I made apparatus — for less than $8. If you want to ask me any other ques- tions about this electric signal apparatus you can write to me in care of Boys’ Ltr. e = Your Old Buttons I find that the Scout coat buttons that are on the pockets are very useful after the coat has become too small. By taking two buttons and one ring and fastening them together you can make serviceable and ornamental cuff links—Leland L. Stacy, Troop 1, Wellesley, Mass. “We Boy Scouts, uncle, are trained in woodcraft. Now, __ that shrill noise you hear is the call of the loon.” “Ts that so?” responded uncle. “ Well, listen again!—and here comes the locomo- tive that’s making it.” Can you use any extra pocket money ? SMART OMLES offers you the opportunity to get business experience— to cultivate selling ability— to acquire confidence— to make money— ALL IN YOUR SPARE TIME AND AT NO EXPENSE. The work will be exceedingly pleasant and profitable, but it will be real work—the kind that every Boy Scout eats up. For full particulars, send the coupon to SMART STYLES BOYS’ DEPARTMENT Smart Styles, 41 W. 25th St., N. Y.C. Please tell me about your proposition for making money in my spare time. This is only an inquiry, that involves no obligation on my part.

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