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Published by the Boy Scouts of America At National Headquarters, 200 Fifth Ave., New York City. WOODROW WILSON, Honorary President. COLIN H. LIVINGSTONE, President. THEODORE ROOSEVELT and WILLIAM HOWARD TAFT, Honorary Vice-Presidents. GEORGE D, PRATT, Treasurer. JAMES E. WEST, Chief Scout Executive. Editor, W. P. McGUIRE. Associate Editors, DANIEL CARTER BEARD and ERNEST THOMPSON SETON. EpitoriaL Boarp: William D, Murray, George D. Pratt, Frank Presbrey, Ernest ‘Thompson Seton, Daniel Carter Beard. Contents— PAGE. THe GREAT DANIEL BOONE CONTEST...........-ccccceccces ScoUuTING WITH DANIEL Boone, by Hverett T. Tomlinson.... 3 A PrtrcHeEr’s PLUCK, by Leslie W. Quirk... 1... ccccccccses 6 How Lone Can You Hotp Your Breatu? by William ey, BD sais ova in 0c dis dbiccsce sas b0pvgetnsocd eens 8 AT THE OTHER END OF THE Wirk, by J, van Beuren Mitchell. . 9 THE GREAT RaFt Rack, by Elmer Russell Gregor............ 11 How To BE A Goop Camper, by Dillon Wallace............. _ 14 Two Paces or PicTuRES oF Boy Scout CAMPS............- . 16-17 ACTIVITIES OF Boy Scout Troops BEvERYWHERE........ 18-19-29-30 FRoM DAN BEARD’s DUFFLE Bac, by Dan Beard............ 20 THe NEW Merit BADGE—PHYSICAL DEVELOPMENT........... 21 STALKING WILD ANIMALS, by Frederick K. Vreeland........ 22 ONE-ARMED Boy A REAL ATHLETIC 'WONDER................ 23 MAKE Your Bow AnD Arrows, by H. H. McChesney........ 24 ADVENTURES IN Ewecrriciry, by Robert C. Mathes.......... 26 Ovum TOGNEROME COMME. 6 oki ck e cccevts ssneuweneeeria 28 the Boy Scouts’ Magazine, is issued month] the Boy Scouts of ‘America. It is the of hci magazine of that great organization and is de- voted to the best interests of EVERY BOY IN THE LAND. It is packed full of the finest stories for boys; stories with plenty of excite- ment in them, plenty of fun of the right sort; stories about camping, woodcraft, handicraft, scouting, trailing, signaling, baseball, football, basket ball, animals— in fact, every sport, recreation or activity in boys’ life, presented for the en- tertainment of ail boys. It contains also all the news of the Boy Scout movement. its stories are written by the greatest ‘“‘ boy story” writers. Every issue profusely illustrated, with colored cover, sketches by famous artists, and photo- graphs from all over the world. : ‘The subscription price is $1.00 a year; single copies, 10 cents. Postage.—Postage to all parts of the United States, Mexico, Cuba, Porto Rico, Hawaii and the Philippines is prepaid by us. Subscribers in Canada must edd 10 cents to yearly subscription price for postage; foreign subscription re- quires 25 cents extra. 1f the magazine arrives in a RED wrapper it means that your Renewals subscription has expired. Address on the wrapper ra Reese the month with which your subscription ends. Tear off this address and send it in with the price of a new subscription, and you will not miss a copy. Copyright, 1914, by the Boy Scouts of America. Entered as second-class matter in the Post Office at New York, N. Y. ai OYS' LIFE He BOY SCOUTS JULY, 1914 No. 5 Our 22 Winners This Month Victors in the ‘‘What’s Wrong With This Picture ”’ Contest Which Began in April First Prize—A Miami Make Bicycle, value $25.00. Winner—MICHAEL W. HOURIGAN, age 14, Brooklyn, N.Y. Seconp Prize—One pair of Boy Scout Field Glasses in black soft leather case with strap, valued at $3.50. Winner—MATTHEW WOODWARD, age 16, New York City. THe Twenty OrHer Winners—Each will receive a “Boy Scout Diary” (Miniature Handbook) and a Boy Scout calendar. Hugh Dietzen, Dunkirk, N, Y. Otto Kleppner, New York City. Frank Packard, Greensboro, Mass. Paul Bandler Victorius, New York City. Louis DuBois, Eldorado, Il. Harold Nelson, Mt. Vernon, N. Y. Lloyd G. Porter, Oak Hill, W. Va. Lawrence H, Pearce, Ishpeming, Mich. Everett H. Miller, Jr., East Orange. N., J. Franklin G. Brandau, Easton, Pa. Harold C. Bush, Central Valley, N. Y. Herbert Clark, Cleveland, O. Ralph J, Donaldson, Cleveland, O. Arthur L. Gibson, Easton, Pa. Frank Schnell, Cleveland, O. R, Winston Morton, Charlotte Court House, Va. Earl Robertson, Cumberland, Md. Andrew G, Grinnan, Jr., Alexan- ria, Va. G. D. Heller, Brooklyn, N. Y. Lester M. Fehr, Easton, Pa. ters in time for the July number. They had expected to finish them for the June Boys’ Lire, but they had no idea how many letters would come in and how good most of them would be. Michael Hourigan listed 534 mistakes which the judges checked over repeat- edly and with especial care in their search for imaccuracies and repetitions. There were a number of inaccuracies, but no repetitions. Of “things wrong" too minute to be considered, there were many. When the total of these “uncountable” errors was subtracted from his list, it was found that 91 remained. This placed it clearly ahead of all others. [' was all the judges could do to finish reading the 8,731 contest let- When the competitors are so close, every little thing counts, and we want to thank all the boys who took particular care to write legibly or who had their lists typewritten. Doubtless some of you who sent in very long lists are much dis- appointed at not winning a prize. Perhaps the reason your list was disqualified was one of the following: You may have forgotten to put your name or address or your age at the top of the first sheet. A great many splendidly written lists were disqualified because the boys had not read the rules carefully. Many boys had lists which reached well up into the hundreds, but overlooked some of the big, genuine errors because they were so eager to find fault with things so small they could not reasonably be counted. Others took one error and divided it into many parts. On the whole, however, the lists were very good, and Boys’ Lire congratulates every one of you. We only wish we could do this by personal letter as some of the boys want us to do, but we cannot. The experience of the competitors in this contest surely will pre- pare them better for the Daniel Boone contest and others which you will find from time to_time in Boys’ Lire.

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* r -_ meus ae ¥ nd oe DANIEL BOONE, Pioneer Scout “He was a tall man, quiet in his bearing, lean almost to thin- ness, in the prime of middle life, and with every indication of self-control, as well as of strength, stamped upon his face and form.” TACK THIS PAGE up in your room or in your Troop Head- quarters or club room. Tell other boys about the great story—get them to read it—send in their subscriptions. The story began in the June issue. If you missed that number send 10 cents for it te BOYS’ LIFE National Headquarters, j Boy Scouts or AMERICA bscr ’ ° = Saar Teac at. The Boy Scouts’ Magenine 200 Fifth Ave., New York City. THE GREAT DANIEL BOONE CONTEST $300.00 in Fifty-Seven Cash Prizes to “Boys’ Life” Boys ABOUT THE CONTEST The plan is for boys to write essays, according to the rules printed below, on THE SUBJECT: “The qualities of Daniel Boone which made him a good Scout and a valuable citizen, and why those qualities are important in life to-day.” The Prizes given by Boys’ Lire in co-opera- tion with Doubleday, Page & Co., who will pub- lish the story in book form later, will be distrib- uted as follows: Ng a Sey oe ae ae $50,00 RE ROE, ie 25.00 10 Third Prizes ($10.00 each) ..100.00 20 Fourth Prizes ($5.00 each)... .100.00 25 Fifth Prizes ($1.00 each)..... 25.00 I gs cs anes G4. Hoe $300.00 The prizes will be awarded to the authors of the essays in the order of their merits as to fidelity to facts of the life of Daniel Boone as revealed in Mr. Tomlinson's story; the intelligence dis- played in the estimate of the personal qualities and public services of Daniel Boone, and the clearness and directness of the composition. Legibility, grammar, spelling and punctuation will be taken into consideration in the making of awards. The judges will be (1) Mr. Daniel Carter Beard, (2) Mr. F. K. Mathiews, Chief Scout Librarian (3) the Editor of Boys’ Lire, and two others to be announced later. The names of the winners will be published in Boys’ Lire as soon as possible after the judges have made the awards, and the cash prizes will be sent to them. The essays winning the first and second prizes will be printed in Boys’ Lire together with the photographs of the authors, if agreeable to them. The Rules. The contest is open to all boys not over 18 years of age. Each essay must be not more than four hundred words in length. It is what you say and not the number of words you use that counts. The essay must be written in ink, on only one side of the paper. he name, age and address of the author must appear at the top of the first page, and all of the pages must be numbered at the top right hand corner. Essays must not be rolled. Contestants may discuss the story and the life of Daniel Boone with parents, teachers or com- panions, but the essay must be written by the con- testant without aid from or correction by anyone. (Remember this is a “game of brains’ for you boys; be true sportsmen, play fair. Your essay itself will be accepted as a bond that is your own.) Don't include in the contest letter any informa- tion or question about any other subject. All essays must be in the office of Boys’ Lire by the first of the month following publication of the last instalment. It is understood by contestants that individual acknowledgments of the receipt of contest essays cannot be made. Contributions which are not sent in accordance with these rules will be disqualified. Address all letters to “Daniel Boone Contest,” Boys” Lire, 200 Fifth Ave., New York City. BOYS LIFE, July, 1914. 2

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$300.00 IN CASH PRIZES OFFERED TO READERS OF THIS STORY By onslaught. Scouting with Daniel Boone The story of the exciting life of the Great Pioneer Scout —a true American Hero. EVERETT T. TOMLINSON Illustrated by Norman P. Rockwell. “ All now were doing their utmost to check the Every man, without waiting for or- ders, fired at the shooting, leaping savages.” HOW THIS STORY BEGINS.—In the_pioneer band which ful land of Kaintuckee are two boys, Peleg Barnes and Boone’s son, James. James saves Peleg’s life by killing @ panther and the boys skin it and start back. meets them and relates some of The company advances, and the men see many signs o ing for game, hear a turkey gobble and young Boone cautiously stalks it. the great Daniel Boone is leading into the wonder- While wandering from the wagon train, Sam Oliver, a famous hunter, his own exciting experiences and Daniel Boone himself commends their actions. dian in fuil warpaint, signaling by “‘gobbling’”’ to some other savage. CHAPTER IV. THE GoBBLERS. f —,T the moment when ' the young pioneer dis- covered the Indian the latter also became aware of the presence of his enemy. Whether it was because James was amazed at the skill of the warrior in mimicking the call of the wild turkey, or because his enemy was somewhat quicker in his movements than he, is not known. Before young Boone could raise his gun to his shoulder the Indian instantly turned and with all his strength hurled his tomahawk. True to his aim the weapon struck the face of the young hunter, almost cleaving his head in twain. As the body of the stricken boy fell for- ward the Indian halted a moment, and then in his shrillest tones four times imitated the call of the crow. He waited until there was a response similar to his own, and then running swiftly to the prostrate body of the young hunter deftly removed his scalp. He then dashed into the woods and ran teen (Copyright, 1914, by the Boy Scouts of America, or Boys’ Lire. R (Copyright, 1914, by Everett T. Tomlinson.) swiftly in the direction from which the answering call had been heard. Meanwhile Peleg Barnes had been striv- ing to locate the “turkey” which had been gobbling steadily in response to the calls of the one first heard. He was more for- tunate than his friend. Stealthily creeping through the bushes and darting from tree to tree, he discovered the warrior that was imitating the “gobbles” before the, latter was aware of his presence. The boy almost intuitively was aware of the purpose of the warrior and instantly raised his gun and fired. As the Indian fell Peleg did not wait to discover the effect of his shot, but, turning abruptly, ran at his utmost speed back toward the camp. Frequently as he ran the terrified young hunter shouted his warning of the presence of his enemies. Before he had regained the camp he was joined by Sam Oliver, who was angry as well as startled by the wild shouts of his young companion. “What’s the trouble, Peleg?” he de- manded. “TI shot a redskin! There must be a good many more!” replied the boy, almost breathless in his excitement. “ The varmint was daubed with paint and gobbling like a turkey, trying to draw someone into his trap. : “ Did young Boone go with you?” 3 Indians—but no redskins are discovered. The boys go hunt- To his horror, he comes upon an In- “No, he heard another ‘turkey.’” “Where is he now?” demanded Sam sharply. “T do not know. We must get word to the Scout.” _ Nothing more was said until the return- ing hunters, both of whom were running at their utmost speed, came within sight of the place where the camp had been made. In a brief time they gained the open place in front, for the camp this time had been pitched on a small plateau, sheltered by a frowning cliff on one side and protected by a steep, rocky gulch on another, while in front of it was sufficient space to enable the watching guard to detect the approach of an enemy from that direction. As soon as they were within hearing both hunters shouted their warnings, but even as they raised their voices the sound of rifles was heard and a moment later there was a sudden cry and rush made by at least two score of the Indians. The suddenness of the attack as well as the lack of preparation, due to the confi- dence of the emigrants in the security of the position which had been selected for their halt, as well as their confidence in the guards which had been stationed, pre- vented an immediate response. The Indian warriors, hideously painted, crouching low and running swiftly, and at

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the same time emitting their terrifying whoops, fired at any man who was within their vision. To the startled pioneers the region seemed almost to be filled with their foes. The screams of frightened children, the calls of the women and the shouts of the men as they sum- It was learned that five of the whites had fallen. Their bodies were hastily borne within the protecting circle of the camp and the two, additional men that had been wounded were at once cared for. Peleg, whose excitement during the short, sharp fight had been intense, now was recalled to the

moned their com- panions increased the confusion. For a brief time the din was almost deafen- ing. Above the shouts and cries were heard the frequent reports of the rifles of the attacking party. Peleg and Sam by this time had gained the shelter of the camp and _ instantly joined the few men who had rallied as soon as the warning of the peril was iven. All now were do- ing their utmost to ‘check the onslaught. Every man, without waiting for orders, fired at the shouting, leaping savages. As soon as their ~guns had been dis- charged, however, it was plain that the at- tacking party had

THE INDIAN JRNED weapons in reserve. ee While others were STRENGTH HURLED firing their guns, those who had emptied their rifles were %randishing their tomahawks and appa- ‘rently were trying to make amends by the ierceness of their cries for their lack of more formidable ways of attacking. In a brief time the defenders were thrown into confusion, outnumbered as they were at the moment, and driven back toward the camp. It speedily was known that several had fallen before the fire of the warriors, but just who or how many there was no time to ascertain. It was now every man for him- self. It was at this time, however, that the great leader himself appeared upon the scene. Familiar with the ways cf the In- dians, Daniel Boone instantly ordered every ‘man to hide himself behind some tree and make no attempt to flee from the place until the entire party had been driven away. The very presence of Boone seemed to re- vive the courage of the retreating guards. As soon as sheltering places had been secured every man hastily reloaded his rifle and then, following the example of the great Scout himself, fired at the enemy, who now almost had crossed the open space before the camp. As soon as Boone and his companions «ceased to flee and began to return the fire with vigor, the Indians faltered and then, after they had given several unusually wild whoops and a final discharge of their wea- pons, they all fled back to the protecting forest. As the enemy departed, Daniel Boone doubled the guards, assigned some of his followers to the task of bringing in the ‘bodies of the fallen, and then hastily or- dered the others to withdraw within the ‘camp itself and hold themselves in readi- ness for a sudden call. Meanwhile they were told to do their utmost to quiet the terrified women and children, the latter still wocally expressing their terror.

es fact that he had not seen young Boone since his comrades had returned. With- out voicing his fears, he made a hasty tour of the camp, search- ing in every conceiv- able place for his friend. When at last he was convinced that James was nowhere to be found among the emigrants, he hastily ran to Daniel Boone himself and said, “ Have you seen James anywhere?” “No,” replied the Scout, looking quickly at the young hunter. “Was he not with you?” “We were together until we heard the ‘turkeys’ gobbling. Then he followed the sound of one and l went after the other. When I came near the place I saw it was @ warrior trying to decoy us.” “And James was not with you?” “No, sir.” “Did you call to him?” “No, sir. 1 shot at the redskin and then started for the camp as fast < I could go. Sam Oliver came with me, and if it had not been for our alarm I am afraid the Indians would have done more damage than they did.” For a moment the leader was silent as he gazed into the surrounding woods. He was well aware that the woods might con- ceal many more of the hostile Indians than had appeared in the sudden attack upon the camp. That he was deeply troubled by the message Peleg had brought him was to be seen in the steadiness with which he looked into the forest. Had his enemies even then killed his boy or made him a prisoner? What had become of James? “Do you think they have taken him?” asked» Peleg in a low voice. : “That is what I hope,” replied Daniel Boone; and then in response to the un- spoken question of the young hunter he added: “If they have made him prisoner we may be able to get him again, but if they have not a Peleg’s face became pale as he saw the anxiety of the Pioneer Scout for his older boy. “A man must do his best, and it is use- less to rebel,” said Daniel Boone, almost as if he were speaking to himself. “Tf James has fallen, all that we may try to do will be useless. If he has escaped he will not need our help. If the Shaw- nees have made him their prisoner, then we shall do more to help him by quick action than in any other way.” Turning abruptly from the women, who were weeping over the bodies of the dead men that had been brought back to the camp, in a few quickly spoken words Daniel Boone related to his companions

AND WITH ALL HIS HIS TOMAHAWK.

what Peleg had told him. A band of twenty or more was speedily formed, every one eager to join in the search. “ Peleg,” inquired the Scout just before the men departed from the Camp, “do you think you can lead the way to the place where you and James heard the ‘turkey’?” “Yes, sir,” replied Peleg. “Then we shall start at once.” There was no man in the band when they entered the forest without fear that he might be a target for some concealed Indian. And yet the little force was rely- ing upon the very boldness of their venture for its success. There was-no trace of fright, however, when the men ran across the open space and then followed Daniel Boone as he led the way in the direction indicated by Peleg, who was close behind. In a brief time the party came to the place where Peleg had shot the Indian that had been imitating the gobble of a turkey. As soon as Boone was convinced that the red man was dead he turned with his com- panions in the direction in which the other “turkey ” had been heard. As yet not a sign of the presence of their enemy had been discovered, although every- one. was aware that doubtless dark eyes were following their every movement. Why they had not been fired upon was as yet not understood. ' In a few minutes, however,-these things were forgotten when Peleg led the way to the place toward which his young com- panion had gone to seek the “ turkey.” A low exclamation escaped the young hunter’s lips when he and the leader abruptly halted a few minutes later and saw upon the ground before them the pros- trate body of the boy.

CHAPTER V. PELEG’S NEW PLACE. OT a word escaped Daniel Boone’s lips N at the gruesome discovery of the body of his oldest boy. Ignoring the presence of his comrades, he ran quickly forward, turned the body so that the face could be seen, and in this manner instantly was aware of the terrible fate which had overtaken James. Peleg Barnes, who was close behind, never was able to forget the sound of the one dry sob to which Daniel Boone gave utterance. Then, almost as if he still was unaware of the presence of anyone except the dead boy, he lifted the body tenderly and with exceeding care placed it across his shoulders. Turning abruptly about, the great Scout started back toward the camp. For a moment the other members of the party stood silent as they watched their suffering leader. There was not cne of the men who would not have been glad to ex- press his sympathy in words, but all were aware of Daniel Boone’s prejudices against giving full expression to one’s feelings ; and also they had not yet recovered from the staggering surprise of the discovery of the body of James. When Daniel Boone disappeared in the brush Sam Oliver hastily picked up the gun <p turned to his companions and said: “We must follow him. We :nust keep close to him. The redskins might almost scalp him and he would not understand what they were doing the way he feels now.” Acting upon the suggestion of the hunter, the men hastily turned to follow their leader. Peleg quickly ran in advance, eager to help the Scout in his task. The leader only shook his head. Apparently he was

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July, 1914 WHAT BOONE TOLD PELEG 5 hardly aware that his friends were so near him. The party soon gained the open space in front of the camp. ‘here Daniel Boone stopped and, turning to his friends, ‘whose presence apparently neither surprised nor startled him, said: “I shall take my boy to the place where the other bodies are lying. I wish you to say nothing of what has befallen him until first I shall break the news to my wife.” No reply was given to the request of the hunter, nor was any expected. There was no protest by the Scout, however, when Sam Oliver and Peleg followed him as he bore his burden to the place where the bodies of the men that had fallen in the sudden attack by the Indians were lying covered by blankets. There, still quiet and as tender in his manner as a woman, Daniel Boone lifted the body of his oldest boy from his shoulders and laid it beside those who were his fellow-victims. - Peleg, who was watching every movement of the man, for whom his feeling was little less than adoration, marveled at the won- derful strength the Scout displayed in spite of his grief. There was no effort nor any struggling on his part, and as soon as he had deposited the body Daniel Boone turned away, and the two hunters required no word from him to inform them that he had gone to tell his wife of the great sor- row which had come into their lives. Peleg’s eager look followed him even when he saw him beckon her to one side of the company, and then he saw them both withdraw from the sight of the entire band. The bearing of the Scout was still un- changed. So great was his self-control that no one in the party who did not know of the calamity suspected that anytning had befallen the leader beyond the common feeling of sorrow for the loss of the five men. What was said by Daniel Boone to his wife in that heart-breaking interview no one ever knew. No reference was ever made to it. When Boone returned to join the band, which now had assembled behind the protecting barricade, he said simply: “We must prepare for a hasty burial. These bodies must not be left for the wolves to maltreat.” The leader spoke as simply and as quietly as if he were referring to one of the ordi- nary experiences of life instead of one that wrung the heart of the strong man. On the hillside near the place where the camp had been pitched the bodies of the fallen men were hastily buried. Later in the day Peleg chanced upon Daniel Boone when the latter believed him- self to be alone. Seated upon a log look- ing steadily upon the ground, still without a cry, the man’s frame was shaken in his agony of grief. Abashed by his discovery, Peleg stealthily withdrew and did not refer to what he had seen when later he joined his companions. Before the Scout returned the boy had decided that at his first opportunity he would explain to him how strong had been the friendship between himself and James. Peleg was too modest to believe that the great man had ever been aware of the fee!- ing between the two boys. Such matters were of too minor importance for him even to recognize, much less to remember, thought the lad. Great was the young hunter’s surprise and greater still his pleasure when the Scout stopped by his side and, looking into his face, said calmly: “ Peleg, you and James were great friends.” “Yes, sir.” “Hereafter I shall have a special love for you, Peleg because you loved my boy.” Tears, which the young hunter was un- able to control, sprang into his eyes at the words. Still the Scout’s voice was quiet and calm. Peleg was convinced that he was not aware of his inability to reply. “It is one of the things, Peleg, which cannot be changed,” continued Daniel Boone. “James was a good son and | looked forward to a useful life for him— but he is not to be here. It does no one any good to rebel uselessly, and only chil- dren and savages complain when everything they desire is not arranged as they wish.” “Yes, sir,” spoke up Peleg. At first he suspected that the words of the leader were intended as a rebuke to him for the display of his feelings. Perhaps it was a weak- ness, he thought, and yet somehow the young soldier was convinced that the father of his friend did not think any less of him because he had been deeply moved by the tragic death of James. ; “Tt is not the first time,” continued the Scout, “that I have been compelled to face sorrow. Somehow I feel that one is like a leaf carried on the stream. It may whirl about and turn and twist, but it is always carried forward.” As he spoke the leader stooped, and, tak- ing a tiny branch which had fallen to the ground, tossed it into the noisy little. stream which went tumbling down the side of the Cumberland Mountain on its way to the great river and the sea beyond. “Tt is somewhat like that, my lad,” con- tinued Daniel Boone, running his fingers through his hair as he spoke. “One is borne onward by a power which he does not understand and yet which he must recognize is greater than his own. It is so that one is carried by the years. He is helpless to stop them in their course, as helpless as that little branch which I threw into the water. It does no one any good to rebel or complain. He must accept the facts of his life, believing that there is a Power that guides and controls far better than he knows how “Then there is no one to whom you can turn?” “T have lived with my uncle, but I have no desire to go back to him Boone looked keenly into the face of the boy by his side and was silent a moment. “ Peleg,” he resumed, “I meant what lI said just now. If you so desire you shalt stay and be my friend.” “T do desire it!” said Peleg impulsively. “There is nothing I want so much as to be with you. It is good of you to think of me——” “Say no more,” interrupted Boone. “I shall not forget, though I may not speak to you soon again of this matter. When the time comes I shall not fail to let you know.” When night fell the guards of the camp were doubled, for with the coming of dark- ness the fear of some of the emigrants increased. There were frequent cries heard from the little children, cries which the mothers were unable to quiet and in which some of them even joined. A feeling of terror had settled over the entire camp. To Peleg was assigned a post of danger, as his position as guard was to be near the gulch. Steep as this was, it was neverthe- less possible for a warrior to climb its rocky sides if he were familiar with the spot. Before Peleg’ departed for his station he was joined by Israel Boone, a younger brother of James, who insisted upon shar- ing his vigil. In ‘the light of the camp fire Peleg saw the face of the Scout change color when the suggestion was made by his boy, but he did not offer any objections, and, in spite of Sam Oliver’s declaration that “one boy is a boy, and two boys is only half a boy,” the leader quietly gave his consent. When the silence of the night became more marked even the two young guards shared in the prevailing fear. The very darkness that surrounded them might con- ceal painted warriors; at any moment a bullet might find its to do.” The Scout was now speaking almost as if he thought himself to be alone. A brief silence followed his words and then Dan- iel Boone, turning once more to Peleg, said: “My lad all I say is that one cannot turn back. However much I may sorrow over the loss of my boy I cannot go back to him. The only di- rection in which I can move is ahead of me. If one can only find the right way, that is not so bad.” “Yes, sis,” seid Peleg, hardly aware of the full meaning of Boone’s words. “You were a friend of my boy. You shall my friend from this time forward. You cannot take the On Your Summer Vacation Do not fail to get every copy of Boys’ Life containing the chap- ters of this serial, story is finished you will be glad that you have prepared yourself to write on the subject: The qualities of Daniel Boone that made him a good scout anda valu- able citizen, and why those qualities are im- portant in life to-day. $300 in 57 Cash Pitas way into the heart of a watching sentinel. Both boys were eager for the coming of the morning. At daybreak they were relieved and quickly went to sleep. A few hours later Peleg was up again. No thought had occurred to him of any abrupt change in the plans of the emi- grants. He was therefore the more astonished when, at breakfast, he was in- formed that the men were assembling. He even forgot his hun- ger when he heard the excitin an- nouncement which Daniel Boone soon made. for when the (Continued in the August Boys* place of James, but because you were his friend you shall have a share, if you so desire, such as he might have had in my life and my plans. Your father is not living?’ “He has been dead three years.” “And your mother?” “ She died when I was a babe.” Lire.) Notice.—Many boys have sent in for copies of the June Boys’ Lire, containing the first install- ment of “‘ Scouting With Daniel Boone.” As long as our supply lasts, copies will be sent to any ad- dress, price 10 cents per copy. Each boy should save all of the copies containing this great serial for ref- erence when he writes his essay in the big prize contest.

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E me SLIE W. QUIRK # HAT would you have thought and done if you had been in Pitcher Train’s place in the exciting remarkable which figured in this game this The extraordinary will surprise you, and you story? game described so graphically in technical points will be as much surprised as Train was when you learn what he did about them. T was like a dream coming true. To-day he was pitching in reality just as he had pitched a thousand times before in eager imagination. His fast ball had the jump; his slow one drifted up to the batter with tantalizing hesitancy; his curves writhed and snapped like the tail of an angry snake. He was making good—no doubt about it. After this game they would have to reckon with him “as one of the regulars on the pitching staff. Some op- posing coach would say, “Well, we can beat Wenton College if*they don’t send that freshman, Tommy Train, against us, but if they do—” He had pitched only two innings, to be sure, and neitHer team had scored as yet. But he had fanned five batters in those two innings, and his captain, playing shortstop behind him, was saying encouragingly, “ That’a boy, Tommy! That’a boy!” And when your captain, who has barely noticed you during the month or more you have been throwing your arm off that the fel- lows may have the proper batting prac- tice, talks to you like that—the same way, mind you, that he talks to Glenn, the star pitcher—you can afford to congratulate yourself and brim over with confidence. ‘Can you keep it up, Tommy?” asked Transell, the captain, as the two strolled in toward the bench at the end of the inning. “Of course,” said Tommy, simply. “Even if the breaks go against you?” persisted Transell. “ Even if you lose con- trol, or the Hilltop batters get to you, or we boot away sure outs behind you? = The captain, you see, wasn’t quite sure of his pitcher’s nerve in a crisis. “Just as long as you fellows keep try- ing,” asserted Tommy, “I'll keep trying, too.” “Then the game’s as good as won al- ready,” said Transell, decisively, “ because we'll do anything in the world to bring you out on top. You're up, Tommy; get a hit.” “Watch me,” the grinned freshman and he stepped up to the plate and pitcher, Ordinarily, whaled out a screaming double. Tommy Train fanned during the batting practices but to-day he was chuckful ot confidence. -He felt he could have hit Christy Mathewson or Walter Johnson just as easily. Why, winning this game was going to be mere child’s play. Captain Transell was lead-off man on the batting list. As he stepped up to the plate Tommy took a slight lead off second to a point where he could watch every move- ment of pitcher and batter. His bright eyes followed the first delivery, a straight fast ball, from the moment it left the twirler’s finger-tips till it checked suddenly in front of Transell. To Train, it seemed that the ball hit the bat, ran up it an inch or two and then bounded off to one side. He was surprised, therefore, when his captain tossed the bat away and started to trot toward first base. The umpire called him back. “Why, the ball hit me,” declared Tran- sell to the official. “It nipped me here on the forearm. You can see——” “* Play ball!” ordered the umpire, wearily. From the infield and from the Hilltop bench came sarcastic giggles. Transell had tried to “ put something over.” lhe balance of the inning was unevent- ful. Wenton failed to send a runner over the plate, and Tommy died on the bases. Nothing had happened to shake his nerve in any way, yet when he went out on the mound to pitch again his confidence was not as complete as it had been before. The first batter to face him drove a slashing two-bagger to deep right field. The next dropped a tantalizing Texas- leaguer over short, sending the other run- ner to third and perching on first himself. There were no outs, and one or more runs seemed inevitable. Captain Transell waved his infield to play close for the purpose of shutting off the run at home. After he had satisfied himself that all the fellows were ready, Tommy Train faced the next batter. As the boy turned the white ball nervously in his fingers his ear caught the steady mur- . mur of the coacher off third: “All ready, Sid! On your toes now! Ca-a-are-ful! Get a lead, ol’ boy! ’Nother foot! Nobody near you! [’ll tell you— GO!” Tommy had pitched. From the corner of his eye, as the ball left his hand, he caught a glimpse of the runner charging home from third. Then the resounding whack of meeting wood and leather at the plate claimed his breathless attention. The batter had swung hard and straight, cracking out a singing grounder toward Transell, who took a few backward steps to handle it. Before he had his hands cn the ball the runner from third v.as sliding for the rub- ber at home. “He’s scored!” groaned Tommy, breath- ing heavily in his intense disappointment. “That’s the beginning of the end.” The next thought choked short. Tran- sell fielded the ball cleanly, but lost a pre- cious moment turning toward the plate, only to see that no throw could shut off the run there. Then he whirled toward first, took deliberate aim and let fly. The ball hit the umpire in charge of the bases. Transell raced across the diamond to- ward the official. There followed a second

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or two of brisk conversation, which termi- nated in an appeal to the umpire-in-chief behind the plate. The latter stepped for- ward. “The runner goes back to third,” he announced, “and the batter takes his turn over again. This is in accordance with the rule having to do with a thrown ball that hits an umpire.” Then, after all, the run had not counted. Tommy Train slowly unclenched his per- spiring hand, stretching the fingers wide as one does in yawning. It seemed to him he should feel elated, and Another Hilltop batter set himself to ac- complish what his mates had failed to do. Tommy pitched a fast ball to him, noting with dumb surprise that there was no jump whatever to it. With a terrific swing the batter caught it squarely on the trade-mark and sent it clipping the grass, a mile a minute, toward Transell. Now, Transell’s weakness in field lay in handling hard-hit grounders to his left. As he stood now, just within the diamond, in front of the base line between second and third, with the ball whistling its way a yard best. With a lead like that, he could hard- ly lose now. Jones was up. He had fanned Jones twice already with a sweeping roundhouse curve, and he started another. But some- thing went wrong; perhaps the ball slipped from his hand without acquiring the proper friction. At any rate, instead of kinking out and away from the batter, it sailed up to the plate on a line, fairly begging to be hit. Jones smashed it to deep left field. Little Jarvis, who topped the visitors’ batting a, faced him next. Tommy smiled wearily at him, drew back his arm with that deceptive

he wondered vaguely why he did not. Transell had done his part, surely, just as he had promised. Let’s see, what had he said? “We'll do anything in the world to bring you out on top.” be Tommy pitched again. This time the batter lifted a little pop fly to the left fielder, who held the run- ner on third. It was the first out. The game halted while Transell conferred with Mifflin, the catcher. Train was in- cluded in the talk, but his mind was so con- fused that he did not follow it clearly. He heard mentions of “ squeeze,’ “ pitch-out,” and the captain’s parting admonition to the backstop, “ That puts it up to you, Miff.” Back on the mound, Tommy wound up for the next pitch. Even as his arm cir- cled he saw the runner set sail. So well timed was the start, indeed, that it might have been a ciean steal. The batter swung at the ball. Tommy could see that something checked the free play of the bat. The umpire held up his hand suddenly, At the plate, in a great swirl of dust, the runner from third scored with a _ headlong slide. After all, then, Transell’s action had only delayed “Interference by the catcher,” the official announced sharply. “He touched the bat and prevented a possible hit. Batter goes to first.” ‘And the runner who was on third?” questioned Transell, showing his white teeth in a queer smile. “He goes back to his base,” decreed the umpire. “No runner can advance, unless forced, on interference with the batter.” It was all Tommy Train could do to hold himself from rushing forward and arguing the matter. If Transell aimself had not walked into the plate and begun talking with Mifflin and the umpire there is no tell- ing what Tommy might have done. The boy wanted to when his first game, of course, but he wanted to

win it honestly ; \ and aboveboard. f yS He hadn’t un- derstood what his captain meant when he promised to “do anything in the world to bring you out on top.” He pitched a straight ball to the next batter, rather hoping the fellow would get a hit. Tommy felt-that the Hilltop team had been cheated, somehow or other; he wanted it to offset this trickery and get on even terms again. But the batter only popped up a little fly. There were two out now, with the bases full.

‘tur rT | slow movement that always baffled Jarvis, and then spat from his finger- -tips his hiss- ing fast bali. And—Jarvis whacked it back for a clean single. Tommy knew what the trouble was; there had « | been a lack of both speed and jump. When Kling, who had ai eye | lunged too soon Oo

or two to his left, Transell hesitated. Then, suddenly, he appeared to decide he must back up to make the stop. With startling abruptness he danced to the rear, stooping a little and scooping at the ball with his gloved hand, Off at the crack of the bat, the runner on second raced for third. As he passed in behind Transell, that youth backed squarely into him. Together they fell in a confused heap. “ You’re out,” boomed the umpire. The runner scrambled to third before he answered. The one who had been perched on that sack crossed the plate for the third time that inning. The ball sped somewhere into the outfield. “Who's out?” demanded the runner who had collided with Transell. “You are,” announced the official. “You're out for interference with the fielder, who always has the right of way. This is the third out, and the run does not score.” i Transell butted me _ purposely. “ The question of intent cannot enter into the ruling,” explained the umpire. “ You're out.” Tommy Train walked slowly from the pitcher’s box to the bench. “T wish,” he hold himself bitterly, “ that Transell had never promised to do any- thing to help me win. I don’t want to win that way. I don’t want to play for a cap- tain who wins that way. I—I hope we lose the game, and I don’t see how we can help losing it, either. They’re hitting everything I put over the plate.” As a matter of course, Tommy should have exulted with the others when his team scored four runs that inning as a result of solid hitting. But he did not. He found himself staring at Transell and won- dering how he could play that way, not generously and fairly and for pure love of the sport, but meanly and cheatingly and only to win at any cost. Tommy felt like chucking it up then and there, or else fill- ing the bases in the next inning and throw- ing the ball clear over the grandstand, that they might all score. But that would be cheating, too, in a way; that would be playing unfairly with the other fellows on his own team, who had the right to expect he would do as well as he could. So he went out into the box again, after Wenton had scored its four runs, determined to pitch his very for his floater, straightened one out for a hit over sec- ond, a wrinkle of perplexity grew from the top of Tommy’s nose to a point somewhere beneath the fringe of damp hair on his forehead, and when he began to find diffi- culty in locating the plate, and twice crossed Mifflin by pitching something the backstop had not,called for, he began to perspire in an agony of apprehension. What was the matter anyhow? He was still trying conscientiously enough. His team had piled up a generous margin of runs on which to draw. He had proved earlier in the game that he was fit and ready. And yet here he was, still strong, still cunning in arm and brain, pitching like some kid from the prep school. Transell sauntered oyer from his posi- tion at short to steady him; and, all at once, Tommy Train found the answer to his question. He was failing because his confidence was gone. He had been pitch- ing, not for himself, but for his college and for his team and for his captain; and his belief in them had inspired the confi- dence that had made him master at the start. But when Transell had stoop- ed to underhand methods, he had stopped believing in the captain. And he had_ stopped _be- lieving in himself because of some confused sense that in trying to beat Hilltop he was aiding and abetting Tran- se “Not quitting, are you, Tommy?” asked. Transell now. “No,” said the freshman pitcher shortly, and went back to his task. He hated Tran- sell and Mifflin and himself; he hated base- ball; he wished he had never come out with the squad. Hilltop scored only one run on him that inning, thanks to smart fielding behind him; but the visitors managed to add three more before the ninth, tying the score at four all. The game went into extra innings. In the last half of the tenth, with two down, Tommy Train came up to bat. The first ball pitched curved close to his side, caroming from his bat to the catcher. The umpire waved him toward first. “Take your base,” he ordered.

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8 BOYS’ LIFE July, 1914 “The ball didn’t hit “Tt ran up the bat.” “Well, it hit me,” growled the Hilltop backstop, holding up a split thumb. “ Call time while I have this bandaged, umpire.” Tommy smiled. me,” he confessed. After the injured youth had walked toward his bench, the official turned to Tommy. “TI told you to take your base,” he ex- plained, “because I erred on what looked like the same thing in an earlier inning. Transell claimed the ball hit him on the arm, but I doubted it. A while later, when he was at bat again, he showed me the bruise it left.” “Oh!” gasped Tommy, wide-mouthed. “T—I thought that was a trick like ——” “___. like his hitting my assistant with a thrown ball a little after that?” finished the official. “ No, that wasn’t a trick, either. As I pointed out to the other umpire, he stepped into line between Transell and the first baseman after the former had thrown. Your captain wasn’t to blame in the least, although the only possible decision worked out a bit queerly.” Tommy was leaning weakly on his bat now. Before he spoke again, he moistened his lips. “Do you think Mifflin interfered with the next batter after that?” he asked. “TI do not,” declared the umpire. “The batter saw fhe runner come charging in from third, and unconsciously stepped back as he swung at the ball, to give his mate a chance to touch the plate. Mifflin was in his regular position, crouched just behind the batter, and the stick ticked his big glove. He was more surprised than the batter himself. Then Transell came racing in, mad clean through, and accused Mifflin of acting unfairly, and said he didn’t want that kind of players on his team, and = “He said—that?” asked Tommy, smiling dreamily over the umpire’s head. ‘That and other things,” admitted the man drily. “I doubt if there is any way of proving—actually proving—that when he stepped back into the runner while fielding the ball that same inning, he did it through sheer accident; but after those other inci- dents that gave me a glimpse of his heart, I’d be willing to vouch for the fact that he did. Transell is the sort of a chap you have perfect confidence in.” “Tsn’t he, though?” said Tommy Train happily. “ Why, anybody who’d question Tran’s honesty would—well, would be very, very foolish.” Then the Hilltop catcher came back, and the pitcher snaked over his best curve, and, to the astonishment of the Wenton play- ers on the bench, Tommy Train made his second hit of the day. But it went for nothing, simply because Transell fanned immediately afterward for the third out. “Sorry, Tommy,” said the captain, as he walked out into the diamond with his pitcher, “but I did my best. .If you can just hold them down for another inning or two, though, we’ll get that winning run over for vou yet. Can you?” “Of course,” said Tommy simply and with perfect confidence. He was eager to be on the mound once more; and when he started pitching, it was like the old dream coming true again. His fast ball had the jump; his slow one drifted up to the batter with tantalizing hesitancy ; his curves writhed and snapped like the tail of an angry snake. He was pitching now for his college and for his team and for his captain, and his renewed belief in them in- spired a confidence that made him master of the batters who faced him. For the next three innings, not a Hilltop runner reached the initial bag: As a matter of commonplace record, in- serted for those who may wish to know which team won the game, it might be mentioned that it was Tommy Train’s sin- gle—his third hit—that scored the winning run in the thirteenth inning. He was ab- solutely confident he was going to make that hit. Tablet for a Boy Hero In Public School No. 40, New York City, a tablet has been erected to the mem- ory of Ferdinand J. Kuehn, the boy wire- less operator of the Old Dominion steam- ship Monroe, which was sunk in a collision last January. The boy had a chance to escape, but at the last moment gave up his lifebelt to a woman passenger. The tablet is a gift from the Alumni Association of the school, of which Kuehn was a member. A wreath of crossed leaves, emblematic of bravery, surrounded the wreath giving his name, class and the sentence “ Greater Love Hath No Man Than This, that 2 Man Lay Down His Life for Another.” How Long Can You Hold Your Breath? By WILLIAM BRADY, M.D. who used to patronize the “ ole swim- min’ hole” was a breath- holding con- test. The one who rejoiced in the pos- session of a real watch with a second hand on it acted as umpire and everybody else entered the contest with a vim. We had no science to help us, of course. Had we known the secret of how to hold the breath the contest would have been more spec- tacular. The average healthy boy can keep his face under water for forty seconds. Then he has to come up and grab another breath of air. Once in a while a boy may go to the forty-five or fifty seconds point at a pinch, but it is hard. Now, with the aid of a simple scientific application, this aver- age boy can easily double his record; he may even be able to stay under for two or two and one-half minutes if he doesn’t thrash around and use up too much oxygen while trying the experiment. The thing may be tried out in private, at first, to make sure of yourself. Then, hav- ing learned the secret, you can propose a contest the first time you get the chance, and when the boys have satisfied themselves about the forty seconds limit coolly an- nounce that you can stay under eighty sec- onds or longer, according to your private record. This will bring challenges and it is great fun to “show them.” THE Way anp How or Ir. Here’s the way to do it: At rest you breathe about eighteen or twenty times per minute. But you breathe in a shallow manner. Now, the reason you take eighteen shallow breaths per minute while at rest is that the blood re- A FAVORITE of pastime of the boys quires that much oxygen and has a certain quantity of carbon dioxide gas to get rid of. Supposing you sit down with your watch in hand and time yourself while you hold your breath. We'll say you stick it out for forty seconds. That is your “breaking point.” You simply can’t go beyond it, try as you may. But if you had some way of filling the blood with a superabundance of oxygen and clearing out some of the overabundance of carbon dioxide gas, then it stands to reason that you could get along comfort- ably for several more seconds without breathing, doesn’t it? Any Scout who doubts the thing will have to try it for him- self. That’s the way to settle these little problems. MASTERING THE TRICK. With your watch in hand, start in breath- ing twenty times a minute through your open mouth, but rather more deeply than ordinarily. Don’t overdo the breathing; don’t force out the air, but let it rush out of itself. The idea is to overfill the lungs and blood with oxygen and reduce the proportion of carbon dioxide. Keep up this steady, deep breathing for two or two and one-half minutes. Then take a final, moderately deep inspiration and hold your breath as long as you can. Don’t keep your eyes too closely fixed on the watch. It will make you nervous to see the second hand galloping around the circuit and coming down the half-minute stretch the second lap, and you still holding your breath! You are apt to become anx- ious about it—afraid you'll forgot how to breathe before you feel the need for an- other breath! You can easily make a rec- ord of eighty seconds. Some boys can go as long as two and one-half minutes with- out a breath. And the experiment is perfectly harmless at all events. It tends to strengthen the lungs and heart, in fact. Recorp Is 8 Minutes, 13 SEconps. Now you see how you can stay under water twice or four times as long as the untutored swimmer. Only remember you must not be out of breath when you begin, for the experiment would prove a dismal failure, the blood being so saturated with carbon dioxide at the beginning. You must do the stunt while you are at rest and you must merely stay under water and not exert yourself swimming while performing the test. Professor Yandell Henderson, of Yale, has tried these experiments on Yale stu- dents. In one case the student breathed deeply for three minutes, then took two or three inhalations of oxygen from a bag and then held his breath for eight minutes and thirteen seconds! That was not breath- ing some!

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At the Other End of the Wire A Stay-at-Home Scout’s Discovery on His Roof Leads to a Surprising Capture ATROL LEADER ARTHUR BAKER, Second Class Scout, was not feeling particularly happy as he sat on the hot tin roof of his city home one day in July. He was thinking that the boy who said “A Scout is cheerful” never had a run of hard luck like his. Arthur’s father, the Chief of Police, had had the busiest year of his life. It seemed as if every criminal had chosen his town for his operations. Several cases had been cleared up in the past three months, but just as Chief Baker had made plans to take a much- needed vacation with his family, along came the news that the District Attorney had begun an investigation of the race tracks with a view to stopping the whole- sale gambling that had been car- ried on by “the Syndicate.” That a chain of race-track pool- rooms existed in the city, Chief Baker did not deny. Who was at the head and how to get evidence against him were questions that bothered Arthur’s father and kept the whole Baker family in the city when Byron Dexter and Harold Amerman kept writing to Art tell- By J. VAN BEUREN MITCHELL tion. Mr. Baker was going out after sup- per. It did not take a great detective to discover that. Eating fast and looking at his watch every few minutes was proof enough for Arthur and he realized that his question should be asked at once. believe he was really to have an experience that was unusual. Sergeant Day was Arthur’s best friend on the force, and showed in many ways his fondness for the Chief’s son. The Sergeant’s twenty years as a_ police officer were full of adventure and Arthur never tired of listening to his stories. The boy’s expertness in using the Morse code had come to him with the aid of his veter- an chum and many a happy hour Arthur had spent listening to new tales or looking over the grew- some trophies taken from crimi- nals. As a telegraph operator Arthur could equal many at Headquar- ters, so Sergeant Day told him. This Arthur doubted, but felt that if it came to a showdown he would do pretty well. “Where are you going, Ar- thur?” said his mother, as the boy grabbed his cap and haver- sack and walked into the hall. “Only up to the roof, mother,” he answered. As he tiptoed up the stairs he half expected to be called back, but this time his luck changed. ing of the good times they were having at the seashore. “A boy who works as hard as I have to at school certainly de- serves a better time than I am having,” said Arthur to himself as he gathered his Scout equipment about him. “This might not be so bad if there were even a couple of Scouts to play with, but how can a fellow signal or telegraph with no one at the other end?” He turned his field glasses across the roofs to the high, uneven row of skyscrap- ers, but that was a familiar sight to him, and he soon tired of it and sat down in de- jection. The roar of traffic came to his ears from the street below, but his thoughts and desires had to do with the country— with long hikes across fields and through woods, and fishing, and camp-fire cooking and— “Arthur!” It was his mother who called. The boy started down the big scut- tle when—what was that bright something on the edge of the roof which glittered in the descending sun? Curious he had not noticed this before, He stepped to the edge of the roof. Then a shade of disappointment passed over his face, for the object that promised to be at least diverting, proved to be only a porce- lain insulator. A louder voice called to Arthur again through the scuttle, a commanding voice that was feared by every police officer in the city. This time the boy made haste to descend the narrow staircase that led from the roof, but not before he had taken one last look at the curious little insulator on the edge of the coping, which he noticed carried two wires. very cleverly concealed. The Chief, who usually had little to say, hardly spoke during the whole meal. Mrs. Baker was evidently worn out with the heat. Arthur’s thoughts kept returning to the two tiny wires strung so neatly along the coping overhead. The boy looked at his father a long time before he made up his mind to ask a ques- HIS THOUGHTS AND DESIRES HAD TO DO WITH THE COUNTRY—WITH LONG HIKES, AND FISHING, AND CAMPFIRE COOKING.” “Dad,” said the boy, “if a trespasser leaves something on your property can you destroy it?” The Chief looked at his son with the air of one whose mind was even then burdened with a great problem as he replied: “ The law offers no great protection to a trespasser. I suppose it would depend largely on what was left and destroyed,” he added, in a kind tone of voice that gave his son courage. “T mean,” said Arthur, “suppose a wire were left on your roof, could you take it?” The Chief rose, placed his watch in his pocket and strolled into the hall for his hat. Arthur saw that his question must go un- answered if he did not make haste. So stepping into the hall he gently lifted the Chief’s straw hat from the hook and stood looking into his father’s face while he held out the hat. Mr. Baker could not overlook the hint. “Oh, your question. What was it? Yes, yes. Why Arthur, the city tears down many miles of wire every year. No one except a telephone or telegraph company has a right to run wires across roofs in this part of the city, or leave wires on a roof at any time, and they must agree with the owner and pay his price. No, I’ve never allowed them to use our roof; it.is dangerous and I don’t want strangers run- ning over my property. All wires should be underground—all underground,” he added as he took his hat, banged the door shut and ran downstairs and to the waiting au- tomobile, in which sat Sergeant Day, one foot on the throttle and the other on the clutch, and grasping the steering wheel as though he expected a hurry order. Before the Chief was fairly seated the great car shot forward. é Arthur was excited. He could hardly 9 Softly opening the scuttle, Arthur stepped out upon the still hot roof. The sun had just disappeared be- hind the factories along the water- front. Arthur hurried to the edge of the roof and knelt down beside the little porcelain insulator. He took from his hav- ersack the two mahogany boards on which were his telegraph instruments. He una- hooked the Scout knife from his belt, snapped open the large blade, lay full length on the roof and reached for the wires. “Nothing doing,” he said to himself, as he straightened up again. “The chap who put those wires there sure wanted to hide them. They’re way under the coping.” A strip of two-inch plank lay beside him. A bit of heavy wire taken from his haver- sack was easily fashioned into a hook, which he fastened to the sliver of wood. The boy gazed at this critically before stretching out again on the edge of the roof. To get the improvised hook caught in the wires was no great task, but once more the game was to be delayed. “Staples!” exclaimed Arthur, this time aloud, as he tugged at the wire. “That sort of fastening of wires on wood wasn’t done by regular linemen, that’s certain.” It took a long .time, but finally he had the satisfaction of seeing both wires come over the edge of the roof, caught in the im- provised hook. Skinning the lines was easy, and within ten minutes a neat connection was made between one of the instruments and the two copper lines stripped of their insulation for a distance of three inches. Arthur. could hardly wait until the instrument was hooked up. Every nerve was set as he lay waiting and watching for adventure to come from the two lines whose copper cen- ter lay glittering in the twilight. It seemed an interminable time, though scarcely five minutes passed. Then with- out warning, three dots came clearly over the wire. “S” said Arthur to himself as

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Io BOYS’ LIFE July, 1914 he wrote the letter in his Scout diary, which was all the paper he had with him. He could hear his heart beat against his ribs as he kept repeating to himself the words that Sergeant Day had told him was the secret of his success. “When you've got a hunch, stick to it.” “What in thunder,” thought the boy. “Someone trying out the key. That’s no message.” Then came a series of sharp clicks, which in telegraphy might corre- spond to a man clearing his throat before beginning to speak. “S” came again slow- ly, but clearly. “Evidently the man at one end of the wire is no speed artist,” thought Arthur, “so much for my advantage.” “Are you O. K.?” followed a second later, still slowly. The boy operator was all excitement. No such message could possibly come through a commercial line. “ Private line,” thought Arthur. “Had a big day,” came the answer, spelled slowly like the first. “Can you come over to-night?” “B is out, don’t dare,’ flashed over the wire a moment Iater. “ Say, Grif, how about a getaway?” was the next thing Arthur heard. The answer came a moment later: “ Pickings to good. Wait a week. So long.” Arthur kept his head as he wrote the message word for word, not forgetting to note that whoever spelled “too” had left off one of the o’s. He lay on the roof for over an hour, waiting and listening, but nothing further happened until he heard the throbbing of his father’s motor in the street and: knew that bed was the safest place for him at ten o’clock at night. Sleep seemed out of the question; but, after lying awake it seemed for hours, Arthur finally fell asleep. He dreamed of robbers break- ing. into his house and be- ing foiled by a “C. Q. D.” message sent by wireless to Byron and Harold, who came to the rescue in a fly- ing machine. Arthur was awake early and ready for action. The Chief arose early, too, and stood before the long glass shaving when his son ap- peared. “Good morning, Dad,” he said in a tone intended to conceal his excitement. His father muttered his greetings through the lather. “Arthur, do you sharpen pencils with this razor?” he added. “Oh, well, I expect I’m impatient, though who wouldn’t get impatient — everybody working for weeks and still nothing do- ing?” he half muttered to himself. “ Enough to make ~ man peevish.” ever had his father been so talkative about his official life. The boy made up his mind that he would not mind a little comfort from his son. The papers were full of accounts of the “inaction” of the police, and Mr. Baker was coming in for more than his share of criticism. _ “Dad,” said Arthur, look- ing straight into the face of the Chief, “ did it ever strike you that Grif was the man you were after?” The effect of this speech was electric, Mr. Baker dropped his razor and came very near cutting a gash in his face. “Who’s been talking to you?” he snapped. “Grif has been lost for ten years.” Arthur was both nervous and doubtful now. The Chief saw his agitation. “Arthur, tell me whom you have been listening to.” “To Grif himself,’ answered the boy, and again the incredulous expression spread over the face of the Chief, It took but a few minutes for Arthur to tell the whole story from the discovery of the porcelain insulator to the good-night message of the greatest racetrack crook in the country, wanted in a dozen cities and hunted for ten years, supposed by some to be dead. It seemed beyond belief that the smartest racetrack swindler was finally tracked down by a boy. Fifteen minutes later Arthur went over the whole ‘ground with the hastily-sum- moned heads of all the departments. There were the insulators, the wires, the stick he had used to fish them up with, and last of all his Scout’s telegraph instrument that had done the trick. “ And who would the fellow at the other end be?” said the head of the Detective Bureau, a large man who had tucked his handkerchief around his neck and tilted his hat on the back of his head. “Coke Saunders,” said Day, who stood close to Arthur with an air of partial pro- prietorship. “It could easily be him.” There was no time to be lost. One squad followed the wires in one direction and an- other in the other. The work was very slow, and Arthur, who had permission to “DROP THOSE PAPERS BEFORE I DROP YOU,” SAID SERGEANT DAY, go with Day, got very weary of crossing roofs, climbing down to the street, crossing it and climbing up again. He stuck to it, however, although the chase seemed to lead in circles. At 4 o’clock the searching parties were only three miles apart and still going. Day and his party had climbed to the roof of an old three-story tenement, to the coping of which was fastened the two little wires. Peering over the edge, Day gave a low whistle and drew back his head and shoul- ders. “Third floor, just under us,” he whis- pered as he cautiously stepped on the stairs which led below. The room which the party entered proved to be empty except for two soap boxes, placed at opposite sides of the room. The two wires which the party had followed so long came in over the top of the window. A closer inspection revealea the fact that both wires went into the plaster wall and there seemed to stop. Big Sergeant Day frowned as he realized that his quest did not end in this room. “T have it,” said he a moment later. “ Next door of course, foxy dog. That’s better,” he added as he stepped out on the fire escape and peered ever so cautiously over the edge into the corresponding win- dow of the adjoining house. “Empty,” he grunted with a pleased ex- pression on his face which Arthur knew meant that the case was not in vain. “Clippers, quick,” said the Chief of De- tectives who for the first time showed act- ive interest in the proceedings. It was the work of only a few minutes to cut the wires and place one of Arthur’s telegraph instruments on either pair of ends. Then came the wait. A whispered conversation between the Detective Chief and one of his subordinates sent the latter scurrying off bearing a message to the party at the other end of the wire. The heat seemed terrible in that little, smelly back room of the tenement house. A thousand doubts seemed to flash into Ar- thur’s mind. “Suppose Grif had become suspicious? Suppose it proved not to be the hiding place of the notorious crook?” But the words of his friend Day kept com- ing to mind. “ When you’ve got a hunch, stick to it.” It was past nine o’clock and the Detective Chief had just finished telling in a whisper the whole history of Grif from the time *way back in 1893 when he first came to the notice of the police by a clever card swindle that he had worked on the trains between New York and Chicago, up to ten years ago when he disappeared after clean- ing up a cold $50,000 by.the old wire-tap- ping game. “ After the great train wreck of 1903,” the Detective Chief continued in a low whisper, “a body was found which was identified by many as being Grif’s. I for one was never convinced. It was before the days of gen- eral use of finger-print identification, or we might have made certain; still the hands were pretty badly cut up. You know, Grif had his left forefinger cut off at—sh/— quiet!” - Everyone in the room sat still, hardly daring to breath. The creak of the door was plainly heard in the adjoining room through the flimsy partition, and the faint smell of cigarette smoke was wafted from the window adjoining. Whoever had en- tered seemed to be in a terrible hurry, for the noise of moving furniture was plainly heard. Arthur suddenly started to hear the three (Continued on page 30.) Oe a ae aa om conta am 24 oe otk

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The Great Raft Race Bob Leonard’s Skill and Nerve in a Daring River Contest with ‘‘Black Bart,’’ Won His Father’s Job OB LEONARD B stopped at the foot of the steps leading to the office of the Stellington Lum- ber Company. For the first time he realized the responsibility he was about to take up- on himself. He heard the sullen roar of the river racing by at the edge of the town, and his pulses quickened at the sound. It was a challenge, and Bob de- termined to accept it. He ascended the steps and entered the office. “Is Mr. Crawford in?” he asked a thin little stoop-shouldered man at the bookkeeper’s desk. “Yes. What do you wish to see him about?” “T’d like to speak with him about the river work.” “The river work, eh?” sneered the bald- headed clerk. “ Well, I’m not so sure he’ll be willing to see you. Your father has placed us in a fine hole this season. Here we are with the largest raft we’ve ever put to- gether, and we've no one to run it to mar- ket. And what is still worse, the river is at the ‘fresh,’ and the Jenkins crew are ready to pull out. It’s a bad mess, young fellow.” “My father’s sickness is doubly unfor- tunate at this time, but surely you can’t blame him for it.” “Well, it’s a mite peculiar,” laughed the clerk, as he started toward Mr. Craw- ford’s office. “PIVOT HER! “What do you mean?” Bob demanded hotly. “Oh, nothing at all, but people will talk, you know.” “Do you mean to insinuate that my fa- ther has been bought by the Jenkins crowd?” “I don’t mean to insinuate anything,” snickered the clerk, as he disappeared into the private office. Bob clenched his hands behind his back and paced the room. He was aware of the feud between the rival lumber companies. Their war was fierce and relentless. Each year it became fiercer. It divided the men who worked for them into two factions and filled the little backwoods community with discord and strife. But the rival com- panies seemed indifferent to the results of their jealousies. The Stellington people, being the pio- neer operators in the region, quite nat- urally felt justified in fighting the intruders on their territory. The Jenkins company felt equally justified in fighting for a share of the timber. Most of the battles took place upon the By ELMER RUSSELL GREGOR Author of “Camping in the Winter Woods.” PIVOT HER!” BOB YELLED EXCITEDLY, AS THE GREAT RAFT BEGAN TO DRIFT SIDEWAYS IN THE WHITE WATER. river, as it was the natural highway to the nearest available market. Each lum- ber company considered it a point of honor to beat its rival to the goal. Good rafts- men were in great demand, and an expert steersman, a man familiar with the river and all its obstacles, was sure of steady employment and good wages. Jim Leonard, Bob’s father, was acknowl- edged to be the champion riverman of the county. Long before either company ap- peared upon the scene he had run his own rafts to market each spring. When the Stellington concern bought his timber tract, along with many others, and began their operations, he entered their employ, and for ten years he had taken their logs “through” without a mishap. For five years he had beaten the Jenkins rafts down the river. Unable to find a man who could beat him, the rival com- pany had made many unsuccessful attempts to bribe him into their service. His un- swerving loyalty to his employers finally gained him the enmity of the newer com- pany. And now, when he was taken down with a malignant fever just as the largest raft the Stellington company had ever assem- bled was almost ready for the river, the Jenkins crowd circulated rumors that he was shamming. The talk had reached the ears of Bob, and, although he was careful to keep it from his father, he had lain awake many nights thinking about it. At last his mind was made up, and he determined to take upon himself his fa- II ther’s responsibility, By doing so he hoped to prove old Jim Leonard’s loyalty and maintain the prestige of the Stellington raftsmen. Each moment Bob waited his suspense increased, and he was greatly relieved when the clerk opened the door and beck- oned him toward the inner office. “He'll see you, but he’s in no mood for trifling,” he warned in a guarded whisper as Bob pushed by him. Thomas Crawford, the managing part- ner of the firm, was a hearty, robust man of middle age, who had risen from river- man. He looked up from his work and nodded cordially as Bob entered the room. “Hello, Bob; how is your father?” “He is in bad shape, Mr. Crawford,” Bob replied, soberly. “T’m sorry to hear that. It’s bad for him and worse for us. Be seated; I'll be able to talk with you in a few moments.” Bob seated himself beside the desk and waited impatiently for Crawford to ex- amine a large pile of letters. When he finally tossed aside the last Bob braced himself for the interview. “Bob, what can I do for you?” “Have you found anyone to run the raft?” Bob inquired, anxiously. Crawford’s face instantly grew serious. He looked at Bob as if he did not under- stand. His brown eyes seemed to bore their way into the lad’s very soul, but Bob met his look boldly. “No,” he said, finally.

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12 BOYS’ LIFE July, 1914 ‘Then I should like to offer myself for the job.” Crawford started with surprise. Then he smiled and began to shake his head, and Bob believed he was making sport of the proposition. But the next instant he turned to him with an eager, anxious look in his eyes, and Bob’s heart bounded with hope. “Bob, do you realize what it means? he asked, seriously, “The Jenkins crowd are taking desperate chances this year; they intend to run through on the fidod. To beat them we'll have to do the same. “You know the danger. Such work requires a man with skill and _ nerve. We've only one man in our employ whom we dare trust in such an emergen- cy, and that man is your father. Think, boy, we'll be beaten for the first time since the Jenkins gang ' came on the river. It’s tough, mighty tough.” Bob remained silent. He realized that he was mak- ing a bold boast, and he hesitated about pressing it. It seemed like a_ wild proposition from a lad of eighteen, and he was thinking for some way to gain the older man’s con- fidence. “T’ve been taught by father and I know every turn in the river. The past two seasons I did most of the steering, and 7” Dad said I was——” he stopped modestly. “Well, what did he say?” Crawford demand- ed, impatiently. “He said I was a bet- ter raftsman than ‘ Black Bart.’ “Black Bart” Thompson, the Jenkins steersman, was second in reputation only to Jim Leonard. These two veterans had fought it out for years, until “ Black Bart” became reckless and “hung up” one of the Jenkins rafts, and thus gave the coveted victory to his rival. But “ Black Bart” had never accepted the popular verdict, and the rivalry between them continued. Now, .with Jim Leonard eliminated from the race, the Jenkins steersman was sure of an easy victory. For the first time in six years he would sweep down to the great lumber wharves a winner. Crawford looked at Bob, and the lad saw a ray of hope enter his eyes. “Bob, did he mean that?” he asked, eagerly. “He wouldn’t have said it unless he meant it,” Bob assured him. “Boy, I have heard some talk lately; it has got about that your father is sham- ming; they say he has been bought by the Jenkins crowd. It is a nasty accusation, and I should be glad to have it proved false.” “But you don’t believe it, Mr. Craw- ford?” cried Bob. “No, I don’t, but there are others in the company who do. Now, don’t you see that if I engage you to run our raft, and you meet with disaster, these people will charge you with being an accomplice in the plot? On the other hand, if you could get our logs safely to the market, and beat ‘ Black Bart’ besides, you would bury such sus- picions forever. You understand, I think, “GIVE ME THE CHANCE,” the double risk you incur by accepting the job. Do you still wish it?” “Yes, Mr. Crawford, more than before. Give me the chance,” Bob implored. “I'll not fail you.” Crawford was silent. He tapped the desk with his fingers, while he studied the eager young face. It showed the qualities which make for success—courage, determination and intelligence. Crawford was impressed, BOB IMPLORED. and he determined to back his judgment with the raft. “Bob, I'll engage you at regular wages to run the raft, and if you reach tidewater before ‘Black Bart’ I’ll double them. Re- member that I’m risking everything on my estimate of your ability, and I expect you to make good.” “T will, Mr. Crawford, I will!” cried Bob, as he rose and seized him by the hand. As Bob hurried from the office he met Holten, the shifty-eyed clerk, near the door. “Well, what did he say?” he whined, amiably. “Go in and ask him, Holten,” Bob ad- vised him, as he walked from the room. He hastened home to tell the good news to his father. “Dad, Mr. Crawford has engaged me to run the raft, and if I beat ‘Black Bart’ I’ll get doub'e wages,” he cried, excitedly, as he entered the house. The old riverman showed his delight in his face. The keen eyes, which had been dulled by fever, lighted up, and a smile spread across the honest, weather-tanned face. “With anything like an even start you can do it, Bob, if you’ll remember what I’ve taught you. Swing her sharp on the turns and keep clear of the big eddies.” “ They'll have her finished by to-morrow night, and Mr. Crawford said the Jenkins crew won’t be ready until then,” Bob said. “You're likely to be held up a day or “LL NOT FAIL YOU,” two by the river. It'll be running wild by to-morrow.” Bob did not tell him that he might be called upon to grapple with it at its worst. Both rafts were finished late the follow- ing day, and then the rival crews began to watch one another. Each feared the other would steal a lead, and both were deter- mined to prevent it. By means of pickets stationed along the river each steersman kept himself informed of every move of his rival. The river had become a raging torrent, and even such a veteran as ‘ Black Bart” agreed that an at- tempt to “run through” on such a flood would be a foolhardy risk of life and property. For two days the river kept them at their moorings. The third day the Jenkins steersman determined to take a chance. Bob was seated at the breakfast table, when one of his pickets rushed into the room and informed him that the race had be- gun. As he ran to the river he saw the Jenkins raft speeding down with the flood, and heard the exultant cheers of its crew when they caught sight of him. For a moment Bob’s heart sank with despair, and he blamed himself for allowing his rival to “jump a lead.” But when he came in sight of his own raft and saw _ itis crew already at the sweeps, his nerve re- turned, and he determined to beat “ Black Bart” in spite of the handicap. Mr. Crawford and his partners, with most of the office force, had hurried to the river when news of “ Black Bart’s” departure reached them. Bob went to the managing partner for final instruc- tions. “Tt’s a dangerous river, Bob, and I’ve some doubts about either raft getting through, but they’ve thrown us a challenge and we've got to accept. Do your best, boy; I’m backing you against the com- pany,” said Crawford, as he grasped his young steersman by the hand. “Till do my best, Mr. Crawford,” Bob promised, and he joined his men. When the last rope had been cast off the crew proceeded to work the raft out of the eddy in which it had been moored. A few pulls at the long sweeps turned it into the current, and as it was swept away by the raging yellow torrent a hearty cheer went up from those on shore. Bob swung his cap in reply, and then he gave his whole attention to his hazardous undertaking. A mile below the starting point he passed his home. He saw his mother waving to him from the porch, and a figure he knew must be his father looking from the window. But Bob had no time for fare- wells, for at that spot the river made a sharp turn, and, sweeping successfully around the projecting bar, he found him- self in the grip of the first rapids. ‘Then for the first time he realized the fury of the torrent upon which they had launched themselves. At almost railroad speed the raft pounded its way through line after line of great yellow waves, and s.r ii ai, Bie i” ee ae | all od an onl a

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July, 1914 FORGING AHEAD IN THE NIGHT 13 the roily water swept over the logs and immersed the men to the knees. The river was like an ocean, and Bob found it im- possible to make himself heard above its roar. But his crew was composed of vet- erans, and they needed few commands. They manned the sweeps with a skill born of long experience, and Bob passed safely through his first stretch of white-water. His success gave him confidence, but he knew that the really dangerous places were ahead of him. There were three or four “bad spots” where the raft might break up, but Bob refused to worry before he came to them. Although he kept to the river until twi- light he failed to come in sight of “ Black Bart,” and he was somewhat disappointed. At the little riverman’s hotel where they stopped for the night Bob learned that his rival had tied up three miles below him. “You'll never catch him, sonny,” de- clared the proprietor, with a knowing wink. “And say, you’re mighty young to be run- ning a raft on this kind of a river, even if you are old Jim Leonard’s boy.” That night after supper Bob assembled his crew in his room. He wished to ex- plain the situation to them and ask them to help clear his father’s name. “You fellows know my father, and you know he’s straight,” he told them. “ Now, because he’s sick, the Jenkins gang are spreading lies about him. You’ve probably heard them. They’re saying he sold him- self. To disprove them I’ve tackled this job. If I don’t make good, they’ll tell the same kind of lies about me. Boys, I’ve been offered double wages to beat ‘ Black Bart’ to tidewater. If you'll stand by me we can do it, and if we win I’ll divide the Are you game to extra money with you. make a big try?” They were unan- imous in declaring their loyalty, and Bob knew he could count on their support. At daylight the following morning they were again on the river. They passed through several rapids be- fore noon, but Bob invariably chose the proper channel and they ran through without a mishap. “ The lad knows his job,” said a veteran riverman to his companion at the sweep. “Wait till we come to the bad places,” the other cautioned him. They came to one of them late in the afternoon, and Bob realized that his real work had begun. The river boiled through a great gorge, and the water slid between the rocky walls at a speed of a mile a minute. The slightest miscalculation on the part of the steersman would demol- ish the raft and send every man in the crew to a watery grave. Bob had been through there each season with his father, but each time the river had been well past the flood, and the danger had been proportionately less. The thought that “ Black Bart” had “DAD, BART’ I’LL GET DOUBLE WAGES,” passed through successfully nerved him and he determined to duplicate the feat. He maneuvered the raft into the chan- nel and the current swept him through. The danger was past before he realized it. Bob remained on the river until almost dark, but he failed to come in sight of his riva!. It was discouraging. He began to think. It was evident that “Black Bart” was hold.ng to the river longer and start- ing earlier than he. In a day and a half the quick water should carry them to their destination. For the first time he had doubts about overtaking the Jenkins raft. The thought of failure overwhelmed him. What would Crawford say? How could he explain to his father? He left his crew and went to his room. Miserable, he sat at the window and watched the moon rise above the great black forest which bordered the river. It blazed the water with a go'den trail and suggested a daring bit of stratagem to his mind. Why not pass his rival in the night? The question startled him by its very boldness. The most dangerous spot in the river was less than four miles below where he had tied up. Bob tried to justify himself in making the perilous attempt by depre- ciating the danger. He acknowledged that if he failed in an attempt to run through in the dark they would say he acted like a madman. But for him the moon furnished a justifiable excuse. At that particular spot the river was wide and open, and he knew that its turbulent waters would be flooded with light. Besides, he assured himself that familiar land marks would guide him in finding and following the channel. The rest was simply a matter of keeping his nerve. This mode of reasoning made the plan seem feasible. The longer he thought about IF I BEAT ‘BLACK it the more confident he grew. It offered him the only chance to beat “ Black Bart,” and he determined to try it. Bob went downstairs and proposed the plan to his crew. They were willing to make the attempt, and Bob cautioned them to secrecy and told them to assemble quiet- ly at the river. Then he paid “in advance” for board and lodging which he knew they would not require and slipped away to join his men. He wished to keep the hotel pro- prietor in ignorance of his plan, for he was. fearful that some one might give his rival. warning. ; The men were waiting for him at the: river. They lost little time in casting loose: from the shore, and the great raft drifted silently away into the dark. Clouds had momentarily smothered the moon, and Bob looked anxiously at the sky. If anything like that should happen when he reached Wildcat Riffs he knew he would be lost. But he trusted to luck to banish the few clouds which caused him uneasiness, and guided himself by the shore, with which he was entirely familiar. At sound of the rapids toward which they were rapidly drifting the men grasped the sweeps with firmer hold and peered anx- iously forward toward the raging inferno of water into which they were trusting themselves under the guiding hand of a mere lad. Tense and silent, each man waited for the call to action. Having been accustomed in peril to rely upon old Jim Leonard, their steersman, they were now relying upon his son. Bob realized that the supreme test of his ability was at hand. The sky was clear, and the moon illuminated the river, and if he failed there would be nothing to offer as an excuse but his own inefficiency. For one brief instant he was awed by a sense of his responsibility. Then lest it should unnerve him, he drove it from his mind and threw his whole soul into the task be- fore him. ; “ There’s the Jenkins raft!” cried one of the men. Bob saw it looming up darkly in an eddy half a mile or more above the head of the rapids. He also saw a scattered collection, of lights, and he maneuvered his raft to= ts ward the opposite. side of the river, to avoid being seen from the. town. Then, almost be- fore he realized it, he found him-. self in the grasp of the current. It swept the raft along sideways, and Bob shouted to the men at the sweeps. For some minutes they were unable to turn it, and Bob saw dis- aster staring him in the face. But they worked with the energy of de- spair, and the raft entered the lon stretch of wil water head-on. Bob turned it into the channel and called on the men at the rear sweeps to help him hold it there. Twice, in spite of all they could do, it swerved from the course, and only Bob’s skill as a steersman prevented disas- ter. Each moment the danger increased. The men were awed into silence. The platform of slippery, tossing logs was a mere play- thing in the power of the river. Death lurked on every side of them. The logs rose and fell beneath their feet, great yel= (Continued on page 31.)

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How to Be a Good Camper A Famous Explorer Explains in Interesting Detail the Methods of Meeting the Requirements for the Scouts’ Camping Merit Badge By DILLON WALLACE Author of “The Lure of the Labrador Wild,” “Saddle and Camp in the Rockies,” “Beyond the Mexican Sierras,” etc. to be a really efficient Scout, should understand well the art of camping. This is indeed one of the most important features of Scoutcraft. Daniel Boone, Kit Carson and the other old fellows we ad- mire so much could never have lived a week in the wilderness had they not known all the ins and outs of campcraft—that is, the art of taking care of themselves in the wilderness and of making themselves as comfortable as conditions would permit under canvas or in the open. ‘A few years ago two young men from the city, who were spending their holiday not far from where I live, wandered into the woods and promptly lost themselves. It was October, the weather was pretty cool, and rain set in. When the young men were found and rescued, after twenty-four hours in the open, they were so chilled and exhausted that they could not walk. When they were lost they had a good supply of matches in their pockets, each had a jack-knife, and plenty of dead wood was scattered about among the trees. But they did not know how to build a fire in the open on a rainy day, and wasted all their matches; and they did not know how to build a shelter, which they might easily have done had they possessed some knowl- edge of campcraft. Twenty-four hours in the woods, even though it did rain, would have been a lark for any Scout who had won the Merit Badge for Camping, for he would have known how to build a fire and how to take care of himself. Let me cite one other instance to illus- trate the importance of this feature of campcraft. In 1905 I was traveling with one companion, a young student from New York, through the vast interior wilderness of Labrador, when one day our cande cap- sized in a rapid and we lost our axes, guns, most of our food, and in fact the greater part of our outfit. Smow lay on the ground, and ice was forming On quiet waters, still with no other tools than our sheath and jack-knives we were able to make ourselves fairly comfortable—for we had matches—and we suffered little hard- ship during the three weeks that elapsed before we finally reached a trading post, is exceedingly important that a Scout, which was nearly 400 miles from the scene of our accident, and the nearest human habitation. WHAT THE REQUIREMENTS ARE. Anybody can sleep in a tent that some- body else has pitched, or under a shelter someone else has built. One may do this without understanding even the A B C of campcraft. But camping, as we Scouts understand it, means far more than that. It includes the ability to select a good camp site, to erect a tent or other shelter in quick time, to provide against bad weather, and also to guard against sickness by taking proper sanitary precautions. The ability to do these things can be ac- quired only by practice and experience. Therefore, in order that we may win a Merit Badge declaring us to be expert campers, the National Scout Council re- quires that we must: 1. Have slept fifty nights in the open or under canvas, at different times. 2. Demonstrate how to put up a tent, and ditch it. 3. Have made a bed of wild material, a « fire with rubbing sticks or flint and steel. 4. State how to choose a camp site and how to prepare for rain; how to build a latrine (toilet) and how to dispose of the camp garbage and refuse. 5. Know how to construct a raft. StartinG RicuHr. We wish to earn this Merit Badge, and we wish to feel when we have earned it that it really stands for something that we really know how to do well. So we shall start right, and not be content with sleep- ing in a tent in our back yard fifty nights at different times, or in a holiday camp that somebody else has arranged and made comfortable for us. Some Scouts might - ’ DESIGN OF THE CAMPING MERIT BADGE claim that a back-yard camp would con- form technically to the requirements. But it does not. The object of this requirement is that we learn as many things as possible about camping by making camp at dif- ferent times, under different conditions. It will also be noticed that the specifica- tion reads: “Jn the open or under can- vas.” This wording is a little obscure, and as we wish to be thorough, for we wish to feel that we have honestly and conscien- tiously earned this Merit Badge when it is conferred upon us, we shall interpret the requirement to mean that on some, at least, of the fifty nights we are to sleep in the open without the protection of a tent. Burttpinc A SHELTER. In the open does not, however, neces- sarily mean under the stars. Indeed, it is intended that we learn to build lean-to or other shelters. A method of building a lean-to is described upon page 146 of the Handbook. If two trees cannot be found conveni- ently located against which to build the lean-to, drive two stakes at the proper dis- tance apart, lash the cross-pole to them near their top, and proceed as described. Sometimes stakes cannot be driven firmly into the ground. In such cases two tripods will answer admirably in their stead. To make a tripod, cut three poles of the proper length. Near the top, or smaller end of the poles, lash them together, then spread the butts, and the tripod will stand alone. Two of these tripods will make an excellent support for the cross-pole. . In case well-leaved branches cannot be found for thatching, grass will do nicely. In places where well-foliaged saplings are to be found conveniently located the lower branches of four or five of them may be cleared off, and the tops of the saplings drawn together and tied. The bunched tops will make an excellent shelter. This may be improved and made nearly water- tight by leaning poles against the bent saplings, tepee fashion, and thatching well over all. In making lean-tos or other improvised shelters considerable ingenuity and re- sourcefulness are sometimes required. Al- ways erect them with the back toward the wind. I have spent many a comfortable

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July, 1914 EASY TO BE COMFORTABLE IN THE WOODS 15 night in the wilderness under shelters of this kind, sometimes when snowstorms were raging. Making good, serviceable shelters is simply a matter of practice. Puttinc Up a Tent ALONE. It is required that the candidate for the Merit Badge must put up a tent alone, and ditch it. Putting up a tent alone is just a matter of practice. The Scout must first, of course, become thoroughly familiar with his tent; then let him practice until he has learned the easiest and quickest method of putting it up. Let us suppose it is an A or wedge tent— and this is probably the style most Scouts. will use. Select two trees a cOnvenient distance apart and stretch the ridge rope between them at the proper height, drawing it as taut as possible before securing it. Now peg down the two, rear corners, draw- ing the bottom of the rear of the tent straight and tightly stretching it between the two pegs. Be careful to keep it aligned at right angles to the ridge rope. Next peg down the two front corners, using the same precautions as in the rear, and also drawing each side taut and straight at the bottom from the rear peg on that side and at right angles to it. This done, the remaining pegs may be put in place. Any slack that may occur may be taken up by bracing up the ridge pole with two crotched poles, one in front and one in the rear. Should there be no trees between which to set the tent, cut two stiff poles a little longer than the tent is high at the ridge. Peg down the four corners of the tent in the position in which they are to remain. Go to the rear, and with the ridge rope throw a clove hitch around one of the poles an inch or two from the top of the pole and as close to the tent as possible. It will be well to cut a notch around the pole to prevent the rope from slipping down when stretched. Now lift the pole to a perpendicular po- sition. This will raise the rear of the tent into, place. Grasp the rope to keep it taut, to hold the rope and rear of the tent in an upright position, while you go well back, at right angles to the rear of the tent, and secure the rope to a rock, stump or any- thing that will hold. It may be necessary to drive a stake for this purpose. Using the other pole, guy the front of the tent in exactly the same manner as the rear. When the tent is finally pegged down it may be found necessary to tighten the guy ropes a little to stiffen the ridge. It is presumed that before setting the tent the section of ground which the tent is to cover has been leveled and cleared off by cutting out brush, removing stones and knocking away lumps of earth with the back of the axe. Dircuine It. Now the tent must be ditched, in order to carry off surface water in case of a heavy rain. For this purpose a ditch about 4 inches deep should be dug along the four sides of the tent (outside of course), with a drainage ditch leading off on the lowest side, to, carry away the water. If the Scout is called up- on to ditch a“tent-at : a time when no,shoyel or tools are at hand he will find that.a sharp stick will loosen the earth, and a tin plate will remove it. MAKING A BED oF Witp MATERIAL. Under the third requirement we must also do two things—make a bed of wild material and make a fire without matches. On page 147 of the Handbook instruc- tions for making a bed will be found. Spruce boughs, because they have a greater curve and more body and buoyancy, are better than fir balsam. Break, do not cut boughs or limbs with your axe, for this purpose. Boughs that are too big to break with the hand are.too big to make a com- fortable bed. I do not mean by this that small sprigs are to be used. They are not, for they possess no spring and pack flac and hard. But it will be found that with a little practice pretty large boughs can be broken easily with the hand. Grasp the bough around the stem and bend it upward and backward, and it will snap off at once even though the stem is nearly as thick as your thumb if it is a coniferous tree. If no boughs are obtainable, grass or dried leaves will serve very well for a bed. Free Without MarTcuHEs. A method of making fire without matches—by rubbing sticks—is described in detail on page 70 of the Handbook. Let me suggest that the Scouts of Buffalo, N. Y., have found that mice nests make excellent tinder. A mouse nest can be found nearly anywhere in the fields, and here you have your tinder ready-made. Scouts will find it interesting also to ex- periment with flint and steel. The back of your knife struck sharply upon flint or quartz will throw a spark. Either dried puff balls or fungus-decayed wood will make good material to catch the spark. This is the trick—to catch the spark—but a little experience will teach you how to do it. On page 147 of the Handbook will be found suggestions for the selection of a camp site; and on page 154 will be found a quotation from an article by Dr. Charles E. A. Winslow in reference to the water supply. These references should be studied carefully. Plenty of wood, good water and good drainage are the things to, be looked for in selecting a camping place. CareruL Asout Fires. In this connection it may not be amiss to enter a caution about fires. Choose a naked piece of earth, if possible, upon which to make the fire. Never make a fire upon dry leaves or dry grass. Clear away any surrounding inflammable material to, avoid danger of the fire spreading. Put out the very last spark before leaving it, even for a short time. In case of rain, or in any ‘case in fact, all articles that may be injured by wetting should be stowed in the tent. Usually if placed around the sides they will occupy little room and will not clutter the tent inconveniently. In case there is no, tent a lean-to shelter, well thatched, will be found a good protection. In this case the things should be neatly piled upon poles or branches to raise them from the ground. The lean-to, should have its ends protected and stand with its back to the storm. BuILDING THE LATRINE. For the latrine choosé a*spot far enough away to preclude odors reaching camp, and in a position where by no possibility drain- age from it may contaminate the water :upply. : Dig a pit about ‘two and one-half feet deep, two and one-half feet widé and four or five feet long... At each end‘and slightly forward of the pit firmly set a post ex» tending eighteen inches above the ground. sixteen inches directly behind each of these posts set another post, which should extend two and‘ one-half feet above ‘the ground. From the front post to the rear post at either end of the pit nail a_stiff crosspiece. These are to serve as support for the seat board, which should be about six inches wide and nailed to the crosspieces, flush with the front of the latrine. Another board nailed to the rear posts will serve as a back, and the front may be closed with boards. _ If obtainable, a quantity of air-slacked lime should be kept near the latrine, and at least once a day some of it should be sprinkled generously in the pit. In the absence of lime loose earth should be thrown in. Camp garbage should be burned or buried. If burning is resorted to, a perma- nent fireplace of stones, built for the pur- pose, will be found a convenience. No bones or other refuse should be thrown upon the camp ground or in the vicinity of the camp. Refuse draws flies, and flies are danger- ous to health. We have now covered all but one of the tests required for the Merit Badge in camp- ing. Let us be sure that we are perfectly familiar with them. Aside from the honor and pleasure of winning the badge, all of this is useful knowledge for a Scout to acquire. NEXT MONTH Mr. Wallace’s instructions on the fifth test, ‘Know How to Construct a Raft,” will be published in Boys’ Life.

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S’ Lm july, t914 17 itt TM aht by the Kodak Real Pioneering. These Chicago Scouts Prove They Know How to Make a Shelter from the Materials Nature Provides for Them in the Woods. In- structions in This Work Are Given in Mr. Wallace's Article, Which Begins on Page 14. Plenty of Shade in the Front Yards of the Homes in This “Tent City” at Camp White, Chicago. outs of Troop 7, Columbus, O. ve W. I. Miller. When the Bugle Calls to Mess. is? Si the Watermelons Which the Pensacola, Are Témy in for 2 Banquet. Packing Up. Boys of Troop 1, Hoboken, N. J., Getting Ready to Hike Back Home. Photograph from Mr. H. Mountrey. | ZATION MMMM

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Scouts and the Fourth OUR Scout Masters have probably al- ready spoken to you about plans to cele- brate the Fourth of July by some safe and sane method. Probably you are also trying to think up some characteristic way in which your Troop can show its patriotism without danger to your own lives or the safety of other people. A Troop in Portchester, N. Y., whose Scout Master is Mr. Arthur G. Clark, has been asked by the committee in charge of the local celebration to take part and also to, invite neighboring Scouts to join them. A parade of the nations with an American history division will be a feature of the day, and the Scouts will have a float in the American section. They will depict the American Indians, and the boys have made their own costumes, copying them from the “real article.” Scouts will march on each side of the float and will help in other ways. This is just a suggestion of what you might do, and if your Scout Master has not said anything about it, suppose you show this to him and ask him if you cannot get up some sort of celebration. Gave of Their Skin for Brother Scout The entire membership of Troop 9 of Indianapolis, Ind., volunteered themselves recently when one of their members, Willis Overley, was badly burned and the doctor said that unless four inches of new skin could be grafted he would be scarred for life. Since only four inches of skin were necessary, the physician chose only three of the Scouts—Stanley Ryder, William Kiser and Ashton Wood—much to the chagrin of the other Scouts. ‘lhe opera- tions were successfully performed and Scout Overley’s wound will heal without leaving a scar. : “Tt was one of the finest manifestations of brotherly love that has ever come to my notice,” said Dr. House. “The eager way in which the boys wanted to give their skin was ample proof that the Boy Scout Movement instils in our young boys the desire to help one another. Their loyalty and devoted friendship is a fine thing to contemplate.” Mr. F. O. Belzer, Scout Master of Troop 8, is proud of his boys, as he has a right to be. This Won’t Happen Again A Troop of Boy Scouts in Lowell, Mass., recently had a very impressive lesson in first aid. One of the boys was to take his fifty-yard swim in qualifying for First Class. He plunged into the water and swam a part of his distance, when the Scout detailed to watch his test saw him sink. Scouts immediately went to tl rescue, brought him out and by artificial Distinguished Scouts Report of the National Court of Honor for May, 1914. EAGLE SCOUTS. 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 Badges. C. LeRoy Kinport, Minneapolis, Minn. Arthur Kock, Minneapolis, Minn. Bruce ‘W. Emerson, Buffalo, N. Y. Kenneth H. Davis, Buffalo, N. Y. Willis R. Buck, Jr., Buffalo, N. Y. Milford Tracy, Buffalo, N. Y. Stephen H. Porter, Fayetteville, N. Y. Carl Schmidt, Montgomery, N. Y. Frederick M. Cutler, Wenham, Mass. Richard Kimmon, Dallas, Tex. Sam W. Clark, Dallas, Tex. J. E. Williams, Rochester, N. Y. G. T. Bynum, Tulsa, Okla. LIFE AND STAR SCOUTS. Life Scouts hold Merit Badges in First Aid, Athletics, Life Saving, Personal Health and Public Health, Star Scouts hold five badges in addition to these. George Andrews, Rutherford, N. J. Gordon Legg, Montgomery, N. Y. H. S. Urmy, Morristown, N. J. Merit Badges issued, 1,115. respiration restored him. He had gone into the cold water too soon after eating. It was a lesson which the Troop will not soon forget. They have drawn up a set of rules which they intend to follow in their swim- ming exercises hereafter. The Boy Scouts of Clinton, N. Y., have recently given a three-act pageant under the direction of Mr. Daniel F. Chase. The first scene represented the settlement of Clinton. The Scouts were dressed as Oneida Indians and had a camp fire and war dance. The second act showed scenes from the Revolu- tionary War and first aid and horsemanship stunts. Old relics were a feature of this scene. The third act presented scenes from the life of Robin Hood. Scouts Harold Sims, Stanley Judge, Philip Doans, Ira Billingham and Charles Williams then showed some of their modern Scouting and were resented with medals for the school and couting cont which had been conducted by the Scout Council and for which Mr. E. F. Torrey gave five gold pieces. 18 Pasadena Scouts Help at Fire At 9 o’clock in the evening the cry of “Fire!” went up in the famous Hotel Maryland of Pasadena, Cal. It happened that Mr. Herbert H. Hallett, president of the Pasadena Council, Boy Scouts of America, was in the hotel, but he had hardly started helping the guests to escape when the Troop 1 Scouts were on the scene. The confusion was terrible, as the hotel could not be saved and the guests were trying to escape with as much of their per- sonal property as possible. ‘The Scouts helped rescue valuable property—it will never be known how much they saved— calmed and helped the guests out and then took charge of some of the fire line ropes, under the direction of the firemen. Their assistance was invaluable and brought home to the people the worth of Boy Scouts to Pasadena. The “Minutemen” of Cleveland The Minute Men organization which Scout Commissioner De Lo E. Mook, of Cleveland, O., has organized and perfected was given a tryout recently under the direc- tion of the Commissioner and_ several Scout Masters. The boys formed in companies and marched through the downtown streets to the Hotel Statler. There they assembled in the ballroom and listened to a short talk by Miss Amelia Bingham, the actress. Miss Bingham is especially interested in boys’ work and is the organizer of a boys’ band in her home city. This Minute Men association is planned to facilitate the assembling of Scout troops in large number in cases of any great emergency. It has been tried out several times since and has worked better each time. Lucky Baltimore Scouts The Boy Scouts of America in Baltimore, Md., rendered such good service at a large gathering at Terrapin baseball park during the Easter vacation that some of the Fed- eral League authorities are planning to have a Troop present at every big game. The boys, of course, are extremely anxious to be allowed to be present at the games and will not shirk the most arduous work that may fall to their lot in handling the crowds. This call to the baseball park is a recognition of their good service under less pleasant circumstances. 1,200 Scouts at Buffalo Meeting More than 1,200 Boy Scouts of Buffalo, N. Y., and surrounding places recently par- ticipated in a celebration in connection with the Health Department of the city. The boys were addressed by Health Commis- sioner Fronczak, who will be assisted by

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July, 1914 BOYS’ LIFE 19 them in a clean-up campaign, and by Dr. William H. Tolman, director of the Amer-- ican Museum of Safety, of New York; Arthur N. Cotton, of the Y. M. C. A., and Chauncey J. Hamlin, who presented a sil- ver trophy to Troop 3, the winner in a contest in which twenty-five Troops took part. The addresses were followed by demon- strations, in which the prize-winniag Troop 3 took the active part. This Troop has its headquarters in the Memorial Chapel in Cedar street. City officials and members of the Scout Council reviewed the assembled Scouts. Scout Relay Race in Texas On Texas Independent Day, April 21, Dallas, Tex., Boy Scouts from the Bugle Corps and First Class Scout ranks bore a message in relays from Mayor W. H. Hol- land to Mayor H. A. Finch, of McKinney, thirty-five miles away. A stop-watch was held on each runner. First Class Scout Richard Kimmons won the prize, making best time, 5 minutes, 51 2/5 seconds. Auto- mobiles placed’ and picked up runners. Upon arrival at McKinney a farade led by the Bugle Corps was held. At the Con- federate Park, McKinney Scouts, under Scout Master Jeff Davis, met the Wallas and prepared a dinner ct a camp re. Dallas Scouts rendered very efficient service to the Council of Churches in dis- tributing “Go-to-Church” Suttons. On “Tag Day” the Bugle Corps, under Scout Master J. M. M. Vidler, led a parade bear- ing advertisements for the Federation of Clubs. Day Work and Night School Didn’t Prevent His Scout Progress The second Eagle Scout in Maryland is Frank C. Van Pelt. He is in the employ of one of the Baltimore insurance com- panies and while working all day, at- tends night school three nights a week. In spite of these de- mands upon his time he has kept up actively with the Scout work since 1911, is secretary of his Troop and one of the best all-round Scouts in the city. He has an enviable record of persever- ance and determina- tion and well de- serves the honors he has won. Here’s a question for you: If VAN PELT. a boy who works all day and goes to night school three nignts a week can pass all the tests and become a First-Class Scout, and then, in addition, pass the tests for twenty-one Merit Badges, why can’t all boys do the same? Can you answer it? EAGLE SCOUT Scouts Find a Lost Boy The Scouts of Troop 6 of Columbus, O., turned out in a body on the night of May 7 and searched for a small boy who had not been seen since he left school at 3 o’clock in the afternoon. After searching for about three hours they found him and took him home to his anxious mother. This ‘ news was sént in by Robert B. Streeper, Patrol Leader of the Eagles. ; See How Boy Scouts Clean Up Their Cities! IN SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH. HE picture on the left shows the T Scouts of Troop 10, Salt Lake City, cleaning up the vacant lots during the clean-up week there. Other troops helped plant the gardens of two widows, attended to the lawns of several churches and looked out for any old people who wanted such work dane. The Commercial Club supported the Scoitts by issuing a pamphlet which was sent to all the public schools and which encouraged them to as- sist the Scouts. The days were sub-divided into Fire Prevention Day, Back Yard Day, Planting and Trimming Day, Front Yard Day, Pick-Up Day and Children’s and Boy Scouts’ Day. The Boy Scouts’ Day was the climax of the whole week, and the Scouts -were very successful in everything which they undertook. The photograph came from the Scout Commissioner, Mr. John H. Taylor. TIN CAN CONTEST IN TUSCOLA, ILL. An annual Tin Can contest has just been run through by the Boy Scouts of Tuscola, Ill. In all 53,332 cans were gathered: and a few thousand are shown in the picture to the right. The first prize went to Scout Troy Tinn for the record of 9,104 cans; the second to Harold Harter with 7,717, IN TUSCOLA, ILL, and the third to Raymond *Chaplin with 6,496. Twenty-seven Scouts took part in the campaign. The Illinois Pure Food Commission were in town at the time of this unusual campaign and took several pictures of the piles of cans to be used in: stereopticon lectures showing what can be done by having Scouts clean the town. THE CHIEF SCOUTS OWN TROOP WINS. The Chief Scout’s own particular troop is Troop 1, of Greenwich, Connecticut. In the recent “Clean-Up Week” of Green- wich they captured the honors with a record of 29,000 old cans, gathered in and about the town where they were a source of polution and an eyesore. Other troops were not far behind them, and the result is a marked improvement in the town, and also in the estimate which Greenwich makes of the Boy Scouts. MORE CLEANERS-UP. Under the direction of Scout Master Scneder, the Boy Scouts of Alta Vista, Kan., recently gathered up and hauled away twenty-five wagon loads of trash and rub- bish. The City Council paid for the two teams and that evening proved their appre- ciation by furnishing the boys ice cream and cookies. Twelve Hundred Philadelphia Scouts in a Three-Day Camp Two special trains were required to carry to Camp Pell the 1,200 Philadelphia Scouts who went to their fourth annual encamp- ment on Friday, May 29. The tents—350 of them—were pitched according to a care- ful plan. : Saturday was “the big day.” After their campfire of the evening before the boys felt well acquainted, and they all joined in the games, contests and exhibitions. The Scout Commissioner and staff inspected the camp before supper. There was a “heap big campfire” and the boys had more fun. Sunday they listened to an address from Warden R. J. McKenty, of the Eastern State Penitentiary, and then went to church, In the afternoon they had a swim and broke camp. Troop 6 won the inspection trophy for discipline and general efficiency. The Scouts are now looking forward to seeing them- selves on the screen, as moving picture men caught several of the best “ stunts.” Elaborate Plans for Camp Leeming During the winter and spring elaborate plans have been carried out to improve Camp Leeming, in the Ramapo Mountains, the official camp of the Brooklyn Scouts. In fact the Park Committee have spent about $25,000 building new piers, increasing the size of the lake, erecting central mess halls and Scout Headquarters and other- wise preparing for the summer’s stay. Any boys who would like to attend this ideally situated camp should communicate with the Brooklyn Local Council for rates and rules of admission. It is within easy reach of New York City on the Erie Railroad, and arrangements could be made for short stays as well as longer ones. A Scouts’ Staff Rack Scouts often find it a problem where to keep their staffs in their club-rooms so that they are near at hand, but not in the way. A London Scout has sent the description of a novel rack for staves which is used in his Troop’s headquarters: Two stout planks, about 5 feet by 3% inches bv 1 inch, are fastened to the wall - — Qa ea Z a cam) ih iv > _ re a few feet apart and pegs of wood or empty cotton-reels are fixed to these planks at equal distances, as shown by the accom- panying picture. Staves can be then laid across the reels, and if each patrol has a rack of its own there need be no confusion or untidiness.

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. 20 BOYS’ LIFE July, 1914 From Dan Beard’s Duffel Bag A Torch Procession in Camp—My Bird Friends—What Thoughts Do—Great Backwoodsmen By DANIEL CARTER BEARD National Scout Commissioner, Boy Scouts of America. HE. most picturesque feature of any coun- cil fire that I have seen is the parade of Scouts with the lighted torches manufactured by themselves of the material found in the woods. When the call for assem- bly by the bugler rings through the air one sees a lot of lights twinkling in the woods and as they ap- proach nearer and nearer one discovers them to be the lights from torches held in the hands of the Scouts marching to the Council fire. In the forest where the trunks of dead pine trees lie prone on the ground, coated with a covering of green moss and beautiful little partridge berry vines, there you may find the material for your torches. With your tomahawk knock off the protruding stubs of branches, or rather I should say, “knock them out” because these branches have roots extend- ing into the wood like the roots of your teeth, and when you have secured them you will find that the butt or root is bulb- ous and heavy. That is because it is filled with pitch. Even if it has been raining for a week and the ground is soggy, you may split up one of these pine knots and touch a match to it and you will get a flame like that of a candle. Indeed, I have often taken a number of these knots, put them in a pail of water and left them there while I talked to the council and then taken them out of the pail dripping, split them up into small slivers and astonished the Scouts by light- ing the pine fragments while the water still dripped from my hands. HOW TO MAKE THE TORCHES, To make a torch, take at least four slivers of pitch pine each of size of your little finger, bind them together at the bottom end with the pliable root of a tamarack, the twisted bark of a white hickory, a string made of milkweed fibers, the inner bark of the cedar or any other wild wood substance; then force two cross sticks down at right angles to each other between the torch sticks and above these bind the torch sticks again so that the top ends, which are the ends you intend to burn, are not touching each other, but close together, all of which I have illustrated in my Field and Forest Hand Book. In all the camps of which I have charge, it is necessary for the Scouts to manufacture a torch of their own from the material found in the woods in order to win a de- gree in woodcraft. MY BIRD FRIENDS CALL ME, While I am writing this stuff for you boys out here on my farm in Redding, Conn., many of my old friends among the birds are calling to me. I know what they are saying. It is something to this effect, “Never mind about those Boy Scouts; come outside and watch us and you will have some fun.” I said “old friends among the birds,” and this is true because the very same in- dividual birds are singing outside now MR. BEARD IN HIS CAMP COSTUME. occupied in the last six years. whose song greeted me the first season | was here. There’s the robin back of my studio. There is no other robin in the country who has such a peculiar and monotonous song as this fellow. I’d know him if I heard him sing up in Alaska. And there is the little Perula warbler which six years ago was building its nest in the spruce tree in front of my house and which has at this moment a nest in the same spruce tree within a few feet of its last year’s nest and within a few feet of the different spots its nest has O yes, these birds are personal friends of mine and they come back every year. The catbird over by the Mark Twain library is almost as good as the Southern mocking bird in its mimicry. I have heard catbirds mimic other birds before now, but this one sits up on the telephone wire and perfectly imitates the old tom-cat when he is yowling and growling on the back fence; this is not the ordinary cat-call of a cat- bird, but an intentional imitation of a real cat. THE LAZY COWBIRD’S TRICK. Down by the Saugatuck River, the veery sings every night. It sounds as if it were saying “Zeery-zeery” while someone was swinging it around in spirals. In the sapling along side the brook the summer yellow bird has built its nest in the fork- ing branches near the top. A lazy cow- bird imposes upon this little songster by depositing her eggs in the yellow bird’s nest in the hopes that the little bird will sit on them and hatch them and save her the trouble as other more foolish birds often do, but the summer yellow bird will build another nest on top of the cow- birds’ eggs and commence all over again rather than act as nurse to the aliens. These same alien fledglings are totally devoid of any sort of gratitude. When another bird has hatched out the egg the first thing the young cowbird does 1s to Scouts Built This Bridge The boys of Troop 41, Pittsburgh, Pa., built this bridge while on a hike during "April. They fastened it by notching some of the branches and by using pliable young willow branches.—Photograph from Assistant Scout Master M. L. Crampton. try to throw the legitimate owners out of the nest. You see the cowbird’s egg hatches a little before the others and the young bird is bigger and stronger then the others as a rule. But sometimes this dead- beat cowbird makes a mistake and gets its eggs in the wrong nest. I have sent to the National Museum at Washington the two-story nest of the sum- mer yellow bird with the cowbird eggs in the basement, so to speak. A DISCOVERY ON A BIRD-HIKE. The other day when I was out “bird hiking” with my little boy and a naturalist friend of mine, a funny thing happened. We started up a big warty toad which amused my seven-year-old boy very much indeed, but the boy’s actions or laughter frightened Mr. Toad so that he made a big hop to escape and it landed right on top of a vesper sparrow which was sitting on her nest of coarse grass, lined with finer grass rootlets and horse hair at the foot of a tuft of grass. It is needless to say that the little bird was both frightened and astonished. She uttered a sharp clicking note as soon as she had breath with which to utter it, but never lost her presence of mind and ran rapidly with a zig-zag motion into the grass in an attempt to entice us to follow her. But we knew the little trick and let her go while we took a peek at five white eggs speckled and spotted with Rufus brown. Then we carefully retraced our steps and left the little nest undis- turbed. DON’T LEAD THE “ RASCALS.” All of the Scouts stand for the conserva- tion of our friends, the birds. And just a word of warning to you here; when you can avoid it, never approach a nest that is on the ground, because there are a lot of little rascals that live in the woods who make a practise of following your trail. Among these are the minks, the weasels and the foxes. Any one of these will de- stroy the nest as soon as it discovers it. It took me a long time to find out the miscreants who made a habit of following my trail and destroying all the nests I discovered on the ground. I did not even suspect who the nest robbers were even after I had caught some of them in the act of following my trail and it was not until a fellow woodsman “put me wise,” so to speak, that I realized what these little rascals were doing. Of course, we do not wish any creatures harm, barring starlings, English sparrows and black flies, but we do not want to give any unnecessary information to such arch enemies of the bird life as the little rascals I have named. WHAT DO YOU THINK? Cold blooded scientists claim that thought is only agitating or shaking the gray mat- ter of the brain. So, boys, sit down and shake that gray matter up a bit and when you are sure it is vibrating like a pot of jelly, you are thinking and will understand me when I say that everything you see is the product of imagination. The artist who sits down before a blank canvas must imagine a picture before he can paint it or put the form and color which he sees in his imagination. The architect imagines a house, a palace or a skyscraper, then he proceeds to put the thing he imagined on paper, hands the paper to the builder and we see, as a re- sult, a church, a Congressional Library or a Woolworth building, which is nothing but the thought of an architect. The thought is the soul, the building we see is the body. Every society, every organization was

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first a thought locked up in some one’s brain before it could become a club, organ- ization or society. The railroad, the trolley, the telegraph, the telephone, the phonograph, the mono- plane, the biplane are only the bodies, or outward expressions, outward appearances of the soul, and the soul is the thought or imagination of the inventor. Just so the Boy Scout organization was first a good thought.

ABOUT SOME BACKWOODSMEN. Keep that gray matter shaking, boys, a little longer, because I am trying to ex- plain something to you in such a way that you will remember it. The Boones, the Kentons, the Clarks, the Crocketts, the Washingtons, were all of them wonderful woodsmen. They were all as picturesque in costume as a pirate or smuggler. They were all men of clean lives and men of superior character. Washington is too| — = Be 7 well known as the general who conquered the British, as a statesman and the Father The Telephone Emergency of his Country, to be equally well known

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as a Backwoodsman, but Daniel Boone was ; a Thoreau, a John Burroughs, a John Muir HE stoutest telephone line But for the suburban and rural all rolled into one, with the vim of a cannot stand against sucha _lines reaching a scattered popu- Roosevelt and the kindly loving gentle : ° : . manner of a Quaker. At the same time, storm as that which swept the lation and doing a small business it must not be forgotten. that he was a Middle Atlantic coast early in ina largearea, it is impracticable man of action, enterprise, re ood, ° e " strenuous life, a man of many thrilling the year. Poles were broken off to dig trenches, build conduits adventures, of undaunted courage, of high like wooden toothpicks, and and lay cables in order that ideals, of broad visions and strong moral : : gee . soir: a seas tee © ak ee ee left useless in a each individual wire may be finder and a magnificent athlete. tangled skein. underground, That’s why I’m glad Boys’ Lire is tell- ing you the story of his wonderful life. It cost the telephone com- More important is the prob- lem of service. Overhead wires are necessary for talking a very long distance. It is impossible I hope you are reading it, and that you pan Wi will get other boys to read it, and that y ower es million dollars to all of you will think carefully about the| repair that damage, an item to qualities of Boone and write your essay be remembered when we talk (when you do write it) like a boy who Lo h h knows what he’s talking about. about how c eaply telephone Now, good night, boys—until the August service may be given. to talk more than a limited magazine comes out. distance underground, although More than half of the wire Bell engineers are making a LR (\z, mileage of the Bell System isun- —_ world’s record for underground \N WW € derground out of the way of communication. storms. The expense of under-

New Merit Badge—Physical Development | ground conduits and cables is Parallel to the underground To obtain the new Merit Badge of Phys-| Warranted for the important there must also be overhead | ¥ gr a Scout must trunk lines with numerous wires _ wires for the long haul, in order . Produce satisfactory evidence of habitual good d f h . ‘ g posture. and for the lines in the con- that the Bell System may give 2. Have no remediable physical defects uncor- . . ° a ; | rected. "| gested districts which serve a service universally between 8. Produce satisfactory evidence of daily practise | be f ° of hygienic habits and a thorough knowledge of a] large Number oO people. distant parts of the country. standard book on hygiene. 4. Pass one — each of the gee ay jumping, A M ER ICA N DE swimming, rope-climbing (or pull-up) events, ac- cording to nie acca, in the Athletic Schedule. E L E P H 0 N E A N D TE LE G RA PH Com PANY 5. Demonstrate proper form in running, high jump, hurdle and shot-put. . AND ASSOC IATED COM PANIES 6. Make up a daily drill of ten exercises for ; Scouts, giving proper exercise for whole body; pre-|] Qne Policy One System Uni sal S$ ice sent evidence of having practised this daily for six months and having taught the same to six or more boys for a period of three months. 5 7. Demonstrate reasonable efficiency in two out- THE PLUMB ANCHOR BRAND door games requiring physical development, and 5 give evidence of having taught at least ten games to a group of boys, and know ten more. NCHOR Keeps your tires air tight. S- Prevents leaks and preserves

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BOYS’ LIFE July, 1914 Stalking Wi Id Animals A Boy’s Real Ability as a Scout is Shown in This Merit Badge Test By FREDERICK K. VREELAND preparing for the tests in Stalking, the Scout should remember always that it is not N I the winning of the Badge that counts, but the knowledge and skill which make him able to win the badge. It is impossible to make any test that will prove the Scout’s skill in stalking under all conditions. Each Scout, therefore, should try conscientiously to learn the art of stalking in all its branches, and especially to learn how to observe and notice everything he sees or hears or smells in the woods or fields, Then when he succeeds in winning the Merit Badge it will be an achieve ment of which he may be proud.—F. K. V when our coun- try was young and scouts were not boys, but men, one of the most im- portant tests of a scout’s ability was skill in stalking. The scouts were picked men, chosen because of unusual skill in woodcraft and ability to meet any emergency. They were the men chosen to do the most diffi- cult and dangerous work; to go ahead and find the trails, choose the camping places, watch for enemies and _ report on their movements, and find the game that was _ necessary for food. They were the eyes and ears of a regiment or of a band of pioneers. They were expected to see everything and hear everything without being seen or heard themselves. In other words a scout must be skilled in the art of stalking. In these days, happily, we have no ene- mies to guard against and the wisest and most thoughtful people do not believe in hunting to kill except where it is necessary or serves some useful purpose. The Scout to-day is a scout of peace; but the princi- ples of stalking are nevertheless valuable and useful, and so important that every Scout should practise them. THE THree FEATURES OF THE TEST. The requirements for the Merit Badge in Stalking’ have been revised to test the Scout’s skill in three very important lines: First—Keen and accurate observation. Second—Skill in tracking. Third—Ability to approach the wild creatures without alarming them. THe #TENDERFOOT ‘AND THE WoopsMAN. First, “To know and recognize the tracks of eight different animals and six domestic animals to be found in the vicin- ty.” F the pioneer days THE TRACKS OF A THE §S (See description TRAINED This is a test of the Scout’s power of observation and knowledge of his own home country, You can always tell a trained woodsman from a tenderfoot, be- cause the tenderfoot sees only the obvious things that are plainly evident, bit the trained woodsman notices the little things that are unusual or out of the ordinary. For example, the tenderfoot walking through the woods will see a lot of trees that look all alike. The skilled woods- man will notice that one tree is bent in a peculiar shape, or has a knob or burl on one side. hen he sees that tree again he will recognize it and know he is on the right trail. The tenderfoot will be startled by Sevesweresscsssesenccecseees Reeeeessesacescsssscssseses seeaceessceccessssusanaeess the sound of two trees rubbing to- gether or of bushes cracking with the wind. The woods- man recognizes these as ordinary sounds, but he hears. the faintest snap of a twig, made by an ani- mal stepping on it. The tenderfoot walking on a trail sees only the path in front of him, which looks all alike. The woodsman will no- tice the slightest mark in the trail thar shows that some ani- mal or person has passed before him, and he will be able to read these marks and tell the tale of what has_ happened. _ So the first thing for a Scout to learn in stalking is to notice little things that are out of the ordinary and learn what they mean; to read the record that every living creature leaves behind him, telling the story of his life and doings. ‘ StuDYING ANIMAL TRACKS. The easiest way to study the tracks of animals is to go out after a fresh snow, when the woods and fields are covered with a soft white carpet. While it is snow- ing most of the animals lie low and do not travel; but when the storm is over all sorts of big and little creatures come out of their hiding places and move around in search of food, You will be surprised to see how many different kinds of tracks you will find. If you are fortunate in living near the real woods, you will see many more than the eight different wild species called for by the test, but even if you live in the city you will find many wild creatures in the surrounding country or in the parks. For example, a few days before this article was written, the writer started from New York City for a day’s hike in the hills of New Jersey and found tracks in the snow of eight different wild animals. In one place there were four kinds of tracks all to- gether. THE TRAIL OF THE RABBIT. First, there is the rabbit, which is found everywhere. You will know the tracks in- stantly by the two long prints of the hind feet and the two round prints of the front feet. The front foot prints are close to- gether or one a little behind the other and the hind foot prints are spread apart. Look carefully at the tracks of a varying hare in the picture on this page and see if you can tell which way the rabbit was go- ing. If you are a tenderfoot you will prob- ably jump at the conclusion that he was hopping toward the camera, because the VARYING HARE IN NOW. on this page.) round prints of the front feet are nearest and of course you think the front foot prints must be ahead, But if you use the careful observation of a real Scout you will see at once that that is a mistake. The pointed ends of the tracks, made by the claws, are on the farther side, showing that the rabbit was moving in the direction we are looking. How then do the hind feet prints come to be in front? That is very simple. When the rabbit hops, he alights with his front feet close together; then the hind feet, which are separated, shoot ahead outside of the front feet, and land beyond them, so that the long prints of the hind feet are always ahead. In other words he keeps playing leap-frog with himself as he trav- els. You will find this true of a number of other animals besides the rabbit. If you look again, more closely, you will see that the track of the second jump shows four round front foot prints—two on this side of the longer hind prints, and two beyond close together. Now do not jump to the conclusion that this was a six-legged rabbit, He was simply stopping to look around. When the hind feet landed after the jump the fore feet were lifted and placed side by side in front of them while the animal squatted on his haunches. Then he hopped off in the usual way. This picture shows also how wonderfully the feet of the “snowshoe rabbit” are pad- ded with broad cushions of hair, so he can travel in soft snow without sinking too deeply. The cottontail rabbit has much smaller feet. OTHER CoMMON TRACKS. Here in a city park, or perhaps in your own back yard, are more tracks which look very much like the rabbit tracks, but are smaller. The hind foot prints are not so long, the toes are spread and in front of each toe is a sharp little print made by a claw. If you follow this trail a little way you will find that it goes to a tree and that is the end of it. You will probably guess at once that this is a squirrel track. It may be either the gray squirel or the red squirrel, but you can always tell the dif- ference because the track of the red squir- rel is smaller and the foot prints are closer together. You will also find everywhere the tracks of mice. The most common species is the wood mouse or American white-footed mouse, which is found over almost the whole United States. The mouse when jumping makes a track very much like a miniature squirrel track, but it generally leaves a long narrow print of the tail. The different kinds of mice can often be distinguished by the tail prints since the white-footed mice have long tails and the meadow mice or moles have short stubby tails. The tiny little long nosed shrews can be distinguished from the mice by their small size. Often a mouse runs instead of hopping, in which case you will not see the track of the tail; but in deep snow they generally jump like a rabbit. These examples are chosen to show that any Scout, no matter where he lives, can find tracks of wild animals; and he should study them carefully and learn to know each one accurately. If he lives within reach of wild coun- try, of course he will find the larger ani- mals; deer or moose, foxes, raccoons, skunks, etc.; but even in the cities he will Design for the Stalk- ing Merit Badge.

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July, 1914 BOYS’ LIFE 23 occasionally find tracks of animals that will surprise him. To pass the first test he should know the tracks so thoroughly that he can describe them and tell how they differ from each other, and he should be able to recognize them without question when he sees them either in the snow or in the soft ground. A great deal that is interesting can be learned by studying the tracks of domestic animals, such as the horse, mule, cow, sheep, dog, cat, pig, etc., and learning to tell whether the animal was walking or trot- ting or galloping or feeding and how long ago the tracks were made. The Scout should show thorough familiarity with the tracks of at least six domestic animals, FOLLOWING TRACKS. Second. “To follow an animal by its tracks for one-quarter mile, without the aid of snow. For Scouts living where large animals cannot be found, a trail made by tracking irons or by a boy on stilts may be accepted.” The Scout should not only be able to recognize the tracks of an animal, but he should be able to follow them over all kinds of ground, In the snow any duffer can follow a trail; but when the ground is bare and dry the Scout will need all his powers of observa- tion. He will seldom see a clean, sharp track that is easily distinguished. Many times the only sign of a track will be a slight depression in the leaves. In other cases no depression will be visible, but the careful tracker will notice that a certain leaf has been turned over. He will know it has been turned over because it appears out of place, and because the up- per side is more moist than the under side. Ordinarily the side next to the ground is wetter than the side exposed to the air, un- less it has been raining. Sometimes on hard ground there will be only a scratch or a stone or a pebble knocked out of place. You will know the pebble is out of place because it has a damp or soiled spot where it was in contact with the ground, or per- haps you will find the hollow in which the stone had been lying. You can judge by the appearance of the spot and by the moisture whether the track is fresh or old. Usinc TrAcKING IRoNs. It is difficult to follow the tracks of soft-footed animals like foxes and cats on dry, hard ground, and it is usually too much to expect a Scout to follow such a track for a quarter of a mile. The hoofed animals, such as deer and moose are much easier to track, and these should be used for the tracking test whenever it is possi- ble. But if the Scout lives where such ani- mals cannot be found, the Scout officer who judges the test may use his judgment in accepting tracks of a domestic animal, such as a horse or a cow. In special cases where natural tracks cannot be found, an artificial track may be made by having another Scout walk with tracking irons (see the “ Handbook for Boys,”) attached to his feet; orif you can- not procure irons, a boy on stilts will make a trail that is just about as plain as the trail or a deer or a moose. This makes splendid practice in tracking, but the tracks of real wild animals should be used for the test if it is possible to find them.* *“Tracks and Tracking,” by Brunner, is a little book full of useful information to the scout study- ing the art of stalking. This One-Armed Boy is a Real Athletic Wonder EDDIE CARROLL. 66 HERE'S a lad who deserves to be rated as one of the most remarkable ath- letes in the worid,” said the sporting editor of the New York Globe in a recent article in his paper. He referred to Eddie Carroll, an eighteen-year-old student at the Bryant High School, Long Island City, New York. Carroll, the Globe says, started the pres- ent athletic season by capturing the broad jump, with a leap of 22 feet 4 inches, at the interscholastic games at New York Uni- versity. On May 9, at a meet in Brooklyn, he won the running broad jump by nearly two feet and the 120-yard low hurdles by 1 2-5 seconds. In an interscholastic tourna- ment in New Jersey, a week later, he made another new meet record, leaping 21 feet 10 inches. The crowning event of his athletic career to date came on May 16, the interscholastic games at Amherst, Mass. He leaped 22 feet 11% inches. Just how classy this per- formance is you will understand when it is related in the recent intercollegiate meet at the Harvard Stadium, the broad jump was won with a jump of 22 feet 8% inches. And this boy Carroll has only one arm! When he was a little chap he had a bad fall, and his left arm had to be cut off above the elbow. That handicap, which would have kept most boys from even try- ing to be athletes, hasn’t held Eddie Carroll back a bit. The most notable thing is that the events he enters are those which require the nicest sort of balance. One-armed people, be- cause of lack of practise, are often clumsy from the disturbance of balance which the amputation of an arm entails. Eddie Car- roll takes the hurdles in splendid form, skimming over them like a bird. In the running broad jumps, his best event, his form is perfect. He hits the take-off with- out the slightest sign of faltering, gets a beautiful “rise” and makes his landing with an unusually good finish. Already the colleges are wondering which will be his choice, for he has beaten the records of some of their best athletes. The photograph of Carroll which Boys’ Lire reproduces was loaned to us by the New York Globe. Chicago Scouts to Help Club Women When the General Federation of Wom- en’s Clubs meets for a biennial convention in Chicago, Ill., early in June, the Boy Scouts will assist the 200 members of the Transportation Committee in caring for the baggage of the guests as they arrive at the different railway stations. The Scouts will also conduct them to their assigned hotels and take any other means of assur- ing their comfort while staying in the city. Now Ready 1914 Camp Guide Find out all about camping. Get ready for yourvacation. The new 1914 Camp Guide gives you all the latest informa- tion about camps and camping—tells you how to prepare for trips—how to locate your camps and pitch your tents—what to take along— clothing, provisions, cooking, etc.—also ex- pert advice on hunting and fishing. You can also get full information about tents, canvas specialies and out- fits—everything you need for the camping trip. 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Make Your Bow and Arrows Just How, You Can Do It, and Enjoy Rare Sport, is Told Here By H. H. McCHESNEY Scout Master, Troop 28, Minneapolis, Minn. IAN OLE THE RIGHT WAY TO DRAW YOUR ARROW have been enjoying archery for a long time and I want to tell you other boys about it. I’m going to, tell it as plainly as I can, so any boys who are at all apt in using tools (and what Scout is not?) can make a bow that will shoot a good arrow 150 to 175 yards, and with which they may enjoy the competition at the target or, if they chance to, live where wild game abounds, take up the greatest sport in the world—hunting with the long bow. First, fellows, stop and think what a picture a Scout who draws his bow in the proper manner does make! The wildwood setting of the picture, the background of tree trunks fading away in the distance, and the Scout with his body held erect, the left arm straight out from the shoulder holding in the left hand the bow bending gracefully from tip to tip, the right hand with the first three fingers hooked on the string drawn to a point just below the chin in a direct line with the right eye. As the muscles settle into stiffness the time for the loose comes, and with the ring of the bowcord the hissing arrow springs away in a graceful curve toward the distant mark. On a hike is where the bow is especially useful. At all times the boys have some- thing to do, for anything does for a target, a piece of paper, an old tin can or a block of wood. Then, too, a hunt of the burlap deer (described in the Handbook) may be indulged in. This affords an excellent op- ] N Minneapolis, where | live, many Scouts portunity to become an expert, both in trailing and shooting, without which no Scout’s woodcraft education is complete. [ sincerely hope to see this grand old sport taken up more generally by Troops throughout the country during the coming summer. MAKING THE Bow. The tools used in bow-making are few and simple: one large plane, one small plane, a sharp knife, a small round file, a thin flat file with round edge and a saw. A vise comes in handy, but is not abso- lutely necessary. America furnishes many woods well adapted to bow-making. These, in their order of excellence, are probably as fol- lows: Oregon yew, Osage orange, South- ern red cedar, mulberry, black locust, sassa- fras, ironwood, slippery elm, apple tree, black walnut, hickory, white ash and white oak. Perhaps the best for the Scout are hickory, ironwood and white ash. Whatever wood is chosen, see to it that it has been thoroughly seasoned—at least a year, and it will be all the better if two or three years have passed since it was cut. Wood not well seasoned will make a bew of poor “cast.” ably has access to a pile of specially straight-grained and well-seasoned timber cut for wagon poles, whiffletrees, etc., but the city Scout must be content with the lumber yard. In either case the process is the same. Select a piece that is of straight, even, close grain, free from knots, cracks or other defects. Be sure and see to it that when the wood is sawed into pieces % ~ % inch the grain will be flat, as in Fig. 1. Now take your stick to the nearest saw- mill and have it cut as follows: Length, 5% feet, % inch wide and % inch thick. (These dimensions are for hard woods, such as hickory, ironwood, etc. If you have selected Southern red cedar or some other soft wood, increase width and thick- ness 3-16 inch.) When home is reached, take your stick to the work-bench and with the large plane smooth one of the broad sides, taking care to cut no deeper than is necessary to re- move the saw marks. Find the center of the stick (it should be 33 inches from each end) and mark with a straight line drawn squarely across the wood. At points 2 inches in either direction from the center line draw two other lines, also cutting squarely across the stick. At the ends of your stick make marks % inch apart and then connect these with the outside marks at the center by lines drawn with a straight- edge. (A yardstick that has straight edges does nicely.) With the large plane carefully plane the stick to the lines. At each end make a pencil mark % inch from the back of the bow, i. e., the first planed surface. Connect these end marks with lines drawn with the straightedge to the center. Use the large plane again to cut away the surplus wood, taking great care not to cut through the lines. Now with the small plane round the in- side of the bow till a section of it looks like Fig. 2. This rounded part is always held toward you when shooting. At points 1 inch from the ends cut the notches with the round file for the cord, slanting from the back to the inside as in Fig. 3. The bow may now be laid asidé for a time and work begun on the bowstring. THE BOWSTRING. This is best made of shoemaker’s thread, Barbour’s No. 12 preferred, waxed with beeswax. Run twelve strands of this thread between two nails driven 6 feet 2 inches apart. Detach one end and wax string slightly. Then twist’ the strands into a firm string, twisting away from yourself. Prepare two other strands in the same way, and to finish the string put all three to- gether and twist in the opposite direction from the first. That is, twist toward you. When all three have been firmly twisted together wax the whole string thoroughly and a round, even, very strong bowstring is the result. Make eye splices at both ends of the string and wrap the loops thus formed with a cord made of eight strands of the shoemaker’s thread twisted and waxed. Now slip one loop of the string over one end of the bow and put the other in the nock at the other end and, placing the end with the loop in the nock against the in- side of the right foot, grasp the center of the bow with the right hand and with the left hand slip the other loop into the nock at the upper end. Now you can test the strength and bend of the bow. If one limb bends more than the other, slip off the string and with the small plane set very fine plane down till both ends bend alike. If too strong, thin a The Scout who lives in the country prob- little all along. When of the right strength 24 ae. oo == 4 = FL ete etde Mm = 44 os we ee Com Ht me r= -? | OD OD

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July, 1914 BOYS’ LIFE and even bend finish by scraping with glass and medium coarse sandpaper, and finally rub with very fine sandpaper. Now make a piece of soft wood 4 inches long and about % inch thick, rounded on ends and sides. Glue this on the back of the bow so that one end is 1 inch above the exact center of the bow. This makes one limb a little longer than the other, and the long one is always held up in shooting. Glue a piece of plush or velvet over the handle thus formed. Finish the ragged edges by gluing strips of thin leather % inch wide over them. The bow is now ready ‘or the final finish and polish. The best varnish for bow and arrow work is that sold on the market under the name of ‘Chi-namel. It spreads easily, dries quickly, is very tough and elastic, and is also waterproof. Put on two coats of varnish and rub down with powdered pumice stone and oil. Now whip the string for 2 inches above and 4 inches below the nocking point with strong linen thread and the bow is com- plete. To whip the string begin at the cor- rect distance above the center and wrap about % inch of the thread under. When the required length has been whipped cut off the thread, leaving an end of about 6 inches. Double a piece of the thread, lay it along the string and wrap over it three or four turns, then slip the loose end through the loop in the doubled thread, pull through and cut off the waste. This makes a whipping with no knots to come untied. and night with a splendid dentifrice like — Or.lyon's PERFECT Tooth Powder Prepared for over half a century by a Doctor of Dental Surgery Dr. Lyon’s is the standard dentifrice of the United States time is the time for Good Teethkeeping Boy Scouts know the importance of cleanliness. But complete cleanliness is impossible unless the teeth are brushed morning Strange to say, it is much easier to make a good bow than a fair arrow. A good arrow is straight, stiff enough to stand the shock of the bow and not gad or flirt, has three feathers, a nock that is straight and true and some kind of a head or point to keep it from splitting when it strikes the target or the ground. Arrows may be made of pine, but are much better if made of hickory, ash or white oak. If the Scout happens to live where he has access to a woodworking es- tablishment the work of arrow-making is much simplified. Take the wood selected to the mill and tell the man in charge that N Army. Soldiers sew up the pockets of their blue shirts you want it ripped and turned into dowels N lonatiewine, leaving just enough space for a can of Dr. 5-16 inch in diameter if hard wood, % \ Lyon’s. This is a practical “stunt” that all Boy Scouts inch if pine. If a doweling machine cannot be had the wood must be ripped 5-16 inch square and planed round by first planing off the corners and making an octagon of the stick, then rounding it up. -Finish the shaft with sandpaper. Now the head must be fitted on. The best heads are hollow con- ical steel heads obtained at Headquarters. Cut one end of the shaft so that it is a tight fit, dip it in shellac or glue and drive home in the hollow of the point with a mallet or block of wood. The steel jackets of .30 calibre rifle bullets make excellent heads. Melt out the lead and ream off the flange, then treat as mentioned above for the regular heads. If neither of these a be eenney, aa a slit % inch deep in the end of the shaft, put in a piece of sheet iron % inch long, LOOK cut the same width as the arrow, and wrap with fine wire. The iron can now be pointed with a file and a good head is the result, like to know about. The remaining portion of the pocket is good for carrying the tooth-brush wrapped in waxed paper envelope. See that your teeth are safeguarded at home—in camp —on the march—by always having Dr. Lyon’s handy. What Dr. Lyon’s does not do only your dentist is competent to do. SOLD EVERYWHERE, Send for the “Handy Kit” Can of Dr. Lyon’s Perfect Tooth Powder. It’s a trial package mailed free to all Boy Scouts upon receipt of two cents to cover postage. Write your name and ad- dress plainly and send your request to I. W. Lyon & Sons, Dept. H., 520 West 27th Street, New York City. SSS SR RR MAAAAAISI IN 9 6 > MMU os MM, YY YET. yn though, of course, it will not stand as much as either of the other two. For blunt heads empty central fire .32 calibre cartridges do nicely. Simply fit over the end of the shaft and file off the flange. To make a hunting head cut out of hoop iron or sheet steel with a cold chisel or tin snips a diamond- shaped head 1 inch long and % inch wide Everybo- dy delighted with it. Odd, curious and interesting. Lots of pleasure as wellas very use- ful. Itisadouble Mi pe for i the wonders of nature. It is also an Opera Glass, a Stereoscope, a Burning Lens, a Reading Glass, a Tel pe, a Compass, a Pocket Mirror, and fi ii a Lar for exa ing eye, ear, nose and throat. It is worth all the cost to locate even one painful cinder in the eye. Folds flat and fits the pock- et. Something grea need one. Don't miss it. Sent by (Concluded on page 27.) t—you mail with illustrated directions for only 50 cents or 3 for $1.00 Nine-In-One Ce., Dept. B, Frenchtown, N.J

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26 BOYS’ LIFE July, 1914 Adventures in Electricity The Electrical Current—A Clear Explanation of Ohms and Amperes By ROBERT C. MATHES ductors through which an electric current is flowing. The circuit must contain a source of electrical energy. A wire connecting the two poles of a primary cell would be a very simple circuit. Com- plex circuits may have innumerable wires and many sources of electrical energy. Now let us see what conditions govern the flow of electrical currents. When one point is more positively charged than another, electricity tries to flow from the former to the jatter. We then say that there is an electrical pressure or a difference of potential between the two points and the more positive point is at the higher potential. Other expressions used to name this condition are electro-motive- force, e.m-f., or voltage. An e.m.f. may be produced in many ways. The most com- mon are the primary cells and the dynamo. In some ways an electric circuit may be compared with a water-works system. In the latter we have a pressure of the water in the pipes kept up by the weight of water in a tower. If we open a faucet at the end of a pipe a current of water is forced through the pipes by this pressure. Sim- ilarly, if we open a way for the electricity by connecting a conductor to the points at different potentials, a current of elec- tricity is sent through the conductor by the electrical pressure. Now suppose you were to open twice as large a pipe in your water system. You would get twice the amount of water flow- ing out. Likewise, twice as large a con- ductor will let twice the current flow. That is to say, a smaller wire offers a larger resistance to the flow of the current. Or, as it is stated by Ohm’s law, the current flowing between two points is equal to the voltage applied to those points divided by the resistance between those points. Expressed in symbols, this fundamental law of the electric circuit is I=E or E=IR or R=E. R I Where I is the current R is the resistance and E the voltage between the p ints. The practical unit of e.m.f. is the volt. A gravity cell has an e.m.f. of practically one volt. The unit of resistance is the ohm. A thousand feet of No. 10 copper wire has a resistance of nearly one ohm. If we put a potential of one volt across a resistance of one ohm we get a current of one ampere, our unit of current. A_ sixteen-candle power carbon light has a current of about half an ampere. We must not forget in the application of Ohm’s law to include the internal resistance of our source of e.m.f. A gravity cell may have a resistance of one ohm. If we con- nect a wire with a resistance of one ohm across it we get a current of one divided by one plus one or one-half an ampere. If A N electric circuit is a system of con- CLOSED | m4 J Fig. 3 ILLUSTRATIONS FOR SCOUT MANGAM’S ARTICLE, we put four ohms across it we get one-fifth of an ampere, etc. The resistance of a wire depends not only on its size but on the material of which it is made. Consider again water going through a pipe. If the pipe is rough and rusty inside the water will not get through as easily as if it were clean and smooth. Thus iron wire, compared with copper, may be considered to offer a very rough and difficult path to the passage of an electrical current. If we consider silver, our best conductor, to, be perfect, and give it a mark of 100 then other materials will rank as follows: Silver, 100. Platinum, 16. Copper, 92. Iron, 15 Gold, 70. Nickel, 12 Aluminum, 50. Lead, 1.7. Zinc, 26. Mercury, 1.5. BOYS’ LIFE will be glad to examine any articles sent in by boys describing their interesting adventures in electricity. An Advanced Signal Apparatus By ELLIOTT MANGAM, First Class Scout. HIS signal apparatus is designed espe- i cially for those who have become quite proficient in signaling and those who wish to take up high speed work. It can be used for the regular Morse code, but it is designed for Wig-Wag. As the longest letter has only a combination of four units, a higher rate of speed can be made in this code than in any other code used by Scouts. For beginners and those who do not care about speed the apparatus [ described in the January Boys’ Lire is satisfactory. After a little practice on this new machine surprising speed can be made and I feel sure that anybody who makes one of these machines will feel highly re- paid for his labor. MAKING THE MACHINE, Obtain two large sheets of jigsaw wood about 16x24 inches in size. Divide the length in half and saw across one of the pieces so you will have two pieces 12x16 inches. Lay these aside and cut two pieces 4x12 inches, two 4x15% inches and one piece 4x16 inches from the other piece of wood. Now, using the 4x12-inch and 4x16-inch pieces, make a box without one long side and without one cover. Then take the 4x 15%4-inch pieces and form them into a letter L as shown in Fig 1, A being an end view and B the front view. The L is hinged to the other 12x16-inch piece and that is hinged to the box as shown in Figs. 2 and 5 and the (opened) view. Eight keys are made of sheet copper as in Fig. 6, the knobs for which can be ob- tained for a small price at an electrical sup- ply house, or can be made by sawing a small spool in half and plugging up the hole, after which the halves are fastened to the strips. They are then mounted as in Fig. 3, the contact points being thumb tacks. Eight sockets are mounted in the L, as , shown in the illustrations, and are fitted with an alternate red and white bulb, start- ing at the left with a red bulb. The bulbs used are the kind used on Christmas trees, tungstens being worth the difference in cost. How It Is OPERATED. The keys on the left operate the red bulbs and the keys on the right operate the white bulbs. The letters are made by flashing on a whole letter at once, as, for example, the letter 4 would be the first two keys on the right, as it is 2-2, and B would be the first and third keys on the left and the first two keys on the right, as it is 1-2-2-1-. It is a good plan to number the keys, as in Fig. 3, in which the wiring is also shown. The lights are partitioned off from each other by a small triangular piece of wood ea oe ae ee ie eas ok am De tp te nee ont 6 6k oe De oe ot oe ot Oe ee i) in nonin « nh. ao. nen 2. = Akh

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and the cover is kept from falling over by a piece of brass chain, as in the (opened) view. Fig. 4 shows how three batteries are placed in the case and Fig. 5 shows how the L part is turned over to form the end. A handle and a hook, as in the (closed) view, complete the machine, which if finished in leatherette (which can be gotten from a trunk or bag repairer) looks like a small valise. Now you are ready to signal. The red lights are No. 1, the white lights are No. 2 and the whole lights at once are No. 3. If you find any trouble or anything is not clear to you write to me in care of Boys’ Lire and [ will be glad to try to help you out.

Make Your Bow and Arrow (Continued from page 25.) having a tang % inch long. Put this in a slit sawed in the end of the shaft and wrap with fine wire. The shaft may now be cut to its proper length of 25 inches and the nock cut. Saw a slit %4 inch deep in the unpointed end of the shaft. Enlarge this with a knife and finally finish with the round-edged flat file. See to it that the nock is in the center of the shaft and that its edges are true and smooth. FEATHERING THE ARROW. The arrow is now ready for the most delicate operation of all—the feathering. Three feathers are used, all from the same side of the bird. The wing feathers of geese and turkeys are the best, but any feather that is broad enough and stiff enough will do. Strip off the broad side of the feather by beginning at the end and working toward the quill. Cut the long strip into pieces 2 inches long. At right angles to the nock, 1% inches from it, glue one of these strips, as shown in Fig. 4 This is called the “cock” feather and should be selected or stained a different color from the other two. It is always held to the left in shooting. Glue the other two feathers on the shaft so that they are one-third the circumference of the shaft from it, Fig. 4. The best glue for arrow making is equal parts of best commercial glue and Russian isinglass boiled in half alcohol and half water. However, for most work Le Page’s liquid glue is all right. After the glue has dried thoroughly —an hour is ample time—the feathers should be trimmed evenly and neatly with, a pair of sharp scissors. Cut them about 3% inch wide at the end next the nock and taper to about 3-16 at the other end (Fig. 5). The feathers of the Scouting arrow should not be cut, but left full width (Fig. 6). Painting the arrow is the last step. With a good waterproof paint and a fine brush paint between the feathers, covering the ribs of the feathers, but taking care not to get any paint on the vanes. Carry this down 8 inches below the lower end of the feathers. This is known as the “ shaft- ment.” When the paint is dry put a coat of varnish over the entire arrow, shaftment and all. This will protect the arrow from the damp. At the lower end of the shaft- ment paint one, two or three rings of some color which harmonizes well with the color of the shaftment. This is the “crest,” and no arrow is complete without it. It also serves as an owner’s mark. If the directions have been followed faithfully and the work done carefully the Scout will now have a bow and arrow but little inferior to those in the stores.

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The standard price for a high-grade tire is $4.25 apiece. Of course, lesser tires sell at lower prices. But the several leading makes still cost you $4.25 per tire. In the Goodyear-Akron you get the ut- most quality for $2.48 per tire. You get Goodyear quality—the best tires men can build. You get it for $2.48 per tire because this is the world’s largest tire plant. Enormous output and modern cent.

equip- ment have brought cost down and down. And our average OOD profit last year was 6% per AKRON, OHIO THE GOODYEAR TIRE & RUBBER COMPANY, Dept. 203, Akron, Ohio Remember that Goodyear Automobile tires hold top place in Tiredom. They outsell any other. So do Goodyear Motorcycle tires. The Goodyear-Akron single-tube Bicycle tire is made by the same experts, in the same fac- tory, and by the same Goodyear standards. How to Get Them.—Order from us direct, For the plain tread, send $2.48 per tire. For the non-skid, send $2.75 per tire. If we have a dealer near you, order will YEAR “ filled through him, Other- wise we send by Parcel Posi. YEAR Ww: ask direct orders, because all dealers are not yet supplied.

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BOYS’ LIFE July, 1914 THE FLEET SCHOOL Highland Lake, Fiat Rock, N. C. 2 -q wd SCOUT ACADEMY t preparatory school for boys in the ‘United States to adopt as s of recreation and discipline, THE BOY SCOUT SCHEME bene Preparatory and Academic courses. Heal 1 and bracing climate. 2,200 feet above sea level. Mild in winter and cool in spring and fall. Mountains and lake on school prop- erty afford splendid opportunities for boating, fishing, swimming, hikes, camping, tracking and scouting 3 on its branches practically the year ‘round. Well kept . links, tennis courts, athletic fields and al reations. Commodious buildings with all modern conveniences. Well equipped — The boys are surrounded by home influences, and the daily routine is a well ordered combination of work and play. The scout principles of honor and efficiency form the basis of discipline and afford an ideal feature life. The scout ‘work and discipline will be under the supervision of a Princeton graduate, formerly National Field Secretary of the Boy Scouts of America, who has had wide practical experience in scout work, For catalogue address % SELDON FLEET, Rock, N. C., or H, E, SHAF- FER, Master, 47 5. “ust St., New York City (Until Sept. 15, 1914 ud Riding at Culver Riding at Culver is the real thing— splendid lot of horses, expert train- ing. But riding is only one of the many features that make Culver military life alive with-interest. The catalogue gives the others, When applying for catalogue state age and height. Address The Superintendent’s Aide, CLVER Military Academy CULVER, IND. (On Lake Maxinkuckee) CAMP ARCHIBALD BUTT on Chesapeake Bay A NATIONAL SCOUT CAMP A a camp for Boy Scouts and Scout d scouting and sea scouting fea- — Site combines woodland life with that of the seashore. Surf bathing and deep water nag Full equipment, large two-story mess fleet of rowboats, sailboats, cruising schooner, and motor boat. Wireless station, camp masters and scout masters school. Com- potent camp directors. Camp under the direc- f Baltimore and Washington Local Coun- us and full information an” om request. ddress E, S. MARTIN, Scout aiatons, No. 3 District Building, Washington, D. ! Not much, but enough to make your vacation pleas- ant—or perhaps to go off with. Will you work a few days for us? In your home town? It’s easy and pays well. Any boy of 12 to 20 can do it. All I want is your name and one reference. Ad- dress Lundborg’s Distributing De- partment, 181 No. Arlington Ave., East Orange, N. J. Reference—The Essex County Trust Co. Our Lonesome Corner Boys All Over the World Exchanging Letters Through Boys’ Life— Why Don’t You Join In? Lire starts friendships which may last through the lives of the boys. Why don’t you join in the list? Pick a name from the ones that follow—all these boys want you to write them. If you have a special interest, look for that, if not, take a chance. There are foreigners who are eagerly watching every United States mail arrival, hoping they will receive a letter from some overseas brother. They may be dis- appointed, but don’t let that be your fault. The obligation will not be all on their side, either, for there are many things which Swedish or Chinese or Turkish boys can tell that will make your eyes open. We have published a good many names of oversea Scouts, but in case you have lost your back copies of Boys’ Lire we will repeat them just this once. After this, better keep the Lonesome Corner lists to- gether, so you will have a complete record of the family as it grows. J UST think of it! Every month Boys’ WRITE TO THESE OVERSEA SCOUTS. Kurt Anderson, Sweden. Eric Bolin, Sweden. Canadian Boy Scouts, through their headquarters. Ben Harding, China. Franz Kranner, Austria. Harry Ledin, Sweden. Nelson E. P. Lin, China. Arendt de Younge, Sweden. Inge Birger, Sweden. Hilding Bursell Sweden. Robert Eriksson, Sweden. Ernest Gallandre, Switzerland. Yoshikuni Hosoda, Japan. Gunnar Landstrom, Sweden. Radwick Legris, Canada. N. Matsuoka, Japan. Costandi Andria, Egypt. Achilles Conyumdyopouls, Egypt. Ghulam Iblihaj, Persia. Now don’t wait for these boys to write to you, or just put “I want to cor- respond with foreign Scouts” on your letter, but show some initiative and write the first letter yourself. Do boys read rules? Often not, we fear, from the number of letters we get which do not follow the very simple ones we lay down. We cannot pay your postage, and if you want your letter forwarded your stamp must be uncanceled, and of the right denomination—5 cents if to go abroad, 2 cents. for America, Canada or England. So address an envelope with simply the boy’s name, stamp it, do not seal it, and put this.in an envelope ad- dressed to the boy in care of Boys’ Lire. This we will open and forward the en- closure to the person for whom it is in- tended. NEW BOYS TO WRITE TO. Now here are the new names for this month. Don’t they sound like an inter- esting lot of fellows? Each one wants to hear from other Scouts. Will he hear from you? Philip F. Howerton, Virginia, Walter Briggs, New York. George F. Campbell, Ohio. M. V. Dunmire, South Dakota. a Kaeppler, New York. illiam Levin, Connecticut. Donald Metcalf, Minnesota. Arthur M, Mills, Rhode Island. Abby Piper, Tennessee. Daniel Merritt Sherwood, Pennsylvania. George J. Sprague, California. Benjamin Timerlay, Virginia. Paul Winans, Pennsylvania. James Edward Law, Jr., West Virginia. Obed Avinger, South Carolina. Robert P. Brooks, Massachusetts. Merle Cleveland, New Jersey. Walter Holzberger, Ohio. Alva W. Leitch, Wisconsin. Edwin Long, Pennsylvania. Louis Miller, Michigan. Faymond Peterson, Texas. Pirnie Russell, Texas. W. H. Sown, Michigan. Carl Thompson, Ohio. Treo> No, 1, Elmer, New York. Russell Worman, New Jersey. WHICH SUBJECT OR PLACE INTERESTS you? The following boys have expressed a desire to correspond with boys interested in some particular subject, or boys who live in some special city, State or coun- try: Edward Baumann, New Jersey, building small rac- ing vachts. Leonard Sanford, Michigan, English Scouts. Charles Downs, Illinois, photography and signaling. Everett J. Ford, New Jersey, wireless. Leo B. “Wilcox, electricity and wireless. Sanford Adams, Kansas, East and Canada. Harlan Taylor, Tennessee, pathfinding, Chas. A. Sargent, Massachusetts, photography and forestry Geo. W. Knight, Massachusetts, wireless telegraphy. Harrison Wood, New Jersey, agriculture and truck farming. Robert D. Howerton, Virginia, Scouts in foreign lands and Canada. Kenneth Abbot, Iowa, Scotland and Norway. Delburt Adams, Oklahoma, photography. Willard H. Atherly, Washington, foreign Scouts and Scouts living around the Great Lakes. Charles L. Benbow, Texas., magic tricks. Andrew Brake, Michigan, wireless. Andrew Bratager, Minnesota, foreign Scouts, ex- change pictures. Marden G. Cooke, California, Scouts in California and foreign Scouts. David Corkian, Vermont, England and Canal Zone, Robert Curtis, Michigan, Japan or Norway, ex- change photos. George Dickinson, New Jersey, stamps, foreign Scouts. Weir H. Ditts, Kansas, foreign Scouts and cycling. Edward Elbert, Kentucky, Canal Zone. Marshall Farrier, Texas, boys in New York. qoreph fa Gephart, Pennsylvania, relics of Indians, -~ Ohio, Assistant Scout Master in To- ronto, Can. Leeon Hayden, Oklahoma, wireless. Ralph Hazard, Pennsylvania, Scouts in the West. Frederick Holmes, Jr., Michigan, stamps; boys liv- ing in Canal Zone, Philippine Islands, Hawai- ian Islands. Chas. H. Howell, Georgia, West or North, Gerald Hunt, Montana, boys in the East. Austin Kendall, Colo., boys earning merit badges. Louis Klopfer, New York City, foreign countries. Douglas Mathews, Georgia, Texas and Idaho. John McPeppin, Vermont, cycling and German Scouts. William B. Porter, Pennsylvania, photography, Theodore R. Robie, Massachusetts, foreign Scouts. Warner Sauber, Michigan, wireless. a Schroeder, Illinois, England and Western States. Silver Fox Patrol, Troop 5, Glens Falls, N. Y., Scouts in other troops. Harold Skelton, Nebraska, foreign Scouts. Robert B. Streener, Ohio, poultry. Earl B. Taylor, New York, boys in Cleveland. Wallace Tippin, Georgia, boys in Mexico or along border. Owen Whitney, Colorado, specimens and nature. Irving Williamson, Pennsylvania, Mississippi River and foreign Scouts. Robert Wood, Texas, California and Europe. Will William Ludwig, of Maryland, and Howard Phillips, Delaware, forward their addresses for letters which are held here for them? Invention Badge Discontinued The Merit Badge for Invention will be discontinued after October 1. This was de- cided recently by the National Committee on Badges, Awards and Scout Require- ments, the action being approved by the Executive Board. Claims for merit badges for invention should be taken up with National Headquarters at this time. Pe a

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July, 1914 BOYS’ LIFE 29 Scouts Afield Boys are urged to send in re- ports of their interesting doings. West Hosoxen, N. J.—On June 20 the West Hoboken Boy Scouts held a Rally, Field Day and picnic at Schuetzen Park, North Beach, with mes and a general good time. Several Scouts rom other towns were present as guests. Hartrorp, Conn.—Between 500 and 600 boys This is the food that makes sturdy young men. Fits have been drilling for weeks on a big rally which was recently staged in Hartford. It was the _oc- caion of the vist of the big moving picture The them for all the sports that Summer brings—strengthens goouting_setivities “between he acta Te || muscle and brain. There’s a lot of competition for athletic honors among boys in camp. Shredded Wheat supplies you with the nourishment Nature intended for you. This, with out-of-door exer- cise, keeps you right. Keeps you in condition for making good in sports. —a morning’s tramp through the woods —then back to camp for “The Castle” for Utica Boy Scouts Heat to make crisp, Then serve with milk or cream and sugar. Good with berries, too. Never Camp Without Shredded Wheat “The Castle” is the name given the building which has been turned over to the Boy Scouts of Utica, N. Y., by the Park Board of the city. On the edge of a beautiful park, it has around it 700 acres of wild and cultivated land, and the boys are to have the privilege of using all this tracte The Park Board has given them permission to improve the grounds in any way. Inside the house are rooms to be used as offices, workshop. council room, etc. In the big tower will be a wireless station. An American flag and a Scout flag will always fly when there is anyone in the house. he building is very interesting in it- self. It was built many years ago by an eccentric Englishman who did all the work on it himself, and it is a perfectly con- structed work—even the bannisters are beautifully hand-carved. The Shredded Wheat Company Niagara Falls, N. Y. and acted as ushers. The men in charge of the celebration were Commissioner E. S. Pierce and Deputy Scout Commissioner G. L. Ripley. Dele- gations came from New Haven, Willimantic, Mid- dletown and Meriden. Hosoxen, N. J.—One of the most attractive announcements of a Scout entertainment that we have seen was issued by the Boy Scouts of Ho- boken, N. J. On the cover is a picture of the Troop off on a winter hike. After that comes the Scout Oath and Law, the members of the Troop and its executive officers, the program of events and A ter eomageall This ve, a geo Ns numbers, monologue, recitations and two fairly am- ¢ : SAN bitious plays. The first play was Mr. Richard Hard- = . WS d\\\\ ing Davis’ one-act comedy, “‘ Miss Civilization,” and \ oN the second “A Pair of Lunatics.” The program es pF / Z WN was finished by a Tenderfoot Scout investiture f oe NX ceremony, an Indian snake dance, the pledge of allegiance to the flag and the singing of the “ Star Spangled Banner” by the audience. Taytor, Tex.—The recently organized Troops of Taylor, Tex., had a “trailing hike” recently. Scout Master O. C. Ankenman, in charge of Troop 1, left in advance. Troop 2 then followed the Scout signs which were left for them, finally a them in ame at = —_ Gabriel a SHETLAND PONIBS - e return trip was made wit roop 2, in charge of ws Kod k F lm D ] of Bugler Vernon Adams, in the lead, Troop 1 PONIES cane Ween tee iia a 1 $ eve 0 following the Scout signs. The boys are being Catalog to Dept. BE. tee. a drilled in Scout songs by the supervisor of music || vue SHADYSIDE FARMS, North Benton, Ohie Frio nan ire a — ee afl orders. Pagel pe in the public schools. hey use the Scout song- book and have become thoroughly versed in some J. M. Third Avenue. New York City, Box R of the new ones, as well as some of the old We are Headquarters for favorites, ; MODEL AEROPLANES San Dreco, Cat.—A local council has been Send Se. postage formed in San Diego. At the recent fourth an- for complete Handbeok of Models and Supplies nual celebration seven members of the council | qa WADING RIVER MFG. CO. Wading River, N. Y. DES ee ete were present to witness the exercises gone ye by the 78 age Mr. a ar a bui oh ing inspector, spoke on keeping physically strong; Hon. c N. Anderson, judge of the Supreme Court Free B of California, on being mentally awake, and the yours. iguremen meting bottom, 4 Rev. Charles L. Barnes on moral straightness. Generous sample 8-in-One for your sewing mat Cuitticotue, Mo.—The Hoot Owl patrol of | chines; oils perfectly; won’t gum, collect dust, turn Troop 1, Chillicothe, have recently held a most/ rancid; lasts long free from acid. successful egg roast. Most of the boys come from 3-IN-1 OIL CO., 42 ELB, Broadway, N. Y.

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LIFE the country and there were plenty of “ eg: oe 4 t their Counci Regulation Boy Scout Tents |) i’ ie 'the Wooas° sbose 7 o'clock, held a short The four courses Council and then had supper. consisted of: First course, soft-boiled eggs; second A T I iD course, hard-boiled eggs; third course, boiled weenies, and the fourth course, hunter stew. Between courses they ate apples and nuts. July, 1914

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ORANGE SPRINGS, kta.—After a gradual progress : : during which they also did a great deal o Sores a wide-awake hustling ing ‘lroop 1 of Orange Springs gave a public exhibition to which the people of the town were SCOUT invited. They had a water-boiling contest, a horse P % ‘ and rider fight, a rooster fight and other games in every city and town in and “stunts.” The people of the town are eager to testify to the good work of the boys. One the United States.

gentleman commended especially their work in : cleaning up a road and taking out the rubbish. We have a very inter- — roop is becoming notable for its Good esting proposition to make | Turns. ‘ Home wato, Junu.—There i is oy one antive to those who will help us INDORSEMENT | patrol o oy Scouts in Hohenwa enn., but : on. | those boys, under Scout Master L. C. Pearce, have gather some important in Scouts—Tents, No. 1, as described below || done some notable things. One of the first things formation. You can do it the boys did was to locate, cut, haul, paint and eamnot be beaten for Scouting purposes. It ° erect a 50-foot flagpole. They ‘then bought from in an hour or two. We combines absolute protection with minimum

weight One excellent feature is the use of || their own earnings a good sized American flag. ’ " staff for pole. The whole village is proud of this flag. The boys won t ask you to sell any “With the boy’s welfare » mind, I most || then rented a two-roomed cabin, which they used thing or buy anything. heartily indorse this tent.”—J. B. Beker? Scout for club meetings, library, gymnasium and indoor All d ire is ur hel Executor, Toledo Division, B. S. of A. scouting. To defray the expenses the boys are é we desire yo p Above cut shows part of Troop No. 1, Boy raising potatoes on a vacant lot near by. in gathering the informa- Scouts of America, Toledo, Ohio, with their Oneipa Castite, N. Y.—A public exhibition by : d ill be d — No. 1 Army Khaki Tents, manufactured by || the Scouts here yee incladed in a three-act play tion, and you wi e de- called the “‘ Boy Scouts he Troop was in uni- ; j "ra. 1 Scout Tent, 4x6 ft., center 3 ft, wall form and showed the application of the Scout Oath, lighted with the reward. 1 ft, 8-oz. U. S. Army Khaki dye, double and Scout songs, Scouts at work, and play and differ- Send in your full name, ad- twisted filling duck; price............... $4.00 || ent Scout activities. The play was very favorably d birthd f birth No. 2 Scout Tent, same size as No. 1, ordi- || Teceived by a good-sized audience. ress, birt say, year 0 irt ay dyed S. = Duck oe rrr Ap 00 Pag tk me N. W.—Scout Master L B. ——- and parents’ names, and we ents, complete with poles, stakes and ropes. ° ortland, has sent us an account of an explora- i ; If poles are not wanted deduct 5 per cent. tion by his Scouts of Westfield Gulf, Chautauqua will send you full details and ae ore conte ey arate are weed | Lake. They — an old sation, trail down a an attractive picture in full les by tacking leather washer to sta steep hill to a creek, into which fell an incautious r h i 1 wick etches in 1%-inch ring sewed in top of || Scout, who was rescued, “ rough-housed” and a

} OFFICIAL SCOUT FLASHLIGHT i Something funny,” came over the wire. fires, lamps, sundries, ete, from our big hand: Indispensable on your camping trip. A pow- I have been followed, give the codé.” some catalog. it’s free, It contains “combination offers” erful white Tungsten light always at your serv- In answer to this, Day rose to his feet Srret eee eesoes a ie l Soa ab gill” Canton Tic te aoe and Arthur felt a sick feeling come over | LOW FACTORY PRICES direct to you. Noonecisecan ' c Simple and compact. Renewal batteries obtain. || him when he heard a single dull click and | terms. You cannot afford to buy a bicycle, tires or sundries t able from any dealer. realized that the big Sergeant had cocked MEAD CYCLE CO. Dent son Pood AGO, ILL. ¢ Price, complete, $1.25, via parcels post or || the giant .45 Colt which even now gleamed hy Dept. 7-273 CHICAGO, ILL. P your dealer. Extra battery, 40c. Lamp, 20c. | in the dim light P C. D. Wood Electric Co., Inc., 136 Liberty St., New York “We've got to get him now,” he cried BOW’S BICYCLE LUGGAGE CARRIERS ‘ | pe | BEST THING fer the pur- |as he leaped to the fire escape. Is the ever put em the INDIVIDUAL “NAME” PENCIL street entrance guarded?” : | TB oA Baek t “ Sure,” came the answer from the Chief aa put mat on, or detach tn. t Detective, and in a moment Day was lean- d sellers, beenase the On 2 Lead Pencil malied Postpaid ter ieents | ing far out over the edge of the flimsy rail, oor poe ; aie a 7 Me ST NE looking right into the room where sat a Pom, wine Ake ition t same an me x con Cc. N. DAMON, 441 Tremont Ave., New Yerk | ™al. ORKS, Louisville, K ;

“TIT am nicked—beat it,’ came over the other pair of wires which Arthur had al- Stamps, Coins, Ete. most forgotten in the excitement. OWN “Good,” said Day, without even troubling FREE 1° all different sumes fom | to touch the instrument. “Franklin and | your tools in cheap oil. A few drops of 3-in-One STAN DS countries free. Pestage 2c. Mention Watts have done their work—and now, my makes brace and Bit, oe ar saws, all tools work

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telegraph instrument on top of a large trunk. The man looked up and out of the win- dow. Arthur who had stepped to the fire escape with the rest saw him plainly. “What do you want?” called the stran- ger, who for the first time seemed to real- ize that he was looking into the muzzle of a revolver. “ What do you want?” he re- peated as he tried to hide some papers that were in front of him. “Drop those papers before I drop you,” said Day, in a matter-of-fact way. “Do you want to come gently, or do you——” He never finished the sentence. There was a blinding flash, the whiz of a bullet, a deafening report and then the sound of quick, shuffling feet, blows now and then, and the fast breathing of strug- gling men. Back and forth in the little room the fight continued, the yet untaken prisoner trying hard but vainly to get the muzzle of his gun against the policeman’s body. Then, with a swift trick he had learned years ago and never forgotten, Day threw the man. He fell with an awful thud, was stunned, and his revolver flew from his hand. A moment later the room was still, save for the panting of the two men. There was a great noise outside. The whole neighborhood seemed to be in up- roar. Heads were poked out of the near- by windows. Soon footfalls were heard on the staircase. Arthur, on the fire escape, peered into the window. Two policemen had broken down the door from without and rushed to the Sergeant’s assistance. An arm protruded from under the body on which Day, for safety’s sake, was sitting. Arthur looked at it and his blood chilled. The left forefinger was missing! The boy felt a tug at his coat. It was Day. “ They've got Griffen to the wagen. Want to ride to the station on the seat with me?” The papers were full of it—big headlines and many pictures. Coke Saunders was in jail and, as Arthur’s father expressed it, “enough evidence captured to keep gam- bling out of the city for ten years.” Arthur was content as he sat beside his father on the sofa in the sitting-room. The Chief was spending an evening home for the first time in weeks, and the tired look had gone from his face. He was studying a map, not unusual, but Arthur was sur- prised to hear him say: “Son, where did you say you wanted to go this summer? Lake George or Portland?”

The Great Raft Race (Continued from page 13.) low waves gripped at their knees, and the constant dread of losing the channel filled their hearts with fear. They knew that the course was studded with submerged rocks, and they realized that if the raft struck such an obstruction they would be ground to pieces between the logs. “Tt’s worse than I expected, but we’ll get through,” Bob said through clenched teeth to the man beside him. The next instant there was a sickening shock, and the men at the front sweeps fell to their knees. The raft had struck a rock, but it was a glancing blow and the powerful current carried them on. “Close call,” said Bob, solemnly. Then the moon disappeared behind a passing cloud, and darkness added to their terror. Bob looked in vain for something to guide him in his course. He held the raft in what he judged to be the middle of the river. Each moment he expected the crash which would send them all to death.

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32 BOYS’ LIFE July, 1914 ~ = NEW DEPARTURE Coaster Spoady, Safe and Sure i aud rake is the bicycle equipped with the New Departure Coaster Brake. It makes cycling a healthful, invigorating sport—whether for business or for pleasure—the quickest and cheapest way to go anywhere. That’s why it is the choice of over 4,000,000 riders. Your dealer can equip your wheel with the New Departure while you wait and at slight cost. See him today. NEW DEPARTURE MFG. CO. - - - BRISTOL, CONN. TULL LL NOH IHHHNHITANLINIRHT ! HA Hil Hi | e Brake that brought the Bike back || LUNI BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA You want the official knife recommended and endorsed by the Committee on Equipment, because when that Com- mittee selects any article for its endorsement you know that article is RELIABLE and JUST RIGHT. BE SURE the knife you buy is stamped en the shield “BE PREPARED” and has the insignia of the Boy Scouts of America etched on the blade. This guarantees its quality and dependability. The knife is 3% inches long with beautiful stag handle, brass lined and polished German silver bolsters, with strong shackle for attaching to belt. It has large, sharp cutting blade, a can opener, screwdriver, and patented leather punch. It is a perfect knife for camping, for boating and all round use. THE OFFICIAL KNIFE IS MADE ONLY NEW YORK KNIFE CO. 225 Fifth Ave. New York Works, Walden, N. Y. For sale by hardware dealers Cam rtsman’ m P and Spo 8 La P Write at once for my book which tells makes nights in camp cheerful; can overhaul h . guns and tackle or read. Worn on cap or belt. ow I quickly and permanently cu Both hands free for gun or knife. Casts bright myself after stammering nearly 20 years. circle on trail and prevents stumbling. Great Book and advice sent FREE, oosage N. BOGUE, Speech Specialist for coon or 1156N. Ilinois St. Indianapolis, Ind, THE BALDWIN FYU STAMMER boa m, A fine lure for fish or frogs. Ideal for casting, gig) , spear- ing, boating or canoeing. Handy for repairing tire punctures at night, Projects light of over 14- candle power 1 feet. Burns Acetylene Gas. Weight, 5 oz. Height, 8% inches. © oil, soot or glass. Absolutely safe and simple. Lamps equipped with or without’ sparker lighters, Cata- logue free and instructive booklet, “Knots and How to Tie Them,’’ Pathfinder Comp Watch $1.00 14size thin model, german silver nickel plated case, Arabic dial, stem set and wind, guaranteed one year. To first boy in each town pur- chasing a watch I give the op- ff portunity to earn money and ff learn salesmanship without in- vestment. WILLIAM COHEN 303 Nicollet, Minneapolis, Minn, At all dealers or by mail prepaid $1.00 mailed on request, JOHN SIMMONS CO., 26 Franklin St., New York City The minutes were like hours, and the rapids seemed interminable. The log be- neath him rolled to one side and his feet slipped into the crevice. One of the crew — him to his feet in time to save his eg. At that moment the moon came from be- hind its screen, just in time to save him, for the river made a sharp turn less than a hundred yards ahead. It was a famous spot, known as Break-up Point, and more than one raft had “ piled up” while round- ing the treacherous curve. Bob knew it was the final test. Once by it he would be safe, for the rapids ended in a long stretch of smooth water a hundred feet beyond. But to round it in the dark, on the crest of a raging flood, was a feat undreamed of, and Bob realized that the chances were all against him. “Push her over toward the other shore,” he ordered the men at the forward sweeps. “ Now, come around with the stern,” he shouted to the men at the rear. “Pivot her, pivot her!” he yelled, excitedly, as the great raft began to drift sideways in the white water. The men needed no urging. They knew that their lives depended on the success of the maneuver. The raft “pivoted” in the center of the stream, and the current swept them around the turn and shot them into the calmer water at the end of the rapids. They were saved. Bob raised a trembling hand and brushed great beads of sweat from his brow. For a moment he felt weak and dizzy, but his strength returned when he heard his men cheering him. “T guess ‘ Black Bart’ .will have a job to catch us now. Shall we tie up until day- light?” he asked. “ Not much,” declared the oldest member of the crew. “ We'll have a wide river and deep water all the way now, and we'll give him a licking he’ll be likely to remember.” They passed the night on the river, and at noon the following day they were towed to the great wharf at tidewater. News of the race had come down the river ahead of them, and a crowd had as- sembled to cheer the winners. Bob was the hero of the hour. Mr. Crawford and his partners had arrived by train the day before, and they were beside themselves with joy. “Bob, I’m proud of you. You’ve made history—the kind of history that is not likely to repeat itself, for I shouldn’t care to run the same risk again,” laughed Craw- ford, as he slapped him on the back. “ And [ may add that you have buried those ru- mors forever. Consider yourself engaged for as long as you care to work for us.” “But I can’t accept Dad’s job,” Bob de- clared, loyally. “Don’t worry about that, boy; we’ll give him a better one.” “ Boys, the extra money belongs to you; you’ve earned it. Stay and have a g time, I’m going home to Dad,” Bob told his grinning crew. He Gor His. He was one of those fresh young men, given to the use of stale slang. At the breakfast table, desiring the milk, he ex- claimed : “Chase the cow down this way, please.” “Here, Jane,” said the boarding house mistress, “ take the cow down to where the calf is bawling.” Not LIKELy. SMITH (conducting amateur singers): Now, boys, do sing this more heartily. I want you all to join in. I do not want to hear one silent voice.

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Agencies for Official Boy Scout Equipment DETROIT, MICH. The J, L. HUDSON CO. Official Outfitters for Boy Scouts of America Scout Outfits in Boys’ Clothing Department Third Floor New Store CHICAGO, ILL. Maurice L. Rothschild The world’s best spectalty clothing institution Southwest corner Jackson and State Money cheerfully refunded Chicago—Minneapolis—St. Paul BIRMINGHAM, ALA. J. Blach & Sons furnish the Scout Equipment for this city. A well stocked supply always on hand in our Boys’ Clothing Department. WASHINGTON, D. C. Saks and Company SOLE BOY SCOUT UNIFORMERS FOR THE DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA Carrying complete line of the authorized Boy Scout equipment—as well as civilian dress—featuring ‘‘Right Posture’’—the Boys’ Athletic Suit. PHILADELPHIA, PA. . JACOB REED’S SONS Official Headquarters for Boy Scout Uniforms in Philadelphia and Vicinity 1424 CHESTNUT STREET PHILADELPHIA DENVER, COLO. In Colorado we are official and exclusive distributors of Boy Scouts’ Apparel and we carry a full and complete line of pants, coats, shirts, hats, knives, belts, and all other wear. The May Co. DENVER, COLO. ST. LOUIS, MO. For years we have been and still are St. Louis headquarters for correctly out- fitting the BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA Famous Barr Co. WASHINGTON AVE. AND SIXTH ST. . We give, redeem and guarantee Eagle Stamps RED BANK, N. J. The official equipment sold by these merchants is manufactured and supplied by SIGMUND EISNER Official National Outfitter Boy Scouts of America

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