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BOYS’ LIFE } ., Vol. X, No. 7 July, 1920 Boys’ LIFE THE BOY SCOUTS’ MAGAZINE a NNN 0100000 EE: OUT-=OF=LOORS ADVENTURE MAGAZINE FOR BOYS (NNN NNNNNNMl NNN ININNNN NANNING: Niu Boys Who Became National Heroes number of ladies then visiting the army, that with the So HEN we celebrate our country’s independence I the ] approbation of General Washin —~ presente : : 1 : If 4 é i i é i gton, they presented him mM ANNI with an exceedingly valuable buckle set with precious how many of us realize that our strong young republic was largely a stones for his sword belt.” Nor was John Shreve the very gift from boys? If we can judge from the ages of some of the officers of Washington’s army, many of the rank and file must have been exceedingly youthful. youngest soldier, for in describing the attack on Quebec when he was still but thirteen, he mentions a com- rade in arms, Samuel Shute, “A little younger than I,” making La Fayette was but nineteen when he journeyed from France and ee Samuel a very young soldier, in- offered his sword and service to the Frontispiece—Scout Trails ‘of Yesterday............ Remington Schuyler 4 deed. struggling Continental army. “a According to the Sitioune. ——. toni ati wanaoens 5 There is a long list of officers Georges Taffe, another French offi- ; _ Illustrated by Henry C, Pitz from seventeen to twenty years old, cer, was eighteen; lexis Beaumont, oe ee haeeish ded incinneaiaiea scissor ng F 4 ‘ among them such noted names as seventeen. Elkanah Watson, an Illustrated by Joseph Easley John Trumbull and Charles Pinck- American, at the age of seventeen The Silver Prince. si eg nf Oe Oa L. Bacon 10 A ney; Steven Mason, a colonel at was being intrusted with charge of Heading Off the Headhunters. Story............-Capt. A. P. Corcoran 12 twenty, Baron de Kalb was only shipments of powder to various A Geen ti eel = by Clyde Forsythe ~~ twenty-five when he became famous places of siege. Viscount Rocham- : Illustrated ‘by the Author rors ea in defense of our colonies, and John beau, a French nobleman, who, like Lemmy Beeaks the jm, wn eg ae ee socee seeeeeeee Clay Perry 15 Paul Jones, hero of the sea, twenty- La Fayette, left the luxury of his . The Lariat. Story. ain Ammer Leonard 16 eight when he threw his then veteran life of wealth and ease to endure Where Ligh es negate by Remington a. iia 18 ? experience to the cause of the the privations and hardships in the ae oe Tietented to Harold Anderson parabenttaee colonists. American army for the sake of an When a Tree's a Tree. | Storya. sn aeee =o were. pad acashelecinc W. S. Boyer 20 Youth has done much to give our ideal, was but fourteen years old a RE. ecsecpsssonchesainesier ot G.G. lL. 21 country independence, Youth, in when he enlisted. = iain teiitninasitee aad PIR ne ngag 8 F sg Collins Perey Ki. Fitshuch 22 many other ways, not on the battle- One of the most interesting narra- ° : Illustrated by ‘Bert Salg ” adie - field, can preserve its freedom and tives of the Revolutionary War is . a Cee eee acivated te'it. Gordon — et aa a honor. ot 2 os dekiees anh mae pr sees ee Ttbastrated by Remington’ Neher” a Scout Trails of Yesterday and To-day through six years of the war, except aeouiins Deaiaess pata peg Ppa ee hae eg ee en N your week-end hikes, as you for a few months’ leave to attend Pegging Away with the Pioneer Scouts........... Armstrong Perry 30 tramp along dusty country school, and a very short absence eee oe Sl RABE! pans = bo roads or hard paved state highways, from his regiment when he was Short Story Contest: Wahnoo, King Python........ Oliver R. Pilat 34 JA have you ever tried to look back- stricken with fever. John was one Bae ee Meanie cae Maseeemeas. coc oksoke eee eS ane 38 pss = miatony of the ter of those lucky boys who was always Pops of Popular Science........ akin: Sean is Francis A. Collins 42 oughfare? Have you ever closed “there when it happened,” no mat- Motel Reine Sapastanent. ... Kameeas -coae an DSRS = | yout eyes and tried to picture the ter what was going on. He was Think and Grin................ gica Ee eee 46 boys who tramped that road in sent on many lonely expeditions to | Te dolag’ Tee Messages ti the Same Time. Gordon’ D. Robinson’ 48" A ey edd wera athag os watch for the coming of British N IIE, in ckccasescccceeesounccesnas ied edaeeanae Kent B. Stiles 64 ) re onetgen and cocked hats, Wash- troops. He was one of the guard mars men? Perhaps. Or, be- detailed to accompany Andre, the hind that, were the trampers boys young British spy (whose graceful in buckskin with prairie schooner person and marvelous courage the == _ Published Monthly by the Boy rumbling and creeking behind them young guard = ad- Scouts of A merica, 200 while they swung : along with flint-lock mired extravagant- ~~ Fijth Ave., New . SS York City. ready and eyes alert ly) to execution, = as — 7 " . 9 Fa " John spent the - “ = os ;, danger: \ ry . . - * . ‘ . cely ve - memorable winter Ww commas weantes 20 cents acopy - $2.00a year Editorial Stat oo y. But even be with Washington at WILLIAM H. TAFT ee — ‘s a - siete - "alley F » — Honorary Vice-President . ING CRUMN pushec out 0 Valley I orge, where DANIEL CARTER BEARD Copyright, 1920, by the Boy Scouts of America. 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Medal Awards for Good Scores boy who, at the age of 13, with his .22 caliber Winchester Rifle and Winchester Ammunition, won the 1919 National Championship of the largest junior rifle shooting organization in the world. He put 80 consecutive shots in a 11¢ inch bull’s-eye at 50 feet, from four different shooting positions. He had to compete with hundreds of stronger and older boys, 18 years being the age limit. And he had to shoot his second score of 40 shots while suffering from a toothache and having one hand in a bandage. Riese LEE BECK, of Bridgeport, Ohio, is the That kind of a fellow deserves to be a champion. And that is the kind of fellow that correct target practice and the use of good equipment makes of a boy. Richard’s father knew that a boy should learn to shoot, just as he should learn to swim. When Richard grew big enough Mr. Beck took him along to the rifle range. Proper instruction and practice and the use of a dependable Winchester Rifle and Winchester Ammuni- tion developed the boy’s skill. Psy, ae It is doubtful if anything else could have been more useful in bringing out his manly qualities—training him to be confident, to think straight and act carefully—and in furnishing wholesome, enjoyable recreation. You can easily learn to shoot exactly the same way Champion Richard Beck does. ‘Tell your father and mother that you want to take up target practice. Tell them you want to join a properly organized boy’s rifle shooting Unit, conducted under national supervision. It is entirely different from the foolish, hit-or-miss tin can shooting that gets boys nowhere. WINCHESTER —

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4 BOYS’ Lirg} T! Scout Trails of Yesterday and Today Up Scouts! and away From the rising sun, Comes the call of adventure. With your hiking kits. Their hearts beat gay, as With your hiking kits. It's the trail that leads Up Scouts! and away— They sought free life wa Up Scouts! and away— To places unknown, There's an ancient tree Let your hiking today At dawn of day. at Give your life free play. As day is begun. And a milestone old, Blaze a new found trail on the old; Up Scouts! and away _ Find adventure in woodland and Up Scouts! and away— Where the road swings west,— With your hiking kits. - field. With hiking hit There's a fine old house Where hunters, trappers and In- Rise up! and away— " ; aS Fey nS Ree. And an open view, dians too, On the old trails today , It's the same old trail Up Scouts! and away,— From the hill’s high crest. Hiked along to the West There's advent are waiting res And it drives straight west From all trails today Up Scouts! and away When adventure called. Go seek it! :

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LIFE XUM The Boy Scouts’ Magazine OURTH of July, F o urth of July; Fourth of July,” sang the clicking wheels, as the freight train roared down through a cut and swung = creak- ingly around a mountain grade. “Fourth of July, Fourth of July, Fourth of July.” Reddy Brant lif- ted his head from his folded coat that pillow ca- and ears the song of the rails and he smiled. Fourth of July, and him in served aS a in the boose stared. caught narrow bunk His the caboose of a south bound freight heading South, in the care of Piegan Waugh’s friend Paddy O’Brien, freight conductor on the C. & St. I. He got up, slipped into his coat and walked to the open door. The rest of the train crew not on duty were still asleep in the narrow caboose lerths. Reddy stepped out on the rear platform and sat down, dangling his legs over the bumpers. Reddy was hound for Maysville and the circus and a regular holiday. It’s the Fourth of July. Reddy took a little book from his pocket, and studied the cover on which was printed—The Declaration of Independence and the Constitution of the United States. Below the title was written in Piegan Waugh’s sprawling hand: ‘ All men were born equal, but remember this: It takes nerve, kindness, square-dealing and a respect for others to keep up the equality.” Reddy nodded his head and was putting the book in his pocket, when the car seemed to jerk from under him. Came a roar and a series of splintering crashes and Reddy found himself being thrown into a thick tangle of brush and cattails. ‘Thanks to the thickness of the tangle he was only dazed and scratched, and after a moment he was able to crawl out and Jook around. Box cars were strewn all over the right-of-way. The caboose balanced drunkenly crosswise of the track, where it had stopped against a section of broken rail. He glanced the other way and gave a sigh of relief when he saw that the engine was still on the embankment, although derailed. A brakeman came running along the sloping bank, just as two men swung down from the twisted caboose and looked wonderingly around, “Anybody hurt back here?” yelled the brakeman. “No,” replied one of the men, “ How's the front end?” “Just shook up a little. Whoo-e-e-e! Some mess!” “Sure is, and right behind us is that circus train, Jack. Get out a flag.” The brakeman nodded and trotted down the track. EDD. turned and surveyed the country. About a quarter of a mile above them on the slope of the hill was a group of large buildings, and about a quarter of a mile further on was another smaller group. Reddy wondered what the buildings were used for. He wiped some of the blood from his scratched face, and started to climb up to the track just as an engine whistled and nother train came slowly to a stop about a hundred vards from the wrecked caboose. Several men came run- ning down the track in a bunch and stopped to talk with the erew of the ill-fated freight. Reddy climbed to the track and walked back to them. “Take a day to clean up that mess,” Paddy O’Brien was saying, “ Busted rail. Ties ripped out for fifty feet.” Another man joined the group, an overdressed per- sonage, whose pudgy fingers glistened with large diamonds, as he tried to button his scarlet vest across an expansive waist-line, His flabby face was apoplectic as he stared at the wreckage, and he panted audibly from the effort o! trying to make the button meet button-hole. Clear it up!” he exploded, “ Clean her up and let’s go. Whatcha standing around for? Why don’tcha get busy?” The conductor shrugged his shoulders, “1 guess you’re ‘tuck. It’s a day’s job for the wrecker, and the nearest Wrecker is at Warden.” “How far is it to Maysville? ” grunted the fat man. Told ’em about it.” “ Circus train? I seen a circus once. By W. C. Tuttle Illustrated by S. Gordon Smyth “ About fifteen miles.” “Fifteen miles!” The fat man glanced down at his watch, “Blame the luck! Fourth of July! Stranded between towns. Fifteen miles! Blast the luck! Anybody killed in the wreck? ” “Not even scratched,” grinned the conductor; “ Good thing it didn’t happen to your train instead of mine.” “How do you know it’s a good thing? What do you know about my business?” Hc turned and went back to the circus train, flopping his arms and stumbling along the uneven roadbed. “A bit sore is ‘Diamond Bob’ Barker,’ observed one of the men, “ Hell likely go back to his car and chaw up everybody that speaks to him. It’s hard to lose a Fourth of July performance, especially when a man loves the clink of silver like Diamond Bob does.” An old man came hobbling down across the fields and stopped at the right-of-way fence, where he peered at the wreck. Reddy slid down the embankment and went over to the fence. “What are those buildings up there?” asked Reddy, pointing at the group of buildings on the slope. “Them?” whined the old man, rubbing his chin, “ 'Them ANH w but the show “ got the money,” playing smali towns. Dia- mond Bob’ Barker was a_ tyrant—a Simon Legree of the circus. Just now he was raging up and down his car, call- ing upon all the saints to look down upon his hard luck. Maysville was al- ways good money, wasn’t it? Wasn't he billed to play Granger on the fifth? He’d have to lose all that good farm money — curse _ the luck! “You circus?” Diamond _ Bob stopped pacing and stared at Reddy, who stood in the door way the car. he roared, “Do I? own this of “Do I own it?” Yes—blast it, I do! Well?” “Can’t go no place today, can you?” “Whatcha tryin’ to do—kid me? Get out of this car! - What do you mean by comin’ in here? Get out!” Diamond Bob was apoplectic. “Know what day this is?” asked Reddy calmly. “Know what—— “ He stared at the boy, “Think I’m a hoob? ” “I don’t know,” grinned Reddy, “I’m trying to find out.” The circus owner dropped into his chair, which creaked a protest, and glared at Reddy. “ Notice all them buildings up there on the hill? ” Reddy, “Did you? Know what they are? No? it’s the county poor farm and the orphans’ asylum. what a poor farm is?” “Yeah!” roared the irate Diamond Bob, “ Be myself pretty soon. Circus will put any man in the poor house.” “ Maybe,” agreed Reddy, “but did you ever think of putting a circus in the poor farm?” “Circus in the whatcha ravin’ about? Ha, ha, ha! That’s good. Stick around and maybe [ll get in better humor. Be sort of a king’s jester. Need one. Ha, ha, ha!” “On the Fourth of July,” said Reddy, seriously, “ They don’t have no Fourth of July up there. One old man ana one kid is all of that bunch who ever seen a circus.” asked Well, Know there biggest ones is the county poor q “What’s that to me? The farm and them others 4 the Oh, Boy ! county takes care of them. orphans’ home. Aint figgerin’ Reddy Brant is Back Wrecks! Derelicts! What do on livin’ there, be ye? He, he, they need of. “id he! Don’t do it, sonny. Keep FS gore grospe 4 ey Fy nag wey kid, “ Wait a minute,” pleaded away from ’em. Had a bust- k Pyeite Papenting? ssi 99 ws oe OYS LIFE Reddy, taking out his little ae es oe ae all snsiles, yet leuuen in his efforts to do good wher- book, “Listen to this, Mister: train?” “Circus train.” ever he could and bring happiness to those who were in e + . that all men are created “Circus train? I seen @ trouble? He's back again. Mr. Tuttle, whose stories equal, that they are endowed circus once. Told *em about it, for boys appear exclusively in BOYS’ LIFE, has by their Creator with cer- but Eph Bassett says I'm a started the red-headed hero off to bring pleasure and tain unalienable rights, that liar, and I said I wasn’t and happiness to a ic: ines neople. Here he is, right off among these are life, liberty there she stands. He says the bat, lugging @ whow circus right up io — farm and the pursuit of happi- aig Pag and orphan asylun: on the Fourth oj july. Some 9 there never was such things as ‘VigaeT aig 2 - ey ness. gees ' I k ay stunt, eh! How did he de it? Read this stor: and you'll Reddy look at Di 1 ae yut know. ] e, he, know how. Also you become acquainted uth another : - y ooked up at Diamond he! Little Jimmie Knowles, chap as interesting as Huck Finn, Tom Sawyer and Bob, “ Ever hear that before? over at the home, seen one once, such boys of fiction. and he backs me up, but they won't believe us.” “Great lovely dove!” gasped Reddy, “ What do you know about that? Do you know that this is the Fourth of July?” “Ts that so? Mebby it is, but that don’t mean nothin’ to us.” The old man turned and hobbled back towards the buildings. Reddy watched the slow, plodding steps and the bent back, and then he took out his little book, and sat down on the grass, E it known that Barker Brothers’ Mammoth Combined Shows was not the largest circus on earth—in spite of its advertising. It boasted of three rings, but used only one. Its unparalleled galaxy of wonders, blazoned on three-sheet posters, mostiy failed to materialize, Go to it, fetiows. FAT WTWAIVA AUT TUUUUULU UU ULUA ULLRICH TEU What is it?” the Declaration Independence.” “What's that got to do with me?” “They dort have much liberty do they? where they ever get much happiness? ” “What’s that to me?” “Your outfit has just got to sit here until the wreck cleared, hasn't it?” “ Yes—blast the luck!” * Nothing to do—but wait. “Well?” “Up there on the hill is a lot of old men and women who never seen a circus. Fourth of July is just the same as any other day to them, Over in that other bunch of buildings is a whole gang of kids “Naw! “From of Can you see Ss Pay salaries just the same? ”

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6 who never seen a circus, and likely don’t know a elephant from a kangaroo. You've got a circus what ain't work- ing. What's the answer, Mister? ™ “Do you think I'm goin’ to give a free show?” howled Diamond Bob, “Is that your idea? You're crazy if you think I'm going to do it! Get out of this car and stay out! What do think I'm in for-—charity ? Why, you—put down that gun! Put it down!” Reddy had automatic from desk, you business the up an circus carelessly, so that holding it the Bob, who was deathly afraid ts moral effect on picke d mans and was muzzle covered Diamond of a gun, but kept one in sight for rough-neck circus hands. “ Put it down,” quavered the fat man, “ It “Oh, don’t be I'm the original dead shot. I know how to handle ‘em an’ I won't hurt you. Why if I wanted to I could shoot the buttons off your vest with- out hurting vou so don't be scared I'm a novice. Shucks! Me, I can knock ” it might scared, I was born with a six gun in each hand, a silver dollar out of the air. I o “Hum, say Kid, youre strong on chatter ain't you,” sare istically re- marked Diamond Bob. “~ If you are I'm good as that you're losing time. a boob for not havin’ such a wiz as you up with Then “Say, you young red headed “see some of your fancy signed my show. seriously, gas bag, let's see shootin’! ‘There’s a tomato can out there. Pop it and T'll give you a nickel; miss it an’ you git out of here. Come now put “Huh, tomato can. Say, do I look like an amateur? ‘Toss up a silver dollar an’ if I don’t drill it through before it hits the ground, PI—TPl— “You'll what, Kid. Say, for hot air you got anything beat I've seen. If vou could do that believe me I'd show a show to the poor house—yes, I would. But I'm sure you Reddy’s eyes danced. “Mr. Man, you said something that time. Tl go you. Toss up that silver dollar and if I bump it out of the air you set up a show for the poor farm. Come on, toss it.” Diamond Bob hesitated a moment, then, grinning, he stepped to the door of the show car, fished a coin from his pocket and flipped it out and down the railroad embankment. “Wang!” ripped the iutomatic. Ten feet from the ground the twinkling coin seemed the line of the perfect are it was travelling and do several strange gyrations before it tinkled down on the cinders. “Nailed it,” grinned Reddy, “and say, Mister Man, you didn’t play fair. That wasn’t a dollar. It was a quarter. The show’s on you.” Diamond Bob looked surprised, then angry. “Doggone it you—you-——” He looked at Reddy and saw the swift change that came over Reddy’s face. “ All right, Kid—I never quit on a sportin’ chance. T'll go you. Or, perhaps you'd let me off if I slipped you a ten spot. I——” “You got a foreman or somebody you could order to to bounce out of snapped Reddy. ” unload the circus?’ “ Ye—yves, but “Write to him,” said the boy with a determined loox. * Set down and write an order to him to unload the circus and take it up to the poor farm.” Diamond Bob slid into his chair and picked up a pencil. He hesitated a moment—he hated to give in to the boy. “Come on, don’t crawfish,” taunted Reddy. “ Are you a man or a monkey?” “Man!” snapped Diamond Bob and the order was written and handed to Reddy, who read it. “You can easy find him,” said Diamond Bob, “ Just ask anybody for Pat Donahue.’ “Much obliged,” smiled Reddy. \T DONAHUE was easy to find. He was sitting on the steps of a car, and admitted his identity to Reddy. “Sure, me name’s Donahue,” he grinned, “ What’ll you have, Red?” “TI want to borrow your circus.” “Borrow me circus? Well, now that’s neighborly, to th’ least.” Reddy handed him the written order, and Donahue read it twice. Then he squinted at the red headed boy and whistled softly. Say “Diamond Bob!” he whistled, “Givin’ a free performance for the poor folks and orphans! Is he sick or gone crazy, don’t get it. He’s the tightest, ——I wonder if he is? For the poor folks and I must go and beg his pardon for what I’ve or—whoroo-o-o-o! =I meanest orphans. thought of him.” “No,” begged Reddy, “Dont do it. Just go ahead and fix up the circus the best you can. He don’t——” “The heart of him!” grunted Pat Donahue, “I know. He’s that kind. Dont want anybody to praise him nor anythin’. Th’ big hearted old rhinocerous!” “Yes,” said Reddy, “his heart’s all right—I hope.” It did not take Donahue long to pass the word and issue his orders. Like magic the wagons were unloaded from the flat cars, groups of men swiftly loaded the canvas, and above it all sounded the voice of Donahue, directing the operations. Finally he turned to Reddy. “Come on, Red, and we'll pick a place to pitch the big top.” After the show the performers mixed with the audience \s they started across the track a man came running. He talked volubly, with tongue and hands. “We maka de pitch for lemo and pop,” he chattered, “No maka de sale, see? Giva de kid a good time, eh?” “Tony, you’re all right,” said Donahue, patting him on the back. “ Aw-w-w-w!” protested Tony, “ Diamond Bob he’s giva free Im giva See? Petro giva balloon. Biga time, eh?” It was a big time—the biggest time they—the Clark poor and the Clark county orphans had. There was no time for a show free lemonade. county ever By noon the big top was up. parade and no place to parade, but nobody missed it. OT over two hundred and fifty people in the audi- 1 ence, but never in the existence of the Barker Brothers’ Mammoth Combined Shows did they have a more enthusiastic audience, and never did they have a more finished performance. They gave everything—even the concert. And after the show was over, the show people mixed with the audience. Jimmie Carson, dean of the clowns, romped with the orphans and let them his trained mule. Not to be outdone, Al Hastings, the keeper of the “ bulls” as elephants are known in the circus parlance, piled Jumbo’s broad back with children, and them a ride. The county poor. giggled and acted like children, They ate peanuts and drank lemon- ade and slapped each other on the back. A man came up from the train and told Donahue that the wreck would be cleared in an hour, and the Fourth of July circus pulled up stakes and went back to the train, ride gave BOYS’ LIFE followed by the audience. At the train a committee of the poor farm inmates crowded around Donahue. “We—we want to thank the man who is responsible for this,” stated an old patriarch, with a catch in his Voice, “Tt has been wonderful. We want to shake the hand of the responsible party.” “T dunno,’ said Donahue, scratching his head, “ Ye See, folks, it’s like this: the felly who is to blame for it is s0 blamed modest he dont want thanks. He’s one of them——” “But we must thank him,” spoke a gray-haired lq lady, “Its the least we can do.” The others added their voices to the clamor, and Dona- hue grinned down at Reddy. “Go and tell the old man he’s gotta come out, Red, You started this, and I'm awfully busy,” and then he turned to the crowd, which was growing all the time, “This lad will take you to Diamond Bob’s car, and ex- plain it to him.” “God bless you for what done,” said ,an old man, piously, “You’re welcome, I’m sure,” Donahue. you've replied HE crowd followed Reddy to the private car, and around the steps as Reddy went inside. Diamond Bob glared at Reddy, by did not say a word. His tongue could not tell. Just then came—in a shrill, piping voice— crowded up “Three cheers for Diamond Bohs circus, and may God bless him for this day.” The three cheers were given with a will, the shrill voices of children mingling with the reedy cheers of age. Diamond Bob stood up unsteadily. He seemed bewildered—surprised. “Come out and let us thank you, called an old man. “ist you Diamond — Bob blinked and swallowed hard. “Go outside,” said Reddy. “ They want to see you.” “J—I sad he looked around foolishly. “Go ahead,” urged Reddy, “Have it over with.” Diamond Bob stumbled to the door, and went out on the platform, where he was immediately surrounded. An old lady elbowed her way for- ward, grasped one of Diamond Bob’s hands and kissed it. He yanked the hand away, with a throaty exclamation. An old man patted him on the shoulder, and tried to make himself heard. A little tow headed boy grasped him by the hand and Diamond Bob stared down into a pair of blue, unafraid eyes, which shone with gratitude. “You have given us the most won- derful day of our said the superintendent of the poor farm. “ Your circus has given us something to talk about for many a day. We can only say—we thank you.” “And may the Lord give you of his best all the days of your life,’ added an old man, piously. ‘ We do thank you, and will always remember you.” “ [—I—I——_” stammered Diamond Bob, looking ap- pealingly at Reddy, who shook his head, just as a well- dressed young man swung up beside them. “I'm from the Herald,” he announced. that you was giving a free show up here get the facts. Want the whole story. photographs.” lives,” “We got a tip and I came to Give me some IAMOND BOB gasped. A story of that perfor- mance! He didn’t know a single fact of it. He knew there had been a performance, but that was all. He looked at Reddy and then at the reporter. Reddy came to the rescue. “Talk to them,” said Reddy, indi- cating the crowd, “They know more about it than any- one else.” “Boy, you ought to be a reporter,” he grinned. “ You know the human interest end of the game. I'll get the real story. Thanks.” Diamond Bob slipped back into his car, and motioned Reddy to follow him. He shut the door, and followed the circus man to the center of the car. Diamond Bob sat down at his desk, and then studied Reddy’s face for a few moments. “Did Donahue know?” he asked hoarsely. (Continued on page 59) XUM

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” LIFE littee of Sible for iS Voice, hand of “Ye See, it is So one of red old 1 Dona- it, Red, then he ie time, and ex. you've . replied to the ed up > inside, dy, but e could t shrill, Bob's for this with a hildren ers of teadily. d. ; you,’ Bob “ They iround * Have door, where y for- Bob's d the ation. ulder, 1. A im by stared ifraid won- | the given only days hank ap- well- i tip e to some -for- He all. ddy ndi- any- You the ned wed Bob for The Boy Scouts’ Magazine Do the various kinds of sandpipers differ much one from the other? F the sandpipers there are many varieties, found upon the coast and penetrating inland along the rivers and water-courses, one of the most inter- esting of the family, commonly called the “ tip- up,” going up all the mountain brooks and breeding in the sand along their banks; but the characteristics are the same in all, and the eye detects little difference except in size. Why does a bird’s tail come out easily? How easily a bird’s tail, or that of any fowl, or in fact any part of the plumage, comes out when the hold of its would-be capturer is upon this alone; and how hard it yields in the dead bird! No doubt there is relaxation in the former case. Nature says to the pursuer, “ Hold on,” and to the pursued, “ Let your tail go.” Do any birds use their last year’s nests? The Spanish proverb, “ There are no birds in last year’s nests.” is not accurate especially if referring to the nests beneath the eaves; for these are just the last year’s nests that do contain birds in May. The cliff swallow and the barn swallow always reoccupy their old nests, when they are found intact; so do some other birds. Are bees partial to any special kind of tree for their hives? Bees are not partial as to the kind of elm, birch, maple, tree—pine, hemlock, hickory—any tree with a good cavity high T HERE'S a name to conjure with, Scouts. Mother Nature has whispered into his ear secrets that she has not told to any other man, and has revealed to his eyes wonders that no one else has ever witnessed. And just think, Mr. Burroughs is going to let you in on all these secrets!) BOYS’ LIFE is honored with the up or low down. A swarm of mine ran away from the new patent hive I gave them, urroug! Questions and Answers About Things That Every Scout Should Know HT John Burroughs ss on Nature’s Trail This last is a sure test. Offer a thorough-bred Virginia cow hay, and she will laugh in your face; but rattle the husks or shucks, and she knows you to be her friend. Where does the squirrel in the fall hide his temporary store of nuts? The red squirrel does not lay by a store of food for winter use, like the chipmunk and the wood-mice; yet in the fall he sometimes hoards in a tentative, temporary kind of way. I have seen his savings—butternuts and black. walnuts—stuck here and there in saplings and trees near his nest; sometimes carefully inserted in the upright fork of a limb or twig. Ts the blackbird a songster? Our native blackbirds, the cow blackbirds, the rusty grackle, the cowbird, and the red-shouldered starling, are not songsters; neither are they whistlers, unless we credit them with a.“ split-whistle,” as Thoreau does. The two first named have a sort of musical cackle and gurgle in spring (as at times both our crow and jay have), which is very pleasing, but it is not a song. What aids a baby bird to break its shell? The freeing of baby birds from their eggs is rendered the more easy by the fact that toward the last the shell becomes very rotten; the acids that are gen- erated by the growing chick eat it and make it brittle, so that one can hardly touch a fully incubated bird’s egg without breaking it. To help a young bird forth would insure its speedy death. Can insects than hornets larger themselves? carry and took up their quarters in the hollow trunk of an old apple-tree across an ad- joining field. The entrance was a mouse- hole near the ground, Can a loon dodge shot? The loon dives with such marvelous quick- ness that the shot of the gunner gets there just in time to cut circle of descending tail feathers and a couple of little jets of water flung upward by the web feet of the loon. When disabled so that it can neither dive nor fly, it is said to face its fight resolutely till death. across a foe, and Is the song of the bobolink the same in dif- ferent localities? I have noticed that the bobolink does not sing the same in different localities. In New Jersey it has one song; on the Hudson, a slight variation of the same; and on the high grass-lands of the interior, quite a different strain—clearer, more distinctly articulated, and running off with more sparkle and liltingness. When will a calf play “ possum”? After the calf is several hours old, and has got upon its feet and had its first meal, the dam by some sign commands it to lie privilege of being the only magazine in the boy field to be able to publish Mr. Burroughs’ questions and answers and nature notes. Beginning with this issue, you will find a perfect gold mine of natural history information in BOYS’ LIFE every month, and all from the pen of this wonderful old young man. ; John Burroughs has just celebrated his eighty-third birthday. His love for nature and keenness of observation is stronger today than ever. It was almost sixty years ago when, at the age of twenty-five, a volumeof Audubon’ s about birds by chancefellintohishands. This proved theturning pointof his life. Though he had, as a farmer's boy, felt keen interest in birds, he was now inspired with a new zeal for nature study. With the help of Audubon’s books he learned to use his eyes more keenly not only to distinguish the birds 0 but their nests and surroundings, and to hear with more discernment the peculiar calls and songs of each. John Burroughs was born April 3, 1837, in a little farm house among the Catskill Mountains. Like most other country boys, he was acquainted with all the hard work of farm life. His recreations were the pleasures derived from intimate contact with woods and streams. His family was poor and he was forced at an early date to earn his own living, which he did by teaching school. This continued until about the time of the Civil War when he accepted a clerkship in the Treasury Department, Washington, where he remained nine years. It was here that he wrote his first book, WAKE ROBIN, and a part of the second, WINTER SUNSHINE. He says, “I wrote the book sitting at a desk in front of an iron wall. I was the heeper of a vault in which many millions of banknotes were stored. During my long periods of leisure I took refuge in my pen. How my mind took reaction in the iron wall in front of me, and sought solace in memories of the birds and of summer fields and woods!” It is this joy in the great out-of-doors which has been the keynoteof Mr. Burroughs’ long life, of his kindly nature, and which is expressed so ¢learly in his many books. In 1873 he moved to the banks of the Hudson where he has lived ever since. In the midst of the woods and fields which ‘he most enjoys, he adds daily to his fund of information regarding the ways of nature. His long life of observation and study has developed remarkably quick eyesight and a keen sense of hearing. These enable him to detect all the activities of nature and to place a correct interpretation upon them to the extent that few other naturalists have realized. It is, indeed, his close habit of observation coupled with his real gift of imparting to the reader something of his own interest and enthusiasm which has placed Mr. Burroughs as the foremost American nature writer and has enabled him to interpret nature in such a delightful way. He gives the key to his own success when he says, “If I name every bird I see in my walk, describe its color and ways, etc., give a lot of facts or details about the bird, it is doubtful if my reader is interested. But if I relate the bird in some way to human life, to my own life,—show what it is to me and what it is in the landscape and the season,—then do I give my reader a live bird and not a labeled specimen.” AAT ATT The black hornet will capture a fly, or a small butterfly, and, after breaking and dismembering it, will take it to his nest; but I have seen the sand hornet carrying an insect much larger than himself, and flying with ease and swiftness. It was as if a hawk should carry a hen, or an eagle a turkey. Of what four trees is a birch bark canoe made? Three trees contribute to the making of a birch bark canoe, beside the birch, namely, the white cedar for ribs and lining, the spruce for roots and fibres to sew its joints and bind its frame, and the pine for pitch or rosin to stop its seams and cracks. It is hand-made and home-made, or rather wood- made, in a sense that no other craft is, ex- cept a dugout. How can wild bees be trailed? The bee will not touch honey as long as honey-yielding flowers can be found. But in the fall, after the flowers have failed, she can be tempted. The bee-hunter takes advantage of this fact; he betrays her with a little honey. He wants to steal her stores, and he first encourages her to steal his, then follows the thief home with her booty. This XUM down and remain quiet while she goes forth to feed. If the calf is approached at such time, it plays “ possum,” pretends to be dead or asleep, till, on finding this ruse does not succeed, it mounts to its feet, bleats loudly and fiercely, and charges desperately upon the intruder. Does the fow spend the winter in its den? The fox is never in his cell in winter, except he is driven there by the hound, or by soft or wet weather. A severe stress of weather will drive the foxes off the mountains into the low, sheltered woods and fields, and a thaw will send them back again. In the winter the fox sleeps dur- ing the day upon a rock or stone wall, or upon a snow- bank, where he can command all the approaches, or else prowls stealthily through the woods. Ts a queen bee necessary for the life of a swarm of bees? The peculiar office and sacredness of the queen con- sists in the fact that she is the mother of the swarm, and the bees love and cherish her as a mother and not as a sovereign, She is the sole female bee in the hive, and the swarm clings to her because she is their life. Deprived of their queen, and of all brood from which to rear one, the swarm loses all heart and soon dies, though there be an abundance of honey in the hive. All rights reserved by Houghton Mifflin Co. Do lizards make any sound? The small red salamander, commonly called lizard, is not strictly red, but a dull orange, variegated with minute specks or spots. This is the mysterious piper, heard from May till November through all our woods, sometimes on trees, but usually on or near the ground. It makes more music in the woods in autumn than any bird. Do birds migrate as much as formerly? The habits of many of our birds are slowly undergo- ing a change. Their migrations are less marked. With the settlement and cultivation of the country, the means of subsistence of nearly every species are vastly increased. Insects are more numerous, and seeds of weeds and grasses more abundant. They become more and more domestic like the English birds. What are the charactéristics of the native blooded cow in Virginia? The native blooded cow of Virginia has come to have some marked features. For one thing, her pedal ex- tremities seem lengthened; for another, her udder does not impede her traveling; for a third, her backbone in- clines strongly to the curve; then, she despiseth hay. is the whole trick of the bee-hunter. Are dolphins active? At sea the prettiest sight in the way of animated nature is the shoals of dolphins occasionally seen, leaping and sporting, and apparently racing with the vessel. They leap in pairs from the glassy surface of one swell of the steamer across the polished chasm into the next swell, frisking their tails and doing their best not to be beaten. Where can a readymade umbrella be found in the woods? When, one day, we were overtaken by a shower in travel- ing through the woods, our guide quickly stripped large sheets of birch bark from a near tree, and we had each a perfect umbrella as by magic. When the rain was over, and we moved on, I wrapped mine about me like a large leather apron, and it shielded my clothes from the wet bushes. Do game birds die of old age? It'is doubtful if any of the game-birds, like the grouse, ever die of old age, or the semi-game-birds, like the bobo- link, or the “ century living” crow; but in what other form can death overtake the hummingbird, or even the swift and barn swallow? Such are true birds of the air; they may be occasionally lost at sea during their migrations, but, so far as I know, they are not preyed upon by any other species.

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HILL. ‘THURSTON paused in the doorway leading out to the school cloisters and stood for a moment or two listening to the talk of a group of boys lounging in the archway nearest him. He was slim and tall with good shoulders, a nicely shaped head, gray eyes and smooth blond hair. He carried himself well, with an air of composure and self-possession unusual in a boy of sixteen, And, though there was a touch of haughtiness about his lips and slightly tilted chin, there were other undeniably winning qualities in his handsome, réfined face. “Blount!” he repeated “Whatever got you to discussing that—rube?” There was a general turning of heads, Thurston moved forward with a careless, graceful ease of bearing peculiar to himself. From time to time some daring Scarborough hoy attempted to caricature it; more often others tried secretly to copy it—both without success. As a matter of fact, it was not affected, but entirely unconscious. Chub Pegram gave an infectious, gurgling chuckle. “You've said it, Phil. He is a rube, all right. We were just wondering about him.” “ Wondering? What's presently, frowning a little. there to wonder about?” “Oh, lots of things,” put in Bobby Wendell, a wideawake, of fourteen. “He’s such a queer, unsociable duck the way bright-eyed boy he mopes by himself instead of sticking around with the crowd. Pete says for weeks he’s been beating it off into the woods right after study period and not coming back till almost supper- ’ What do you suppose he does there?” thought,” Thurston * He doesn’t interest me.’ slightly. He had the temperament that with red hair and freckles, and, though liked Thurston, he never hesitated to speak his mind. “Well, you ought to,’ he retorted impul- “You're captain of the crew and you need good material, don’t you? There isn’t a stronger fellow in school than Rick Blount; he’s Look at the he played time. =F swered indifferently. Pete Driscoll sniffed never gave it a an- goes he sively. a regular horse. way hockey last winter. He’d make a dandy stroke.” Thurston glanced quizzically at Driscoll. “You think so?” he inquired calmly, with “Perhaps I'd better You just a touch of sarcasm. resign and get you elected captain, Pete. seem to know so much about the job.” Driscoll's Thurston into only BAFFLED look came snapping blue If ruffled once in a while and eves, would get lose his temper! “Well, anybody would think that a arms like that fellow with shoulders and would make good on the crew,” he _ retorted defensively. “It was less than a week ago I heard you beefing about the poor bunch that came out for practice.” “Tt hasn’t occured to you, I suppose, that ‘In his wallet 1 happened to notice a nice, > § 8 AWS By John Garth something besides bull strength is necessary for a good crewman ? commented Thurston — suavely. “ Hello, Shrimp! How’s the sleuth? Who've you been trailing this afternoon? ” Pegram giggled fatly, but the small, spindle-shanked boy who paused in his hurried progress through the cloisters did not seem at all disturbed by Thurston’s greeting. It took more than that to annoy Shrimp Beebe, who lived in a world largely of his own making. Clever, precocious, with an insatiable curiosity and a vivid imagination, he was always poking and prying, asking questions and ferreting out facts. Whenever a boy wanted information about any person or happening in the school or even village, Beebe could usually be counted on to supply it. Sometimes the facts were unadorned; more often they were embroidered with brightly colored threads from Shrimp’s imagination. He read nothing but detect:ve stories; Sherlock Holmes was his ideal and model. His deductions were often startling, frequently ludicrous, but always entertaining. “Trailing?” he sniffed, fixing his bright, bird-like eyes on Thurston. “ It didn’t take any trailing to follow them.” “Them?” repeated the stout Pegram. ‘“ Who are you talking about, Shrimp?” “The two detectives who got off the four-seven train,” returned the infant calmly. For a space there was a mild sensation which even the But when it appeared merely two well-dressed strangers who had arrived on the afternoon train from New York and taken rooms at the Scarborough Inn, the interest gave place to merriment. “You'll be the death of ” self-possessed Thurston shared, that the “detectives” were me yet,” gurgled Chub Pegram. “Just because they’re strangers you take them for— Ha! ha! Why, likely they’re just fellow’s relatives come to pay him a visit.” “They weren’t,” stated the small chap composedly. “They didn’t ask the school or anything. And after they’d got their rooms they started out for very some about new, crisp twenty - BOYS’ LIFE YL it of Scarborough 2 a walk along the Turnpike. Besides, there was something about them— Oh, well, you fellows would’nt understand, Just you wait, though, and see if something interesting doesn’t happen around here pretty soon.” His tone of cool conviction might have had some effect on the other boys had not past experiences taught them Illustrated by Joseph Easley the extent of some of Beebe’s imaginative flights. Pete Driscoll winked at Pegram. “Why didn’t you follow *em, Shrimp?” he asked seriously. The small boy sighed. “I would have,” he said in a tone of deep regret, “only I wa's afraid of being late for supper. “Ha! Ha!” chuckled the fat chap. “ Remember the time you trailed that Western ‘gunman’ three or four miles and found he was only Farmer Pettigrove’s nephew come from New York to take a job?” Beebe sniffed again and disdained reply. Then his sharp eyes caught sight of a figure moving diagonally across the athletic field toward the school. . “There’s Blount,” he remarked briskly. in the woods again,” ; “ He's been off HE others quickly followed his glance and for a moment or two watched the boy s approach in silence. There could be no question about his stalwart build. He was tall as Thurston and thicker through the chest, but there all possible resemblance ceased. His rumpled mop of coarse, wiry black hair rather wanted cutting. His L% - P “a if fr j skin was dark as if from much exposure to wind and weather. His features were rough-hewn, a big, firm mouth and dominant chin giving him a ' He wore a flannel shirt and a shabby, stained suit; his shoes were plastered with mud as if he had been tramping through a swamp. He walked briskly, with an easy, springy stride, passing close to the cloister on his way toward the school entrance. Pegram, Beebe and Wendell spoke to him casually. In Driscoll’s greeting there was a more friendly touch of Thurston merely nodded coolly, receiving in return a momentary glance from a pair of level passion- somewhat pugnacious expression, warmth. ate-looking black eyes which stirred him curiously. “He to chew tacks,” remarked Pegram, when Blount was out of hearing. “Is he sore about something, Phil? ” Thurston stifling a yawn. know,” he murmured indifferently. in a minute.” His but underneath it he was very far from calm. What there this to attract him against every desire and_ inclination? Again and again he had told himself that Derrick Blount was everything he dis- liked—a rough, uncouth backwoodsman, careless in dress manner. His people were poor country folk; he had not even the compensating looks fierce enough “I’m sure I don’t “Let's go in; the bell rose, will ring manner was one of careless unconcern was about fellow most and grace of good looks or bearing. Very much an aristocrat, Phil Thurston did not want to like him, and yet from the first he had found a subtle attraction in that rough-hewn, square- jawed face and in those steady, level dark eves which he had been quite unable to understand. He had fought against it with determination, trying to gain mental support by slighting, A - 4 \ iAy\ caustic references to Blount of which he was afterward ashamed. He was quite alive to Derrick’s possibilities as a crewman, vet XUM

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IFE ley hing and, ting Tect hem ete ked for the jur ew his lly ut XUM The Boy Scouts’ Magazine he deliberately refrained from making the slightest effort to get him out with the other candidates, fearing that if he saw too much of him he might succumb in spite of himself. The whole matter troubled Thurston more than anything else he could remember. He was passionately devoted to the school and keenly anxious to build up a crew which would carry the Scarborough colors to victory against St. John’s, their greatest rival. He knew he ought to get after Blount; yet he would not, and at the same time he hated himself for his failure to duty. n A OREOVER, Driscoll was not the only one to com- NM ment on that failure. Big Bill Hegeman, who rowed number three, had brought up the subject several times and to-night, in the half hour between supper and study period, he tackled Thurston again. Phil managed to put him off without committing himself, but he felt that very soon he would be forced into doing something. While he was struggling with the problem, Shrimp Beebe pranced up. “Say, Phil,” he demanded; “ aren't Rick Blount s folks pretty poor?” Thurston rarely lost his temper, but now he whirled furiously on the boy, his eyes flashing. It seemed as if. everywhere he turned Blount’s name was dinned into his ears. “Poor?” he snapped angrily “What do I know about them—or care? Don’t come bothering me with your silly questions.” widened. “ You head off,’. he re- marked. “I was in the office just now and Blount was buying some postage stamps. He paid for them with a dirty old dollar bill, but in his wallet I just happened to notice a nice, new, crisp twenty, and I was Shrimps needn’t take my eyes wondering—” He broke off with a shrug as Thur- ston stalked away. “ Wonder what’s biting him?” he pondered. As usual he found out wanted to know, and, being a _ persis- tent young midget, he took pleasure in telling Thurston so next: morning just after the mail had been delivered. “Poor as church mice, just as I thought,” he stated triumphantly. “Now, where the dickens he ever got twenty dollars all at once, I i ; “Here,” interrupted Thurston, thrusting at him the New York paper he had been glancing over. His ill- humor of the night before had quite dissipated, but he had letters to read and wanted to silence Beebe. “ Soak up some of the crime stuff, Shrimp, and don’t bother me. There’s a fine yarn about counterfeiters that ought to interest you.” The ruse was entirely successful. Shrimp seized the sheet and avidly devoured the column pointed out by Thurston, enabling the latter to read his letters in peace. Iie was in the middle of the second one, however, when he felt a firm grip on one’ shoulder and glanced’ up to see signs of unusual excitement in Beebe’s flushed and animated what he face. “Did you see this?” demanded the boy in his shrill treble, tapping one paragraph with a nervous forefinger. Thurston frowned impatiently and then laid aside his After all, Shrimp did cause them a lot time to time, so there was no use letter with a sigh. from sitting on him too hard. “Read it,” he suggested resignedly. of amusement KEBE’S eyes glowed as he bent them on the printed page. “It’s about a gang of counterfeiters who’ve flooding the country with fake money,” he said rapidly. ‘ Where’s that sentence?—Um—um,—Oh, yes. Listen! ‘Secret agents have traced the bills to a certain rural locality within a hundred miles of this city and it is expected that there will be important developments inside of twenty-four hours.? What do you think of that? Didn't I tell you yesterday there’d be something doing around here pretty quick?” Thurston stared blankly at him, quite unable to follow this flight of fancy. Driscoll and Chub Pegram, who had strolled up in time to hear the last few words, vociferously demanded light. “T should think it was plain enough,” exclaimed the midget with a touch of impatience. “Isn't Scarborough within a hundred miles of New York? It’s just ninety- nine and two-fifths, really, Well, there you are. The two been detectives I saw getting off the train are the secret service men, of course.” There. was a momentary silence which was broken by a deep sigh from Thurston. “Shrimp, you fairly take my breath away,” he observed. “ What astonishing marks you must get in Mr. Stanley’s Logic class!” The note of irony in his voice completely escaped Beebe. “And that’s not all, either,” he went on quickly, his sharp, bright: eyes seeking the paper again. “The fake bills are twenty dollar yellow-backs. Don’t you get that, either? ” The faces of Pegram and Driscoll were stolidly unre- sponsive. Thurston shook his head smilingly. Beebe’s glance veered swiftly around the big assembly room before he spoke. Then, seeing that there was no one else within hearing, he bent forward. “TI told you about the bill I saw last night in Blount’s A stranger with curiously hard face and cold gray eyes stood before him wallet,” he said in a iowered tone. “It was a crisp, new twenty-dollar yellow-back. Where did he get it, I’d like to know, with his people so poor they can hardly afford to send him here even with a scholarship? I tell you what I think. That bill’s one of these very counterfeits and he’s in with that gang, and “Rot!” interrupted Thurston talking through your hat, Shrimp.” “T should say so,” agreed Driscoll hotly. “I The idea of a Scarborough boy impulsively. “ You’re never heard anything so crazy. being mixed up in such—” “What do you know about him or what he does?’ sputtered Beebe, indignantly. “If you’re so smart, maybe you can tell me where he goes and what he does every afternoon off in the woods. He won’t give me any satis- faction, but I expect you’ve only got to ask him and you'll have the whole story.” “Did you ask him?” inquired Pegram, interestedly. “Of course. How else would I find out? But I might just as well not have bothered. He just changed the subject without telling me a thing. If it wasn’t some- thing queer why shou!d he do that? As for saying that Scarborough boys are better than any other—that’s all rot. We’ve had crooks here before. I don’t s’pose you’ve forgotten that Schaeffer fellow who stole!” ’ ’ [goons Thurston and Pete Driscoll flushed a little at this reminder of the one painful and humiliating blot on Scarborough’s fair fame. It was a point of honor amongst the boys never to mention the subject, and Phil made haste to silence the presumptuous Beebe. “You know that’s not talked about,” he reminded the hoy severely. “ Besides, such a thing as this is—different. I know very little of Blount. He’s not—not my style. 9 But I—I certainly don’t believe he’s capable of anything criminal.” Driscoll added a caustic word of agreement and Beebe’s small, keen face took on a bafiled expression. He firmly believed in his theory and it maddened him to be brought up sharp on the very threshold of what promised the most thrilling and interesting possibilities. His thwarted, irritated glance swept peevishly from one to another of the three faces and then of a sudden his eyes brightened. “TI don’t s’pose you’ve got any objection to proving it, have you?” he demanded. “How the deuce are you going to do that?” Driscoll, suspiciously. “Follow him,” stated Shrimp triumphantly. “If he’s up to anything queer we’ll find it out. If he isn’ — Well, there’ll be no harm done, and at least we'll know what he does with himself every day.” An animated which was interrupted shortly by the third period bell and resumed again directly after dinner. Chub Pegram, who had the type of mind that is in- terested in small things, sided with Beebe. Driscoll, at first vehemently opposed to the project, was cleverly won over by Shrimp, who pointed out that in no other way could they be entirely certain of Blount’s innocence. Phil Thurston was oddly indecisive. He hated the whole business. To secretly trail a fellow in this fashion was against all his principles and con- victions; it savored too much of underhand methods and deceit. Though once or twice he tried to tell asked discussion ensued himself that he cared nothing for Rick Blount or his reputation, he realized that underneath it all he really did care, at least to the extent of shutting Shrimp Beebe’s mouth. It was intolerable that this ridiculous little idiot should conceive and spread about such an absurd accusation against any Scarborough fellow. Shrimp had been given far too much freedom and encouragement simply because he was an amusing kid. Phil resolved in the future to sit on him hard and keep him where he belonged. LL this, however, was of no material help at present. He knew enough of Beebe’s temperament to realize that the boy would have to be proven wrong, absolutely and com- pletely, before the connection of Blount with the counterfeiters could be removed from his mind. More- over, with his imagination he was quite capable of magnifying some innocent discovery or distorting a_ perfectly harmless happening, into something of sinister import. What he needed was a strong mental brake, and finally Thurston, with much reluctance and in a most irritable state of mind, decided to accompany the expedition in that capacity. He was quite free to go for it was the one afternoon on which there was no crew practice. “And Ill see to it,” he thought grimly, “that the that glorious debauch of sleuthing begin that squelching process have We'll midget won’t he’s planning. to-day.” Beebe had observed that Blount always struck into the woods at a certain point directly behind the gym- nasium, so the four arranged to meet inside the building at three o'clock. During the hour after dinner mem- bers of the Sixth Form studied in their rooms instead of in the Assembly Hall, and about ten minutes before the hour Thurston tossed his book on the table, picked up a cap and started for the door. With one hand on the knob, he half glanced back, a curious expression in his gray eyes, It was a large room furnished with a sort of luxurious simplicity which was exceedingly effective. It was, in fact, intended for two occupants, but hitherto, because the new dormitories were not crowded, Phil had man- aged to keep it to himself. Occasionally he sized up some boy or other with an eye to his qualifications as a roommate—for at Scarborough the matter was _ prac- tically one of choice. But up to the present he had never found anyone who completely satisfied his rather turned and fastidious tastes. Now, as he stood there, a strange possibility flashed into his mind and for a_ single spontaneous instant he considered it caressingly. 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CHAPTER I Bart McGuory’s Luck TwurNs ERCHED on i rocky of i precipitous Terry Me- staring shoulder hillside Glory was across a deep valley to the Sangre Cristo Mountains. It was the end of the de day. The mountains rose, dim and mys- terious, out of fast- deepening evening shadows, It would have taken very little to send him pitching headlong for a thousand feet or more, but he was a mountain boy, ac- customed to dizzy heights, and, with- out the least concern for his safety, he kicked his dangling heels against the wall of rock. The vast perspective that lay before him of range after range of tower- ing peaks stirred his imagination. But he was neither poet nor artist—merely a hard-headed of sixteen who was traveling a rough road through life— and it was not the beauty of the scene that impressed him but its practical possibilities. He could see eighty, per- haps a hundred miles away, and he knew that somewhere between him and the farthest rim of peaks there must be huge, unknown hoards of gold and silver. Some of it would be discovered, a little bit at a time, year after year, by roving prospectors; but what tons of it there must be, low much more than those hunters of riches would ever find. If only a man knew just where to go to swing his pick in all that stretch of mountains! “Gee! If I only knew!” the boy cried. His voice rang out over the valley, for there was no human being within hearing and he could give his most secret thoughts to the wind as loudly as the spirit prompted. The only ears that might catch them would not understand—for example, the long ones that belonged to the three pack burros, which were standing as motionless as statues a feet behind him, which indeed were always standing motionless except when kicked and prodded. “If pop only had some way of knowing,” brooded Terry, “he'd clean up a million in no time. But, like as not, he'll go ranging round through these hills the rest of his life and find nothing more’n a measly pocket now and then. Funny thing roaming round hereabouts nigh twenty years picking up no moren a not even that. But somebody else that had never been out in this country before in his life might vein of the stuff the boy few history. luck is. Pops been bare living—sometimes stumble across a big very first day. Huh!” N disgust with the ways of life he picked up a stone as and hurled it down the mountain. He listened to it bound down the slope in silence. At the sound of the rolling stone one burro shifted his ear a trifle, the only sign of life he had shown in an hour—then con- tinued to stare out over the valley. “Take a lot more’n that to make you stop dreamin’, hey, Sancho?” called Terry, tossing a pebble at him. stirred not a hair. With his long ears thrust forward, he seemed completely absorbed in his study of Noth- He was big as his fist Sancho the view. Sancho was not a temperamental animal. ing ever had excited him; nothing ever would. certainly not a diverting or sociable companion, and now that it was growing dark Terry began to feel lonely. Putting two fingers into his mouth, he gave a long, piercing From far off came an answering A few moments and a sandy-haired, bob-tailed whistle. somewhere “Wow!” W AS NGLAND had her King Arthur and knights in armour. slashed away with broad swords and batlle axes or skewered their enemies on formidable spears. English boys look back on this period in their country’s history with reverence. fact that our country is almost a youngster among the nations, have a corresponding period in our Our knights, however, were men in buckskin and blue flannel shirts who carried rifles They were rough and ready chaps, we'll admit, but no rougher or and later packed “six guns.” Moreover, they faced a real task, that of carving more blood-thirsty than the knights of old England. a path for civilization, and bringing law and order to the great west, into which all, good or bad, were plunging, looking for gold or land or riches in some form in which this big new country abounded. Read this story of a boy in Creede, one of the roughest and toughest mining camps thatforms an important link in the transition between the old and the new west. for boys appear exclusively in BOY’S LIFE has written history into this narrative. and do not miss a single installment of this corking story. INU Wy DD er Prir IS “I want that paper!” dog, his nose as muddy as a rooting pig’s came tearing out of the shadows. ““Where’s that dad of mine, Red?” inquired Terry. “You seen him?” “Wow!” answered Red, wagging his stump of a tail and springing at the boy. “*Bout time he was back, Red. He’s pretty late. out for him. Tell him to hurry up.” Red lifted his long nose into the air and gave a long- drawn, dismal howl. But there was no answer except the echoes in the hills. “Well, it’s supper time, and I guess I'd better be getting busy,” said Terry, as he began to pile some wood together for a fire. After the wood was ablaze he went to the spot where he had stored the grub, took out a chunk of and some beans and began to prepare the meal. Sing bacon eR Knights of the Frontier “Funny what’s keeping pop,” mused Terry. “ Must have made an extra long hike to-day.” While the bacon hissed in the pan Red went to sleep before the fire, which shed a ruddy, cheerful glow into the dark. Except for the crackling of the flames, it was still as death. Over the tops of the pines hung a white crescent moon. The firelight played on Terry’s weather-browned face and black hair as he bent over his work. OME slight sound disturbed Red, and he sat up, staring J into the dark. Terry gave his whole attention to listen- ing, but he could hear nothing but a wind which was rising in the valley. The dog’s ears proved keener, for after a moment a man without a hat and with a prospector’s pick and shovel swung across his shoulders emerged from the trees—a round-shouldered, grey-bearded man, whom Red rushed joyfully forward to greet. Ce They were bloody old fellows who We, despite the Mr. E. L. Bacon, whose stories Begin it now BOYS’ LIFE By E. L. Bacon Illustrated by Clyde Forsythe There some- thing strange about Bart McGlory that night, Terry was quick to realize when his father stepped into the light of the fire. The old man had never been silent was as before so on returning from his trips through _ the hills. Always he had had cheery greeting for the boy, But now he said not a word. Terry noticed that his father’s hands were trembling and _ that there was a feverish glitter in his eyes, “What happened, pop?” asked the boy some anxiously. The man_ stepped closer, and grasped his son’s arm ner- vously. “Tve struck it, Terry!” he cried hoarsely. “I’ve struck it rich this time. It’s the real thing at last, boy. Look here!” RINGING from his pocket a ° handful of quartz, he held the bits of rock close to the fire, where they glistened brightly in the light. They were chock full of silver. Again his shaking fingers dipped into his pocket and brought out some gleaming white sheets of the pure metal, the silver float which is usually discovered by the prospector before he comes upon what it indicates, the silver vein in the solid rock. Terry stared stupidly at the glittering handful. It seemed too strange to be true, this sudden vision of wealth. Disturbing doubts took hold of him. He knew enough about his father’s calling to recognize at once what rich samples they were, but he knew that such promising surface indications had led many a time to bitter disappointment. “ May peter out quick like the rest of ’em did,” he said. “Not this time, son,” his father assured him. “It’s a six-foot vein, and Ive seen enough of it to know it'll hold cut. Finest lode I ever set eyes on. It'll run a thousand dollars a ton. It’s a wonder. I'll be a rich man, Terry— a rich man after all these years of grubbing.” Bart McGlory’s voice broke irto a sob, and he covered his face with his hands. The sud- den realization of the dream of a lifetime had overwhe]med him. Never before had Terry seen him in such a state of nervous exhaustion. His face was haggard, his shoulders more bent than ever; even speaking seemed to cost him an effort. Indeed he had not been well for months, and he had been warned more than once that the time had come to give up his hard life in the hills far out of reach of a doctor. Coupled with the boy’s bewilderment over the surprising news his father had brought was a deep pity for the old man to whom tardy fortune seemed to have brought only a bitter realization that it had too late. He was getting near the end of his rough life, his wife had died in wretched poverty, and now, old, tired and disillusioned, riches could bring him little pleasure. Yet—and old Bart thrilled with the thought—they could bring him the satis- faction of providing for his son. Bart scarcely touched the supper, and Terry watched The old man had grown silent again, but He shivered, come him anxiously. there was still the feverish glitter in his eyes. and crept closer to the fire. “T dunno what’s come over me, son,” he said at last, “but I’m cold as ice, and weak as a cat. Guess I’m too old to stand such a surprise. Too much for my nerves: But I got to get back to that lode first thing in the morning and make ready to put in my claim.” FTER they had rolled themselves in their blankets Terry lay awake until far into the night staring UP XUM ni to al

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LIFE »n he some- about that erry "ealize father » light 1e old been re on 1 his the e had heery , boy, d not rry his were that erish eyes. ened, . boy pped sped ner- ried I’ve this real boy. rom _ he ned ain put ver ck. It th. XUM The Boy Scouts’ Magazine at the new moon and the brilliant stars and listening to the soughing of the wind through the pines. He felt as if he never would get to sleep with his mind in such a whirl of excitement over the discovery of the lode. Along toward morning he heard his father stirring restlessly in his blankets and muttering to himself. In the gray of the dawn he was awakened by the old man calling to him. “['m sick, Terry. I’m burning up with fever. to pull out of here quick so I can get to a doctor.” The old man seemed to have aged ten years during the night. It was only with a great effort that he struggled to his feet. Unsteadily he stood staring out into the hills, and Terry, fearing his father was about to fall, ran up to vive him a sustaining arm. “4 You can never make it, pop,” said the boy. “ It’s too long a trip. Better stay here till you're stronger.” But Bart McGlory shook his head. “J know I ought to stay, son,” he said, “ for I haven’t even staked out that claim. But I’ve got to go. Ill die if I stay here. Tl hang on to one of the burros, and [ll make it somehow. I got to make. it without a hat, Terry. So excited that I left mine down on the lode.” So that morning they turned their backs on the fortune that lay waiting for them in the hills, and set out on the We got 2? — long trail. } CHAPTER II. A Scrap or Paper. N one of the brand-new log buildings, which had been “hastily constructed in Willow Creek Gulch after Nick Creede’s discovery of the Holy Moses: mine brought the first rush of | pros- pectors, Joe Teed published his weekly newspaper, The War Whoop. In his shirtsleeves, with a green shade over his eyes to keep out the glare of the sun and an extra pencil sticking out of his thick, bristly mop of hair, this journalistic pioneer was sitting at his f% desk writing rapidly, pausing now and then to exchange a few words with MeWhorter, the printer, whose press, type fonts and make-up tables shared with the editorial desk the only room ¢ the building contained. Though they gy were newcomers at Willow Creek, for \ nobody, unless it was Creede himself, had been there more than a few months, the two men had been asso- ciated for years, and both knew from long experience the trials and dangers of getting out a newspaper in a raw mining camp. In appearance they were as different as two men could well be. McWhorter was tall, thin and narrow-shouldered, with an ex- pression of chronic melancholy. The editor and publisher was short and fat, and his face radiated good cheer in spite of the ugly furrow of an old bullet wound across his cheek, a mark left by a peevish subscriber who had objected to certain liberties that had been taken in putting his private af- fairs into print. Suddenly the door flew open with a bang. Instantly Joe dropped his pencil, and reached for a six-shooter, which lay conveniently near at hand beside his pile of copy paper. On dis- covering that his caller was peaceable old “ Doe” Calaway, he dropped the revolver, swung back in his chair, put his feet on the desk and prepared to be sociable. The “doe” found a chair for him- self, wiped the dust from it with a large red handkerchief, and sat down heavily with his back to the door. “If you’d turn your desk around so you wouldn’t be facing the sun you wouldn’t have to mar your beauty with that there eye- shade,” he observed as he stroked his gray Dundreary whiskers, : The editor of The War Whoop gave a contemptuous snort. “Yeah,” he returned drily. “I might not be wearin’ an eye-shade, but before long I’d be wearin’ wings 488 like as not and playin’ a harp. You got some things to learn about the newspaper business, Doc. Take it from me it would be a blame fool editor that would sit with his back to the door. When a subscriber drops in to shoot the place up I want to see him before he begins.” a Oh! So that’s it.” The “doc” glanced anxiously and twisted his chair around so that he might keep a corner of his eye on the door. “Got any news, Doc?” It was Joe’s stock question, which he put to everybody he met. “Well, I got some,” the “doc” replied. “Old Bart McGlory blew into the gulch to-day as sick as a poisoned cat. How he ever got here is beyond me. Come from way up over the range. No horse to carry him; nothing but his burros. Had a ragin’ fever for days, so his boy told me, so I filled him up to the gills with quinine. Re- member that boy of his down at Del Norte? Some kid. But the most interesting thing is this, Joe—the old man’s a little off in his head and he’s been ravin’ about a big strike he’s made.” The editor stiffened up in his chair. “ Where’d he make it?” he demanded. , “Search me, Joe,” replied the “doc.” “ With all his crazy talk he’s foxy enough not to let that out. Maybe there’s nothing to it—just a wild notion that’s come with his fever—but it’s worth thinking about.” “What does the kid say?” “Not a blamed word. Can’t get a thing out of him. And that’s why I think may be they’ve struck something.” “ Anybody heard about it?” “Doc” Calaway grinned. “When a feller drifts into this gulch with three burros and goes ravin’ all the way along the trail that he’s struck it rich I guess it ain’t going to be a secret very long,” he answered drily. 9 The fire light played on Terry’s weather-browned face “ Where are they?” “Over at Effie Morrow’s. That girl’s got a big heart and she’ll be as good as a daughter to Bart.” OE got up and unhooked his coat from the wall. “Guess Ill stagger over there and see ’em,” he said. “You can stay here, Doc, and cheer yourself up talkin’ with Mac.” The editor slipped into his coat, dropped his revolver into his pocket, and walked out. As he stepped into the outer air he heard the creek booming under its covering of ice and snow, which had held out late against the spring thaws. He hurried along the rough trail, which was the thoroughfare for the unsightly buildings that had been crowded into the deep, narrow gulch, until he came to a one-story log house half surrounded by willows. A sign over the door announced, “ Meals Fifty Cents.” Joe Teed pushed the door open unceremoniously, and stepped in- side. A very pretty, black-haired, red-cheeked girl, who, in spite of her business-like expression, could not pos- sibly have been more than twenty, was scouring dishes in a corner, “Hello, Mr. Teed!” she called. “ Hello, Effie,’ returned the editor. man? ” The girl pointed to the closed door of an inner room. “He’s getting a sound sleep,” she said. “ And he cer- tainly needs it. He was all in.” Joe stared hard at the door of the closed room. kid in there, too?” he inquired. Effie nodded. “ He sticks to his father like a burr,” she said. The editor reached for a chair, and, placing it in front of the girl, sat down and leaned toward her preparatory to seeking confidential information. “Heard anything about old Bart making a strike?” he asked in a hoarse whisper? Effie Morrow gave a little laugh, showing even, pearly teeth, which added to her charms. “How could I help hearing it?” she said. “He keeps repeating it over and over again—like a crazy man with only one idea. But I doubt if it means anything. He’s not right in his head.” ““ What does he say?” persisted Joe. “Why, there’s not much sense to it—just rambling talk,” returned Effie. “But he keeps saying, ‘They call Nick Creede the silver king; but I’m the silver king now—and my boy’s the silver prince. I’m richer than Nick Creede ever dreamed of being.’ ” For a moment Joe stared at her with his mouth open and amazement in his eyes. “ He’s the silver king now, and his boy’s the silver prince,” he repeated. ‘“ Huh! Don’t sound very sensible, does it? If he’s richer than Creede he’s sure made a whopping big strike, and _ it don’t seem possible that anybody could find anything better than the Holy Moses or the Amethyst. But—say, Effie, what do you think about all this? Isn’t there just a chance that it’s so? S’posin’ we have got a new silver king and that young Terry’s a silver prince?” Effie laid her hand on Joe Teed’s knee, and, bending toward him, looked him squarely in the eyes. “TI wouldn’t tell this to anybody but you, Mr. Teed,” she said. “ But there is a chance that it’s so.” * Where’s the sick “ The O startled was the editor by this suggestion that he bounced a few inches from his chair, and his eyes dilated. “By the great horn spoon, Effie!” he cried. “What do you know, anyhow? ” “T don’t know anything for cer- tain,’ she answered, “but I’ve been putting two and two together and drawing conclusions. It’s the boy that makes me think the old man’s story may not be all a dream. In the first place, he won’t let anybody question his father; second, he won't say anything about the strike him- self one way or the other. He’s got a long head, that boy. Why should he be so secretive about this if there’s nothing in it?” “Search me,” blankly. “T've got a notion of the reason,” continued Effie. rhey’re just down from the mountains. If they found anything, where’s the claim been filed? Not here—that’s certain. And there’s no filing office in the direction they came from. If old Bart’s made a strike he hasn’t filed his claim.” “Thunder!” exclaimed Joe. “TI never thought of that. He hasn’t filed his claim! And if anytbody finds out (Continued on page 41) said the editor “rn

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HE Uganda Troop was heading for the coast. A long trip! They grew more impatient every day to reach its end. For there at Kilindini was Captain Addinsel of the British Navy who had promised them a month's adventuring on the sea. Some weeks ago he had written to his friend, Brad Marshall’s father, asking whether those famous scouts would care to take a try at being sailors. They had had quite enough of the land, he said. He could offer new excitements. Would they care to come? Would they. They could hardly wait for the appointed day. But it had come at last. They had ridden to the land- ing stage at Chioga, had crossed the Lake in a govern- ment boat, had hiked to the river down which they were now floating which would lead to a road to Entebbe and a train. Then a quick railroad journey through the splen- did game preserves, and they would be at Kilindini and the sea. The river was rather narrow, heavily bordered with lily- pads and stretches of papyrus, the tasselled tops of which they could see swaying as a hippopotamus passed beneath. Loud puffs too would occasionally announce the beasts’ proximity, but they did not show themselves. They saw some crocodiles, however, sunning themselves on the bank, and fish eagles screamed overhead, their white crowns glistening in the sun. The scouts were not watching for them. They wanted duck which would eke out their rather scanty larder. They had got three, quite sufficient for a substantial evening meal. Their objective now was a com- fortable landing place where they could camp for the night. They were getting tired of this long, slow trip down the river, for the two flat-bottomed boats did not give much quarter to their long legs, and there was much competition for the job of handling the long punting poles. Terry in particular was getting extremely restless. He and Reed had begun a wrestling match. “See here,” said Meade. “If you two want to feed the crocs, just jump over, will you? The rest of us would prefer to feed ourselves.” “Row, brothers, The stream runs chanted the impatient Terry in reply. “Say, Jim, can’t I have a My legs are fast asleep. Honest.” And slow,” row. chance at a pole again. “Oh! Let him have it,” said Meade resignedly. Smith relinquished his task of punting. UT Terry had not been standing five minutes when he gave an exclamation of delight. He had sighted a clean, shelving stretch of sand where they could beach the boats nicely. , They guided the boats in and disembarked. The place proved to be a wilderness of tangled elephant grass, in- terspersed with thorns and some taller growths among which were some palms. Further search, too, revealed the remains of a hut, two parallel walls of which were still standing. “Well, here’s some foundation for a shelter. Here, you chaps”, Bradley Marshall to Terry, Reed and Smith, “can have some exercise now cutting down light trees. Just lay them on top of the walls with plenty of leafy branches. That'll keep the sun out. The rest of us will land the stores, and Pierre here claims he knows how to cook duck. That right?” He turned to Deschamps. “Yes”, said the Frenchman. turned “Well go to it, old son. We're starving.” Pierre set to work. First he dug a pit about three feet deep and two square. Next he collected some flat stones with which he completely lined in the interior. Then he got some palm leaves, large, flat and cool and in them he wrapped tne ducks which he had previously cleaned out. These he laid in his oven, placed some more flat stones on top, and then lit a fire right on the flags. In an hour’s time the fowl were roasted and ready for eating. In much less than that time they had vanished—all but the bones. “Some chef”, they all agreed. But Pierre’s meal seemed to have robbed them of their Or else it must have been the evening that made them so listless. The air was sultry and oppressive. They had no will for work. But the tasks had to be done. They cleared away the supper, lit their ring of fires and early turned in to bed, wrapped in their blankets. Their sleep, however, was broken. There was a continuous shrill buzz of mosquitoes in their ears. Outside their tent they could see the country wrapped in white fog from the marshy river. The woods around seemed to close in suffo- catingly. They were not surprised when a loud rumble from the south set the air vibrating. A few flashes lit the sky. They were in the grip of a tropical storm. energy. HERE came an ear-splitting crackle at which one and all jumped to their feet. “Wow!” cried Bradley glorious Fourth.” It resembled indeed a thou- sand firecrackers all exploding right beside them. Then the lightning darted around them, now in sheets, now in forked tongues. The air seemed thick with the fumes of sulphur. “Tet’s go out and watch it,” Marshall “Sounds like the HIS story is a test. cried someone. They went. At times they could see the country lit up as by a giant fire; at others it was black as tar. In the wood they heard a tree crash with a TT How Long Can You Hold Your Breath ? You are going to begin breathing hard right after you get past the first paragraph, and as you go on, you will forget to breathe at all. Like as not, you'll hold your breath to the very last line. can you hold out to the end? We don’t want any of you chaps to strangle or anything like that, so watch out. BOYS’ LIFE Saar eR By Capt. A. P. Corcoran Illustrated by Clyde Forsythe up consolingly. “Looks as if the ocean was-coming half way ” : to meet us. “Yeh!” said Marshall. “But I think I’d prefer fish to lizards. Theres some slimy thing trying to crawl down the back of my neck. I’m moving away from this wall.” The others followed suit. But no sooner had they reached the center of their shelter than the wind rose. There came a howl first from the gale, then from a scout. “Wow”! shouted Terry. The breeze had sent a box of their stores crashing against his leg. Then there came a rip, and the roof went flying from over their heads. The blankets went bellying and blowing around them. “Get back to the wall”, cried Meade. HEY retired to it, clinging together. There was a rending sound outside. ‘They rushed out just in time to miss a tall tree which came tumbling into the hut. Their safest course now was to seek the elephant grass and sit in it as far from danger as possible. They did so and sank into it. It was soaked through. So were they. They were shivering now from cold and sheer exhaustion. And even though the wind still shrieked and the rain streamed and the thunder rolled at times, they fell asleep to be awakened again by a hot sun. The earth was steaming around them now, drying like clothes before a fire. They rose, stretched themselves, aching in every limb. “Better go down to the river first and see about our boats”, said Meade. They went, but that stretch of beach had vanished in the night. And all that was left of the boats was a painter tied to a stake which: floated aimlessly on the top of the vellow water. Their sole means of conveyance had been carried away by the flood. At first they stared stupidly, unable to believe this disaster. Then they rushed wildly along the banks in the hope of find- ing even one caught in a tree. And they did see one, its flat bottom uppermost but it was away off on the other side of the stream. “We've just got to get it” said Bradley Marshall. “There Now the question is, But we do slow shattering sound. And __ want you to read this story and all the rest of the stories that’ are miles and miles of this even as they watched, half Captain A. P. Corcoran writes for us. They are about the river to cover yet, and we frightened by the terrific thun- fest scout adventure. stories we have ever read. That troop simply can’t hike along the der, down came the rain. “Get under cover,” shouted Meade. They were in even as he spoke, but there was little cover awaiting them in the hut. It was as if some huge reservoir had broken its dam. The water simply poured down from the _ of adventure to come. sky. It beat through the leaves and between the slim_ tree trunks. They crouched against the walls, blankets wrapped tight around them. But they might as well have tried to keep dry sitting under a cataract. “Huh! I’m as happy Meade. “Me too”, came the general chorus. “ Well, we wanted to be sea-scouts,” Jackie Felton piped as a cat in a river,” exclaimed chaps in South Africa,—the place where men and boys of all nations come together—is a really, live'and up and going troop of fellows, and they have more adventures crowded into a summer's vacation than most scouts have in a life time. If you have not followed the trail of the Uganda Mounted Troop start now and stick to them. Read this story of their go with the headhunters, and then watch out for other stories IIIA TTT banks, carrying stores through the jungle.” “Maybe you’d like to swim out for it, and let a croc have a nip at your heels,” said Terry facetiously. “Don’t be funny, young *un,” said Brad. * Who's Terry, bridling at once. “Oh! cut it out,” ‘Meade. ““This is serious.” They tried to reach the boat with poles, but even 4s they did so, it swung with the current and _ floated off before their eves. Disconsolately they returned to the camp for breakfast. Their stores were strewn broadcast, but they collected them at length, and sat down silently to 4 meal. The hut was now a ruin, so they ate in the shelter of ’ funny?’ demanded cried The po me

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LIFE | in f way sh to down i= they rose, cout. ainst lying and as a time ‘heir 1 sit sank were even and ened like lves, our 1 in sa the heir had the dly, iter. ong ind- ree. flat was or ere this we the igh ‘im ive ry ed a of XUM The Boy Scouts’ Magazine They guided the boats in and disembarked in a wilderness of tangled elephant grass, interspersed with thorns and some palms a tree. They had almost finished when there came a— “Ping!” They looked up astonished, and beheld a small dart sticking in the wood just above Jackie Felton’s head. “Great Caesar!” cried Meade. “Have we camped on the ground of the head-hunters?” “Head-hunters?” echoed the Troop in horror. “Well, someone said there were head-hunters somewhere around this river. Flat on your stomachs, everybody !” The whole Troop fell on the ground. Lying still they tried to peer around, but could see no one. No more darts came. “Two of you fire, you Reed and Smith,” Meade ordered. “Up in the air! May as well show the beggars we could fight if necessary.” Plop! went the bullets. There was no answering attack. Not a sound broke the silence. But the scouts did not dare show themselves yet. They remained on the earth pondering their precarious situation, trying to plan some means of escape. HEY had to get away, but how? Now more than ever it would be lunacy to attempt to walk along the bank, for the blacks would follow them. They did not know a trail, and hampered by their stores they could not hurry. It seemed a desperate dilemma. “We'll just have to go by water”, said Meade finally. “Well, I could build a raft, I think, if they’d let me,” volunteered Marshall. If they’d let him! That, of course, was the crux. They thought it over a while in silence. At length Meade spoke up. “T’ve got a scheme,” he said and proceeded to outline it. Bradley Marshall was to take four boys to help him at his boat building; Meade to take the rest to stand guard. “Smith, Deschamps, Felton and myself will shinny up trees at stated intervals”, he looked around and picked out vantage points from which they could keep guard. “These blighters are in the woods, and they'll stay there”, he said grimly, “for the first that shows his head will lose it.” He turned to his assistants. “Come on, chaps. The minute we’re up, Brad, you start work and hurry it for goodness sake.” They were up the trees in a trice, and Marshall began. aoa he and his helpers laid hold of two trunks which the storm had obligingly chopped down. These they rolled to the water’s edge, where they got out their axes, cut the branches off and chipped bark from one side of each.tree. Having smoothed them as much as possible they rolled them together, flattened sides facing, and bound them with such rope as they had, reinforced by elephant grass. This done, they turned them over so that one log lay on top of the other, “That will keep us high out of the water,” explained Marshall. “Yes”, said Terry. “It looks okeh to me, but won't it topple over the minute we get it in the water, and lie flat?” “Quite so, bonehead”, said Brad, “if I launched it that way.” He turned to Jorgenson and Higgins. “You two run and cut down four trees about the thickness of your arm. Have them about eight feet long, and then get two more shorter and thicker. Here, you fellows may as well help.” He addressed Reed and Terry. In a few minutes the trees were brought to him. “Going to build a regular ark, Brad?” The irrepressible Terry broke out again. “Not enough wood for that, old stocking—unless I use your head, too,” was the crushing reply. “ Plenty of timber there, I should say.” But Terry was too busy watching him to retort. Under Marshall’s direction Jo-ho and Higgins were already lash- ing the ends of the thinner trees in pairs. That done he called Red and Reed. “Now you two take one lot and lay it across one end of the big trunks at right angles, having the joint resting on the top. Lash them securely. I'll do the same the other end.” He was in the middle of his job, when there came a shout from Meade. “Nearly finished, you chaps? The clans are gathering. I can see them coming at the rate of a mile a minute along a trail.” Even as he spoke, the tread of feet, the snapping of twigs and the sound of voices became audible from beyond the edge of the wood. “Ready, fellows” shouted Jim. we’re forced to it!” Tense, white-faced the four awaited the attack. “But no firing unless The branches parted. They breathed hard. And out of the forest emerged a man, clad in the coat and trousers of civilization. Behind him trooped savages, jabbering like monkeys as was their wont. But the scouts paid them small attention. Their eyes were fixed on the leading figure. HEY peered down on him. Yes, he was white. But who was he? And what his business? He was looking around expectantly. As he caught sight of the boys at the water edge, he seemed to emit a deep sigh of relief. Not dangerous, evidently ! “Hallo there!” shouted Meade. “Hallo yourself,” was the friendly answer, “ but where are you?” “Coming down!” was the cheery call. And four scouts shot out of the trees. “*Pon my word!” was the smiling comment. “Playing monkeys ?” “Not exactly”. The stranger's face grew suddenly sober. “Well, thank goodness, you’re all safe.” The scouts looked at him in surprise. “You see I knew of your predicament. One of my boys here”, he explained, “saw the head-hunter fire that dart at you, and tore off to tell me about it. I’m a missionary, and I came to see if I could be of help. We,” with a sweep of the arm he indicated the black band behind him, “know these gentlemen of old, and the little pranks they are apt to play on visitors. But they don’t play them when we're around.” He smiled. “You see we have established a sort of entente.” “Awfully decent of you to come along’, Meade began, but the missionary cut him short. “Nonsense! But what I'd like to know is how you came to be here anyway, and what you were waiting for now.” He looked around on the Troop, all of which had now gathered. “This is the Uganda Mounted Troop of Scouts”, said Meade, and proceeded to introduce them individually. Then he told the story of their trip, its object and the accident of losing the boat. “But we’ve another just complete,” put in Marshall. “Want to see it”? (Concluded on page 47)

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SS ORGET-ME-NOTS still tinted patches of meadow and saxifrage whitened open hillside spaces like belated snowbanks. May had come and again the orchard’s southern slope was carmined with wild columbine. Around bases of old apple trees they clustered thickly—rings of soft flame undulating to the slightest breeze. One calm morning about the middle of the month my caught a sound like the whirring of tiny aeroplanes and = a swaying group. of flowers betrayed the cause—the Ruby- throat with gorget a ears deeper crimson and back a more vivid green than the blos- soms and leaves he poised among. Sud- denly dropping be- neath a_ flower he slipped his bill per- pendicularly into its cup, raised it hori- zontally and extracted the food within. The movement between flowers was almost too swift for the eye to follow but the method was the same in each case—the upright position changed to the more convenient horizontal—the extraction of the tiny mouthful, then away to the next one! Breakfast rested a few moments on an elderberry twig, then disappeared. Some days later, while I was watching a tarrying White- over he The movement between flowers was almost too swift for the eye to follow throat feeding on a globule of dandelion seed which he had pulled down by the simple expedient of hopping upon it, the same whirr of miniature machinery greeted me. The startled White-throat almost fell backward as the green projectile dove swiftly forward and poised directly in front with bill pointed straight at him and tail lowered at right angles to his body. There may be some method of birds — I don’t know—but the newcomer’s actions said plainly “Beat it! That’s mine!” and the sparrow obeyed without any hesitation whatever. Was it a spirit of perversity or mischief which prompted There Perhaps over communication between its adversary to covet that particular seed vessel? were many other spherical elfin wands nearby. it was innate pugnacity for this restless highspeed sprite always seemed to have a chip on his wing. A _ billful of the small thistle-like seeds was gathered in an instant, and away! but I had followed the direction—straight toward the house. Walking to the point where I had seen him last I soon discovered him again with another mouthful, this time disappearing around the house. This gained fifty feet and his next appearance betrayed the secret. There it was, just commenced, on the branch of an apple tree within thirty feet of the porch and so located that I could look into it easily from an This was on the morning of May 20th. sortie lower upper window. HERE was no doubt as to the architect and super- intendent of that structure. Sir Ruby did his share of the work in carrying material but Mrs. Ruby bossed the job. She attended to more than half the transporta- tion, too, and refused point blank to allow him to place any of the spiders’ webs which bound on the carefully selected lichens ornamenting the exterior of the dwelling, altho she did not refuse him permission to stick a few pieces on with As far as I could judge the lichens were gathered from the same tree and to pry off a particularly resistant bit they worked together. Usually the birds lit on the branch when gathering these decora- tions but twice I saw them pick a piece from a limb while flying. Although apparently eager to complete the home saliva! HE - —_ ° lliamt im By R. I. Brasher Illustrated by the Author ’ “ Beat it! That’s Mine’ they varied the work by play and lovemaking, for the ex- uberance which pervaded these living sunbeams had to find more than one outlet. Suddenly Sir Ruby would swing off on the are of a rising circle ten—yes, fifteen !—feet upward; then back past his admiring sweetheart perched on the edge of the nest, and up as far on the other side, her fascinated head turning to follow him through this pendulum movement. There was no similarity to a pen- dulum in speed however, for the maneuver was executed a dozen times with a celerity which taxed the vision to follow. The finish found him dropping alongside the object of his affections, as softly as a milkweed seed comes to rest. Who could ignore such a gallant charmer? —certainly not she! a little over two days the home was finished and no time was lost in moving in. On the third morning a peep through the binoculars revealed a tiny white egg almost exactly the shape and size of a bean, lying snugly in the downy bed. alongside and I caught Sir Ruby perched on the side of the nest looking, it seemed to me, somewhat mystified at the treasures. The so-called head of the Ruby-throat family has a very bad habit of losing all interest in sub- sequent proceedings, deserting his wife and home after, and The next morning another reposed sometimes before, the eggs are laid, so I fully expected this particular gallant to follow precedent and disappear. While he lingered there, wondering what those two white objects could possibly mean, he was rudely awakened by a sudden dart of emerald driving straight at him. Did he turn and fly? No, indeed! Off he slid and up on the first dizzy turn of the courtship half circle, while she, from a point directly above the nest, slowly sank down on the Up and down he went a dozen times, always facing her as he went past the nest. Here was an interesting variation from the conventionally indifferent male Ruby- throat, and thereafter every opportunity which offered found the glasses following the little pair. From a eggs. Who could ignore such a gallant charmer? BOYS’ LIFE capable architect and builder Mrs. Emerald Ruby-throat fell naturally into the role of an efficient New England housewife and like many of them after marriage, toler. ated no more sentimental nonsense. If sentiment forbidden, fighting was not, so an air deadline was laid out and strictly enforced, Any living thing which wandered too close was summarily halted. Poor Mr. and Mrs. Phoebe with four youngsters un- der the woodshed were forced to make a wide detour yia Chicken - house to reach home, and even this circuitous route was not always safe. The only excep- tion to the traffic regulations was a pair of Red-eyed Vireos with their pen- dulous home on the opposite side of the same tree. They had commenced homebuilding operations a little before the humming birds and perhaps the latter recognized the law of priority or maybe it was a case of fellow bird feeling making them “ wondrous kind.” Was Lane O NE morning sudden outcries from the chickens brought me to the window, rifle in hand, for such a racket had only one meaning. A Cooper Hawk had made a dive, but the wires sur- rounding the yard spoiled the swoop and he lit on one of the fence posts to figure out a more effective plan of attack. Straight and nearly as swift as a bullet Sir Ruby shot at him. The hawk drew back his head with ruffled feathers and as- sumed a pose of “frightifu«al- ness” but it was no go—the at- tack became more vicious, more insistent and to his face,” also his eyes, he dived for the woods, twisting and turning to escape the demon which followed with per- sistent jabs at the back of his head. We had been losing chicks from Lady Jane’s in the I attributed this slaughter to : I Suddenly dropping be- i neath a _ flower he slipped his bill into it * save orchard for some days. the gentleman just defeated. That evening another chick was gone. Although a shy but persistent chicken thief, it did not seem probable that after his experiences of the afternoon the hawk would return the same day. I had been out of doors most of the time and heard no hawk tocsin sounded. At daylight next morning Sir Ruby suddenly left his sleeping perch just over the nest and darted into a clump of blackcap bushes at the end of the A series of short rushes and out sneaked a brindle cat. So that was the chicken thief! The .25 ended his career. We lost no more chicks. One morning as I watched the evolutions of a male Marsh Hawk (a pair of which had bred every year in our valley) his gyrations—a gigantic imitation of Sir Ruby’s half-circle amorous exhibitions—were suddenly brought to a halt by the onslaught of a Kingbird whose mate was at work on a nest in a nearby valley, the conqueror re- turning with elated twitterings of triumph to his van- tage post near the nesting site. Alas, his victory was short-lived! for with an impetuosity which knows not discretion, Sir Ruby shot at him, and flight—ignominious flight—was the only alternative of the erstwhile hero. grape arbor. Oo” spring is some distance up the hill, the water be- ing brought down through a lead pipe into a barrel, the overflow falling on an old cherry log. My ablutions were sometimes performed here and frequently the fear- (Concluded on page 53) XUM

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(Continued Next Week.)” Lemmy took his first long breath in over an hour and rubbed his stinging eyes with his left hand while he con- tinued to pick chips with his right. Stories always came to an end, but the digester belt went on forever. There is romance in the wood-pulp process, which changes trees to sheets of paper, but Lemmy found little of it, down in his dingy cell two floors below the ground- level of the mill. Only because he lived in the paper-and- print world, among the heroes of the plains and moun- tains, was he able to bear the confinement his job made necessary. Now Lemmy’s library was exhausted. He finish- ing the last book lent him by Jerry Stone, the millman’s son. His own collection he knew by heart. Spring was well on the way and Lemmy’s job, tolerable through the winter, was growing duller and more irksome; he was beginning to wish he was back on was the logs, as tally-boy or even as water-boy. After the longest hour of the whole week, from six o'clock Friday afternoon, the whistle blew and Lemmy was freed for a whole week. The mill was to shut down pending the arrival of more wood. Early Saturday morning, before his father and mother were awake, Lemmy rose and packed an old‘knap-sack with food, took his rusty little woods- man’s axe from the wood-shed, hunted up some fish- ing tackle, tied his knap-sack on with his braided lariat, donned his river-driver’s garb and set off for five to the little shack down below the Falls, where his long-neglected log canoe was cached. It was the story of the Indians in his last book that had re- minded him of the dug out canoe. Lemmy found the craft moss-grown from its long stay in the damp boathouse, half-filled with water and the paddle cracked. But the canoe was water- tight and the paddle was easily mended with twine, and after cleaning and loading it he started off Straight ahead of him the shallow rapids that spread out below the Falls, danced and beckoned and behind him the Falls roared a thunderous good-bye. Once more Lemmy was with his eld friend, the river. down-stream. PRUCE RIVER runs a distance of some fifty miles below Spruce Falls, through forest and marshes, with, here and there, an out-cropping of sandstone cliffs. There are no towns or settlements along its banks between Spruce Falls and Punifer Dam. Logs for the mill at Punifer Dam run through Spruce Falls in April, ahead of the drive for the sulphite mill where Lemmy worked. The last stragglers of the spring drive were floating lazily down-stream when Lemmy launched his canoe, Just as Lemmy shoved off he heard a sharp ex- clamation behind him. It sounded much like a muffled Indian yell. It was a combination of a whine and a yell. Some persons would call it a bark, and perhaps it was, but to Lemmy it ex- pressed as much as spoken words. It was Geminy, his six-months old water-spaniel puppy. Geminy Was floundering along the bank, part of the time jn the water and part of the time in mud, begging Lemmy was really glad that Geminy had come to be taken along. “Gwan home, Geminy! Gwan!” commanded Lemmy, but Geminy was already too far on the jour- ney to be sent back. Lemmy backed water and caught the pup by the scruff of the neck, as he came alongside, and hauled him, dripping and panting, into the canoe. “T don’t know what you want to follow me _ for,” grumbled Lemmy, as the dog shook water all over his master and trembled with excitement and cold. Lemmy was really glad Geminy had come along. he did not let on. “T s’pose I'll have to divide my grub with you, now,” he complained further. Geminy laughed in his master’s face, and wagged his tail. - “Well, lie down, then, so you won't fall out or tip the canoe over.” Geminy curled up on the blanket and banged the side of the canoe with his tail. Lemmy turned all his attention to guiding the canoe through the shallow, rock-bottomed rapids, The stream ‘ But Lemmy set to work to chop the key-log in two ai through the rain. 15 By Clay W. Perry Illustrated by Charles H. Towne ’ was not dangerous but it would be eas; to get a spill. Down-stream, all day, floated the old log canoe, carrying the boy and the pup, only stopping now and then to allow the passengers’ to get a drink from springs that trickled down to the river from the woods, and for lunch, at noon. At dusk Lemmy camped at a likely fishing ground, ten miles from home. Before one mile had been covered Lemmy forgot the sulphite mill and everything except that he wanted to keep on down-river After a splendid meal Lemmy pulled his canoe out of the water, made a bed of hemlock boughs, propped the canoe up-side down on some forked sticks for a roof, and with his tattered old blanket and mackinaw coat for bedding and Geminy as a warm bed-fellow, slept in com- fort beside a smouldering “ Indian fire.” Sunday morning brought to the boy only flickering thoughts of return to Spruce Falls. “We'll stick to the river, Gem,” he told the dog, “ an’ see if we can’t find the drive. They can’t be very far down. They'll have lots to eat in camp, Gem. What do you think about that?” Gem coughed up a fish-bone and frisked over to the edge of the river, in so suggestive a manner Lemmy knew the answer. “I’m glad we told mother we'd be gone several days, Temmy told Geminy. “She worries anyway, whether I'm at work or in school, so what's the difference. We'll send her a postal card if we get too far down river, and just decide to go on to Punifer Dam,” ; HE farther from home he got the more glad Lemmy was he had let Geminy come along. The nights were cold, and Geminy was a splendid bed-warmer, and he made the wildness of the river less lonesome. Lemmy lost all regret that he had nothing to read. His eyes lost their squint, the crick disappeared from his neck and his appetite returned so that he began to paddle a little more vigorously down-river, hoping to come up with the river- drivers camp, and their plentifully supplied larder. Lemmy whooped at the top of his lungs when, on the morning of the fourth day from home, his ears caught the faint far-away roaring which he took for Punifer Dam. He fell asleep in the sun, after lunch and woke ravenous, in a cold, drizzling rain. There was nothing to do but start on, for he did not want to make camp supperless, so he knelt in the bottom of the canoe and started swiftly down-stream, toward the roaring of the dam. Lemmy had not counted on the crooks of the river when he estimated his distance from Punifer Dam. As the crow flies he was less than two miles from the town but the river travels a tortuous route of nearly six miles, in its course. Another thing deceived Lemmy about his distance from Punifer Dam. In the narrowing river, five miles above the Dam, where the current had cut down through sand-stone and formed a gorge Lemmy hove in sight of Roar- ing Rock. The two shoulders of this sand-stone boulder, standing in mid-stream, rose like the portals of a gate. Between the shoulders the water rushed, through a cleft wider than the canoe was long, and with a roaring sound like the water going over Spruce Falls. Lemmy slowed up his paddling and peered ahead What he saw, when he was less than half a mile from Roaring Rock, excited him. “Gee, it’s a jam in the making, Gem!” he told the dog, and Geminy, who was looking ahead twisted 4 around and confirmed Lemmy’s judgment with a ‘ sharp bark. 7 right and left of Roaring Rock the river boiled against jagged rocks at the base of the cliffs, deep, swift and dangerous. Lemmy was not afraid of the river for he knew it as a friend, but his (Continued on page 49)

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© ariat RY, desolate plains, showing MMM LMM MMIII! mountain “It ain’t goin? to hurt here and there _— sparse : you none to lug up a can o’ water LD growths of sagebrush and Hardships and now and then,” he said sulkily. cactus, stretched away in Temper The next moment the can came all directions. Far off were low, rolling, barren hills, and, twenty or miles to the west, rose a high thirty tipped with mountain, its summit snow. In the bottom of a little gully was Warm, brack- a valuable find men a muddy water hole. ish water it was, but in that dry country, wandered sometimes for days with- out a drop to moisten their parched throats. Near this spot a party of four, two men and two boys, far astray from trail of the gold-hunting Forty-niners whose caravans were coiled over the plains all the way from the Missouri to the Sierras that summer, had made camp. One of the men, Jeff Quantrell, was on his way alone to the distant mountain, from which he hoped to get a view of the unknown country to the west that would enable him to decide on their best course. Old Uncle Ezra Bellamy, who, in spite of his age, had borne up surpris- ingly well through the long, hard journey, was sleeping soundly on the bare ground with a horse blanket pulled over his face to shut out the glare of the sun. Two shaggy Indian ponies, lean and miserable, were trying to satisfy their hunger with grass so thin and dry and sparse that even a sheep would have scorned it. Sitting on the hot sand, Tuck Simms and Job Danby were staring off into the direction Quantrell had taken, wondering whether the shrewd, experienced old-timer from the Santa Fe Trail would succeed in finding a way out of their troubles. For days the country had been growing worse and worse as they advanced, their food supply was running low, and it had, become a serious question how long they would have to travel before finding more water, even such a muddy hole as the one that was now saving them from the agonies of thirst. The boys were listless, despondent. ‘The hard conditions under which they had been living had worn down their youthful high spirits and them moody, irritable, quick to find fault, full of glooming forebodings. where conditions. for California. the main made “LOWLY Tuck dragged himself to his feet, and, going S to a clump of sagebrush, lifted a can from a hole in the sand which he had dug to keep his water supply cool. The can was empty. He turned angrily to Job. “You been at this water?” he demanded. “Yep,” replied Job indifferently. “This can’s mine,” Tuck shouted? “You got no right to touch it. You go down to the hole and get your own supply. I’m not goin’ to do your carryin’ for you.” Job stolidly continued his inspection of the snow-tipped HERE'S a grimness to the anger that is generated by hardship. When a chap is struggling for life against odds, when water is short, food is gone, and all conditions are against him, then if his temper break beyond control, he is liable to think things and do things that he will be sorry for afterwards. Tuck Simms’ temper broke under just such You all know how hard he and by. the little party of which he was a member struggled along the gold trail of the °49 bound In the midst of all the trouble, Tuck thought one of his pards had gone back on him. It was enough to make him think grim thoughts and plan evil things. and anger and resentment made his blood hot until—until—well. read this story of “The Lariat,” by Edward Leonard, whom we con- sider one of the best story writers contributing exclusively to BOYS’ LIFE. Read this story and get the lesson in it,—the lesson that Tuck Simms learned and heeded. eating] GULULUINUNNUNUONO0ON0VOUUOHLOULOTVOVLHUN OLAS whirling through the air. Just too late, Job threw up an arm. The can struck his cheek, bruising the skin. He sprang up furious, looking about for a weapon. He knew Tuck was stronger than he, or he would have attacked him with his fists. There was neither stone nor stick anywhere, but a rawhide lariat was lying close He picked it up, and, running forward, swung it sharply across Tuck's face. With a yell of pain, Tuck rushed for him. But Job was the faster of the two, and kept away easily, taunting his pursuer from a _ safe distance. Before long Tuck gave up the hope- less chase. He was thirstier than ever now, after so much exertion in the sun, and, taking the empty can, he trudged down to the water hole grumbling. There was a dangerous glitter in his eyes that boded no good to Job Danby. On the way he picked up the lariat, which Job had dropped. For a long time after he had satisfied his thirst, Tuck sat beside the water hole, brooding vengeance. A_ red welt lay across his cheek. He bathed it with the muddy water, but the pain of it grew sharper and sharper in the burning sun, “Tll get him!” he muttered. what he’s done to me.” Tuck saw red, “Till get him good for ICKING up the lariat, he ran it through his fingers as he speculated over what he should do to Job Danby. Again and again the lariat came into his thoughts. As he studied the coils of rawhide, they stirred his thirst for vengeance. The thing seemed bewitched in its power to fan his anger and arouse all his worst impulses. And a savage strain had developed in Tuck through the days of hardship in the desert. Those dry, lonely wastes often had such an effect upon men, too, bringing out barbaric, cruel instincts that lie dormant in human beings under the veneers of civilization. He could make Job suffer with that lariat. He could lash him with it. He could twist it round his wrists until it cut deep into his skin. The more he brooded over it, the more possibilities the thing seemed to offer. As he sat nursing his anger, a moving dot appeared on the plain far off to the west. For the moment Tuck forgot about what he meant to do to Job Danby. He studied the moving speck, wondering whether it could be Quantrell, who surely could not have gone half way to the mountain in the short time he had been away. The speck grew larger, and, as it moved for- BOYS’ LIFE By Edward Leonard Illustrated by Remington Schuyler ward, it developed into three figures, walking close together. Presently Tuck saw that two men were helping along a third, who could barely walk. Climbing up from the water hole, he called to Uncle Ezra, who tossed the blanket from his face and sat up blinking into the sunshine. Full of interest at once, the old man watched the approaching figures. “Looks like they was all three in trouble,” he said, “The one in between can hardly walk at all, but the two ihat are draggin’ him along aren’t much better off.” Very slowly the three drew nearer. The one in the center appeared to be barely alive. His head was droop- ing, his legs giving way at the knees with every step. His companions were staggering against his weight. Yet they dragged him on without a pause, as if to stop and rest were impossible, straining every muscle, throwing their last bit of strength into the effort. A few more moments, and Tuck and old Ezra could see their faces distinctly. Drawn and emaciated, they looked more like the faces of mummies than of living men, “They're starvin’!” cried Uncle Ezra. ‘em! They’re nothin’ but skin and bone.” They came to the top of the gully, and one of them gave a hoarse cry as he caught sight of the water hole. The discovery seemed to put new life into them, and they tore down the steep slope so fast that Tuck expected to see them fall headlong. On arriving at the water they dropped on hands and knees, their faces over the muddy pool, drinking with long, choking gulps. “Tl bet they’re hungry enough to eat shoeleather,” said Ezra. “ We better be gettin’ some food ready for ’em, Tuck. It’s pretty scarce, but I guess we can spare enough to give ’em a square meal, Jerked mule meat and beans ain’t very appetizin’ to most folks, but it’ll sure Here, you, Job! Scare up some ’ “Took at seem good to them. fuel.” Seeing that he was safe from Tuck for the time, Job set to work breaking up dry sagebrush branches and piling them up for a fire, while old Ezra hobbled down to the water hole. FTER dark that evening, Tuck sat staring out over the starlit plain, fingering the lariat, nursing his grievance, oblivious of everything else, even of the two strangers who, refreshed and strengthened now after eating and resting, sat near him talking with old Ezra and Job. The man they had helped across the plain lay flat on his back on a blanket, deep in the sleep of utter exhaustion. One of the strangers turned a haggard, grimy face to the silent Tuck. “ That’s a likely lookin’ lariat you got ' _ ~ 5 hye “of =—— * pars : REMINGTON SCHUYLER He picked up a rawhide lariat and swung it sharply across Tuck’s face XUM

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there, son,” he said, picking up the strip of rawhide and examining it. Good deal like the one we had.” He glanced at his companion, and, after a moment of silence, added, “T reckon we could tell a story about a lariat like this, eh, Aleck? ” “T reckon we could, Mac,’ the other man answered. “If it hadn’t been for that lariat of ours we'd not be here to-night. We'd be lyin’ out in the desert by now with the wolves feedin’ on us.” Mac nodded his head solemnly. “ That's where we'd be,” he assented. “Out on the desert, picked to the bone, by now.” He stared out over the cruel country they from, and shuddered. “But how did the lariat save you?” asked interest aroused at last. The man did not seem to hear the question. His eyes were still fixed on the bleak western sky line, as if his thoughts were far away in the waterless alkali wastes that lay there. His pipe glowed brightly, its smoke rising high in a thin spiral and scattering slowly, for not a breath of air was astir. The night was as silent as death. And like an image of death itself the man seemed as he sat there, his drawn, sunken face thrust forward, his bony hands spread out on his thin, sharp knees, his long, yellow teeth showing now and then as his lips drew away from the pipe stem. “There was four of us at the start,” he began at last. “There’s one lyin’ out there somewheres—what’s left of him. We was bound overland with a wagon train, headed for the gold fields, when the notion struck Aleck and me that we’d try the Green River and let it carry us as far as it would toward the Pacific. Sandy Rowan wanted to join us, and we agreed to take him. Then Rufe Grover’s horse broke a leg, and he had to shoot him, so he thought he'd come, too. We got some logs, and tied ’em together with strips cut from the hide of Rufe’s horse to make a raft. “By an’ by, after we'd travelled down the river for a spell, we struck the rapids, and had to give it up. After we'd landed, with our minds made up to foot it across country and get to the mines somehow if luck was with us, we figured we could carry all our supplies on our backs. We took our guns, food, every cussed thing we had, even the strips of hide that held the raft Rufe tied ’em into a long , and wound ’em_ round his waist. Said they reminded him of his dead horse, and that he might find another horse ’fore long and that he’d need a good lariat to fasten him with. Rufe was always a savin’ crittur, the kind that picks up pins and counts Dunno why he ever wanted to go to the gold mines. He’d have got rich back where “he come from just from savin’ up junk. “After a long time we come to a wagon train headin’ down from Salt Lake. They’d got the idea that they had come Tuck, his together. string, pennies. could find a way that would take them south of the Sierras to the coast. We was all four fairly well primed with money, and when the wagon owners sold each of us a horse and saddle we figured our troubles was about over. We rode on ahead, and we never got a look at them But I’d bet my last dollar they never got through the way they was goin’. That’s no country for wagons, nor for horses; nor for human bein’s either. It’s the land o’ death. That’s what I call it, the land o’ death.” wagons again. 8 a — ‘ow ea abe Metiahaad < : vote ha ee ra eee = 7) or aa ts OR a moment he was silent, his sunken eyes turned to the desert. Then he held out his shrunken hands, and stared at them as if he doubted they could be his own. They were more like the claws of some huge bird than human hands. “The water holes was gettin’ mighty scarce,” he con- tinued; “and food was even scarcer. For days an’ days there wasn’t a livin’ thing to shoot at. The stuff on our backs was pretty nigh gone, and we didn’t dare to eat more’n enough to keep us alive. Once in a long spell wed bring down a rabbit, and that would help some; but by an’ bye the country got too bad for even them things to live in. “But we kept goin’ on, and ’fore long we got out onto a flat plain that was as white as snow. It wasn’t snow; it was nothin’ but salt, miles and miles of salt, with the sun shinin’ down on it so dazzlin’ that our eyes burned and we could scarce see our way. We had to drink a lot o’ water with all the hot, hard travellin’ we was doin’, and by an’ bye our canteens was empty. Not a water hole nowheres. We had food, but we couldn’t eat it. It would stick in our dried-up throats so we couldn’t swallow it. “‘Tet’s go back,’ says Sandy Rowan. ‘I don’t wanter see no gold mines. I wanter go home.’ “But I says, ‘No, we’re not goin’ back. I started out to reach the gold country, and I’m goin’ to get to it or die. I won’t turn back after all I’ve been through in the way of sufferin’ an’ torment.’ “And Aleck chimes in, ‘That’s me. I won’t go back. I got a notion we’re goin’ to get to the mountains ’fore long, where there'll be water.” Ain’t that just what you says, Aleck?” Aleck turned his pinched, sun-dried face to his com- panion, and nodded. “That’s what I said,” he answered. “JT wasn’t goin’ back. But I might o’ changed my mind if I'd known what lay before us.” “At that Rufe speaks up. get to the gold country or drop dead on the way. if you go back youll go back alone, Sandy Rowan.” “So we went on. But we didn’t talk no more after that. Our throats was too dry, and every time we opened our mouths they got drier. The horses suffered more’n we did, I reckon, and after a time Aleck’s horse drops and rolls over on his side. We couldn’t get him up, and we left him lyin’ there. Then Rufe’s horse gives out, and we had to leave him, too, the four of us takin’ turns ridin’ the two horses that we had left. ‘Tl stick,’ says he, ’till we And ¢ ¢C1\OMEHOW, more dead than alive, we got across that salt plain and into some dry hills. Not a thing growin’ there but a few thin clumps o’ sagebrush. Not a sign of water anywheres. But Rufe had heard somewheres that in that kind of a country men had to go up instead of down to find water, there bein’ a little snow on top o’ the high hills sometimes. The hills kept gettin’ higher an’ higher, and we kept climbin’ up and up till night came. We lay down to rest, but we couldn’t sleep, not a wink. We was too thirsty for that. We lay there sufferin’ till daylight came; and then Rufe finds on the rocks a little thin ice, no thicker than a watch glass. We put some of it into our mouths, and felt better. All the rest of it we stowed into our canteens to let it melt. Lucky we found it ‘fore the day got well started, for it wouldn’t o’ lasted five minutes in the sun. We gave each o’ the horses a sip, Just enough to wet their mouths, and then we went on —went on west, always headin’ west.” “ Always headin’ west,” echoed Aleck proudly. “There was three of us that was no quitters.” “Three of us that was no quitters, Aleck. Three of us that never gave a look behind, nary a look. But Sandy Rowan wasn’t made o’ the same stuff. There was a quittin’ streak in him. I reckon he hadn’t been as strong as the rest of us from the start, and he seemed to suffer more and get weak faster than we did. “‘Let’s go back,’ he kept urgin’. ‘Let's go back. I don’t wanter die out here in the desert. I wanter see my home again,’ “Tt got so we didn’t pay no attention to him after a while. We just let him keep on urgin’ and whinin’ without givin’ a word in answer, for we was goin’ to keep on headin’ west if it killed us—always headin’ west, eh, Aleck?” “ Always headin’ west,” echoed Aleck. “ Nothin’ but starvin’ and thirstin’ ahead of us, but always headin’ west.” And Tuck Simms, as he caught sight of the gleam in the man’s tired eyes and the triumphant look on his worn face, began to understand the pride and grim deter- inination with which the dauntless three had pushed their way over the desert. “ Along toward the end o’ the day,” Mac continued, “we come across a little pool of water in the rocks, just in time to save us from goin’ ravin’ mad with thirst. There was enough of it for us and the horses, but nothin’ left for the canteens, and to the west of us as far as we could see, for miles and miles, the country looked drier than ever. But we wasn’t goin’ to give up, not anybody exceptin? Sandy Rowan. We’d sworn we'd never turn back, Rufe and Aleck and me, and we wasn’t the kind to go back on our words. “Tt was gettin’ dark, when Sandy’s horse stuck a foot into a cleft o’ the rocks, and fell with a broken leg. Sandy had to shoot him, and he cried like a baby over the (Continued on page 45)

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e€re BOYS’ LIFE It was one thing to laugh at the storm and another to face it alone. OT only the boys, but even the fishing fleet were excited. Green Harbor had never seen anything like the Sea Spray except in pictures. The lean boat had come in to the wharf half out of water, clouds of foam curling from her sharp bows, her exhaust roaring like a busy sector on the Western front. “T’ll say she’s some boat,” acknowledged young Nate Winslow of the Carrie T. “ Bet she'll turn up close to thirty-five knots.” powel “ Easy,” agreed Cap’n Nate, his father. “ An’ she'll scare every flounder -out of the Sound. Ain’t over sea- worthy, either.” “I'd like to run her, though.” Malcolm North sighed wistfully as he looked down on the compact motors. “Old kickers are good enough for the likes of us, Mal,” growled Cap'n Nate. “New fangled stuff don’t get you nowheres.” The boy shook his head. “ Don’t agree with you, Cap’n Nate. There’s a new marine engine coming out soon that’s going to make everyone sit up.” “Better not argue motors with Mal,’ laughed young Nate. “He knows ‘em.” “Know that, son. I would, too,—if I didn’t do anything but eat an’ sleep with *em.” Mal North stiffened but a second glance told 7 him Cap'n Nate was not trying to be disagree- able. “I’m going to know more about ’em than I do,” he stated soberly. “ Maybe, some «J day, I'll get my chance to design one.” “Good thing to be ready,” assented the old man. “Let’s get to work, Nate.” He swung down to the deck of his trawler and the Carrie T. went “ put-putting” out to her moorings, leaving Mal still looking at the Sea Spray. His interest finally moved the engineer to ask him aboard and, for half an hour, the two discussed technicalities in a way which delighted the stranger. He had never met a lad who knew more about up-to-date theories and, when they agreed about a point, he was almost as pleased as when their arguments grew intri- cate and intense. Yet he recognized that Mal’s knowledge was mostly theory. “Here’s my skipper,” he said at last. “ Hope we put in here again. Look me up, if you see us coming.” “Sure will” “Tl send you that catalogue, too.” “Td like it. Good-bye!” The boy jumped back to the wharf and stood in appreciative silence as the Sea Spray raced for the Sound. It was not until she was out of sight that he picked up his bicycle, mounted and rode up into the village. The least of his worries was that he had given up his dinner to see this new speed marvel. His stomach might be empty but his brain had a full meal. Better ” a A surprised servant opened the door By Brewer Corcoran Illustrated by Harold Anderson still, the engineer had promised him a catalogue of the new motor of which he had heard only vague rumors. II E, turned into the alley beside the telegraph office, rode to the door of the barn, dismounted, produced a key and opened the “shop” above which hung the roughly sign, “ North’s Bicycle Store.” Inside an orderly work bench with a few carefully kept tools, a case of inexpensive bicycle accessories, a rack with half a dozen new tires and one bicycle of the latest model. The shop had hardly been opened before a sun burst of freckles broke out in the entrance. “’Lo, Mal!” it grinned. “ How’s biz?” “Tell you better after you’ve ordered your shopping list delivered at your residence.” “Gowan!” Jim Carey gave a capital exhibition of a cautious crab as he sidled into the shop. “If I had a dime, I'd buy a soda,” he chuckled. “ What’d I do with a jingle bell? My wheel’s my hoofs.” Jim shifted to his other foot and put his hands in his_ pockets. “ Goin’ to the ball game?” 7 “ Can’t. pany.” printed was On the job for the telegraph com- “Oughter get a little fun once in awhile, Mal.” “I get fun enough. What worries me is getting cash enough.” “You're growing into a sec- ond rate miser,” grunted Carey. “Cant work all the time.” “Can make a mighty good try at it.” “ Whate good’ll it do you?” “Won’t do any harm, will 3 “Dunno. Never tried it. Here comes Frank.” Jim was glad of a new target at whom to aim his con- versation. Within ten min- utes he had several more. The Green Harbor boys gathered at Mal’s_ place preparatory to starting all their expeditions. Why, they did not know. Most thought because it was convenient; few realized it was because of Mal’s personality. “Say,” exclaimed Hal Corbin at length, “this isn't shoving any water under the bridge. Let’s get up that ball game. Call it .a day, Mal, and trail along. That wheel’s not worth mending. It’s a regular old‘bone shaker.” “Tm beginning to think you're right,” confessed North, “but I'm going to stay with it. Said I'd fix it.” “Try an ax on it,” advised Jim. “Come on, you butter- flies! Old Get-Rich-Quick’s got to labor.” “So long!” Mal waved them a friendly good-bye and bent over his task. For the past two years he had per- mitted nothing to interfere with any work he might have on hand. Ahead always glowed that goal which made everything worth while—a technical school course. For this he worked days and studied nights; for this he had saved his first few dollars to buy the bicycle which had made more dollars possible. Then had come the bicycle agency and, when he had sold a few wheels, he had opened the little repair shop but had had to give up some of the errands he had been running. Yet he still clung to his messenger job for the telegraph office, which was a good source of revenue when the big summer homes along the ghore were opened. Also the summer people gave him much tinkering to do, for they liked him and respected his ambition and ideals, UT none knew of the ambition which had been burn- ing brightest for the past six months. Mal believed that, if he could only get the agency for one of the popular motor cycles, the technical school would be as good as guaranteed. He saw money there and he knew motors. The combination would assure him trade and trade would produce the money he still needed to go to Boston. The old wheel on which he was working seemed a hope- less task. But many of the things Mal had accomplished had seemed that when he had begun them. But the more difficult the job, the more fun he got out of putting it down completed. Each one done meant a little more added to the fund in the bank across the street. He whistled as he screwed in the new spokes and each one was set to perfection. He had been alone nearly half an hour when he heard a laughing “ good afternoon, Mr. North,” and turned to find Mrs. Jackson, the pretty leader of the rich summer: colony, watching him from the door. “Don't believe you want to buy a bicycle,” he said with an equally friendly smile, “ but come on in.” “Just what I’m going to do, Mal,” she declared, “ but. this time, I'm a wolf in sheep skin. I’m calling on all our leading merchants to raise money for the Community League.” “The League’s a good thing,” he acknowledged soberly. “The fellows nccd something like that—especially in winter. Wish I could give a lot.” “Wish more Green Harborites had your public spirit. Are vou going to give something? ” “Sure am. Dollar’s all I can afford but—” She looked at him keenly. “If the others gave in pro- portion,” she broke in, “I’d raise the whole sum this afternoon. It’s fine in you.” “It’s fine in you to give me a chance to do my bit. XUM

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rE We XUM The Boy Scouts’ Magazine Besides, you know, you classed me with our merchant princes and captains of industry. Maybe I'm just adver- tising,” he finished with a laugh. “That’s it, of course,” she retorted gaily. “ But you can’t tell me anything about Mal North. Thanks. I'll have to run along.” He came to the doorway. “Whew!” he whistled, “You'd better get home. We're going to get a rattling old thunderstorm. Look up Sound.” “You’re right,’ she agreed. I've been so busy I never noticed. “Till have to Good-bye She did. drive fast. and thanks.” “Good-bye and thank you.” He had given to was for Green E went back to his work whistling. H the full limit of his means but it Harbor, not himself. It meant hard work to replace that dollar but he gave that no thought. Ten minutes later, however, he thunderstorm thought. It came roaring down the Sound in the wake of a squall Locking his door, part gave the which made it almost too dark to see. to keep it window and went at the spokes, sure now of an uninter- from being blown in, he moved close to the rupted hour. A thunder storm at Green Harbor is not, as a rule, a peaceful thing. A real Harborite calls one a “tempest * and this particular one proved all that and a little over. The dingy shop was first dark, then brilliantly illuminated, then dark again while the thunder crackled instead of roared and, out on the harbor, the waves raced Green in a dizzy stampede of wild horses from the sea. The rain came in driven sheets. Once or twice the boy stopped to peer out. Such a storm would delay the after- noon boat. In the comfort of his shop, he was glad he did not have to take it to the main land, glad that he did not have to go anywhere. Then came a more vivid flash and a crash which shook the building like an earthquake. “Gee!” he exclaimed. “That one landed close.” The heart of the storm raged above the village. Crash followed blinding flash. It was so sharp that Mal began to wonder if the wires were not suffering more than usual. The thought bore fruit in characteristic action. He was darting across the open space to the telegraph office before he had given the consequences consideration. Some of the women might be badly frightened or the manager might need assistance. He found a decidedly nervous group huddled in the corner furtherest from the instruments. The operators were not enjoying the storm; only the manager was oblivious to the smashing strokes. “’Lo, Mal!” he said. “ Nice business, this.” “Some tempest!” he agreed. “ Wires all burniec out?” “Cable was working last time an operator dared go near the thing. Guess all the telephones are out; can’t raise Central.’ “ Been trying?” “Certainly have,” he snapped. cable seems important and I’ve been trying to get a con- nection to the Minot place to telephone it to Mr. Waldron. Guess I'm breaking no professional confidence by sayirg he'll want it.” “Then why not give it to him?” “Tve told you; the wires are down.” “Send it out.” “Take a submarine to get through the roads to the Minot place.” He went to the telephone and again did his best to vitalize a dead line. At last he turned in des- peration. ‘ Have you the nerve to deliver this?” he asked. “Sure! I’m not afraid of a ducking, “It's a bad storm, Mal.” “Tm less afraid of that. deliver messages, wondered. why you hadn't called on me “ Tast message over the As long as you pay me to before.” “Chiefly because I don’t like the idea of asking someone to do something I wouldn't do myself,” admitted the manager. “ Better get a rig at the stable.” * Bike’s good enough for me. Wait till IT get it. You might be wrapping that message up in parafine paper and a few other things. It’s going to be moist out doors.” “T’m not sending you, you know.” “That’s all right. You pay me to do a_ job. wasn’t any weather clause in our bargain. Be back in There a second.” A S he bolted, two of the women uttered fierce protests A against the boy being sent on such a mission. It was not safe; he would be struck by lightning; he would catch his death of cold. Their distress was even greater when he came back. “ Have you the nerve to deliver this?” 19 He had discarded his hat and coat, his flannel shirt was buttoned tight about his strong young neck and _ his handsome eyes were dancing. “Glad I know how to swim,” he laughed. “Theres another storm coming.” There was a flash and crash which made the women scream. “ Better wait half an hour, Mal,” suggested the manager uncomfortably, the trembling in his fingers. “If that message was important when it came in,” he answered, “it’s important now. If it isn't delivered, Ill be to blame. I’m paid to deliver ’em; give it here.” “All right. Wait at Minoet’s until the though. ’ “Tl get there first,” he chuckled. my high dive on a wheel? Then look out the front window.” He slipped the message inside his shirt, threw open the door and ran to his bicycle. The next moment they saw him riding down the street, head bent low over his handle bars, feet flying, water spouting, already wet to the skin. But it was one thing to laugh at the storm and another The Minot place was five miles up the Even message storm’s over, “Ever see me do to face it alone. state road and the state road was literally awash. in the downpour he could feel the water thrown by his rear wheel hit \ mile out and he ran*into the second storm. It even sharper than the first. Twice he was almost blinded by blue flashes but he set his teeth and pushed on. It was deliver this therefore he his back. was his work to would deliver it. He did dread the thought of the half mile through the That was the only spot where he felt there As he saw the solid ranks of tall, message 5 big pines. might be some danger. black trees looming ahead through the gray sheets of rain, All that could happen But he had taken such he dared to increase his speed. would be a skid and a quick spill. tumbles before. Half way through and he was going at full speed. The Then came nothing. water was not so deep and the road better. a sudden something. For a moment he knew Then he was picking himself carefully out of the ditch open-mouthed, at the stricken pine slowly The bolt had struck within and gazing, settling half across the road. ten yards of him. (Continued on page 51)

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The struggle re- = sulted in all ) into the water —_ ==), _~ HAT do you expect to do with that dead pine stick?” demanded Bill Spreggs as Johnnie commenced clipping off the little branches with a hatchet. “That's a dandy straight stick, that is,’ retorted Johnnie: “itll make a fine handle for Vil knock out the side of that box with the provisions in it. That'll make two blades, and with another stick like this And believe me! that’s <9 a new oar, we'll have another pair of oars. some stone-boat for one feller to row!” He pointed to the flat-bottomed scow pulled up on the shore of the little lake. “But a dead stick is no good,” insisted Bill. “ What else can you use but a dead stick? If you chop my head off and separate me from my roots I’m dead, ain’t I? And if you chop a tree off its roots, it’s dead, ain’t it?’ Jack Van Zarn, who was preparing a meal of potatoes, cornbread, coffee, and one lone pickerel, chuckled appre- ciatively. “You’re a fat-head!” declared Bill. “No, it isn’t dead. When a tree dies on the stump, all the sap runs back into the ground, and when that tree is real dead, it isn’t much good even for fire-wood. But when you cut one off while it’s alive, it’s—it’s—well, it’s got life in it, and it shows it even after it has seasoned for years.” “I tought they was all the same,” admitted Johnnie. “So when I kill a tree with an axe, it aint dead, hey?” “If you’re going to show us that new sport to-night, Bill,” interrupted Jack, “you fellows had better stop arguing and get things ready.” “Right-O” agreed Bill. “Let me prove you’re wrong, Johnnie. Give me your oar handle.” He put one end of the stick on a fallen log, jumped on it, and the pole broke off short. “Oh, I could do that,” said Johnnie. enough in the country to know that.” “Your handle would snap while you were rowing,” went on Bill. “ Besides, use some judgment in choosing wood. Use a couple of those maple saplings growing behind the tent and I bet you can’t jump on them and break them.” “T'll believe you,” said Johnnie. “ What I want is an- other pair of oars so I won't have to do all the rowin’ “T’ve been long to-night.” “Its only four o'clock,” said Bill. “Tl help you and after we've eaten Jack’s feed, we'll all get busy on some- thing I'm planning.” HANKS to Miss Spreggs’s- generosity in lending the flivver, Johnnie, Jack, and Bill had made the jour- ney to this little lake or pond in the heart of the Adiron- dacks on Bill’s promise to show them some real fishing. They had arrived around ten in the morning. Jack and Johnnie had taken turns pulling the heavy, flat-hottomed boat around the. pond until their arms ached, while Bill trolled from the back seat. One lone pickerel had been the disappointing result, though that one fish was enough to form the foundation of a late-afternoon meal,

by Wilbur S. Boyer which Jack prepared. Bill, to square himself, had prom- ised a mysterious sport for the evening. When Johnnie learned that this sport necessitated the use of the boat, he had insisted on another pair of oars, since there were two rowing seats. He and Bill succeeded in making a fair pair before Jack announced dinner ready. The meal was a pronounced success. “That’s what I needed,” cried Johnnie as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve and loosened the waistband of his trousers. “I’ve eat so much fish I kin feel me gills work- in—DO, RE, ME, FAR, SOL, LA, TE, DO!” The red-headed singer had a cold. His voice was not musically sweet. “Yowling cats!” protested Jack; “what do you call that?” “I’m a poor fish. That’s me scales.” This was too much for his comrades. They grabbed the offender, dragged him to the tip of the cape on which their tent was pitched, and tried to throw him into the lake. The struggle resulted in all three rolling into the water. Out they crawled, laughing, but in a predicament on which they had not calculated: they had no other clothes with them. They undressed, wrapped themselves in blankets like Indians, wrung out their clothes and, starting a big fire, hung their garments around it to dry. “We've got to hustle now, boys,” warned Bill. ROM the pocket of his drying coat, he produced a big spool of heavy shoe thread and three large needles. A can of worms which he had artfully concealed made its appearance. Without a word, he threaded a needle and began to string worms. “What yer makin’, macaroni?” queried Johnnie. “You fellows do as I do, and ask no questions,” was Bill’s come-back. “ I'll show you some fishing.” “You showed us fishin’ to-day, Bill,’ retorted Johnnie; “lots of it—fine fishin—the kind that don’t bother the fish or the fishers.” “Just you wait,” persisted Bill. Jack and Johnnie started their strings. When Bill had ten feet of worms, he draped the stringeover one finger in six-inch loops and tied the loops together in the middle with the end of a fish-line, making a ball of worms almost as big as his fist. ““Now for the fish-poles,” said he. “What’s the matter with our rods?” demanded Johnnie. “They won’t do. We want live birch—live birch, Johnnie.” “Live ones—dead ones; live ones—dead ones, and kilt ones what ain’t dead,” repeated Johnnie in a sing- song. “ What’s the dif? <A trees a tree. That’s all I ” care. “When you've lived with ’em all your life, you'll find out different,” observed Bill quietly as he produced his jack-knife and cut the desired poles. “Here. Tie your ball of worms on the end of this, with four feet of line. Wind the rest of the line around down to the handle. so if the stick does happen to break you don’t lose the bob.” “ Bob? “That questions.” They put on their clothes which, though warm, were still damp. And damp clothes are not spirit enliveners. The Who's he?” ball of worms. Now, don’t ask any more

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Illustrated by Frank J. Rigney trusty, flat-bottomed craft was shoved off from the shore. Johnnie and Jack had to do the rowing because Bill in- sisted that, knowing the course, Bill Spreggs must be pilot, so Bill Spreggs should not row. “Call this a boat!!” groaned Johnnie. a floatin’ waterin’-trough.” “We'll troll on the way up,” said Bill, ignoring Johnnie’s knock; “we might get a strike from a pickerel and it ll be killing two birds with one stone.” “You mean two birds with one stone-boat,” corrected the brick-topped oarsman; “and me and Jack is the two birds. Hey, Jack? If a U-boat torpedo came snoopin’ around dis tub, wouldn’t he be a awful surprised torpedo when he got his nose smashed for this trouble?” “Tt looks like HOUGH Johnnie growled and grumbled, he did not shirk. He and Jack handled the clumsy craft with fair skill—the new oars proving fairly acceptable; while Bill on the rear seat. uakirg sure that his trolling-spoon was spinning properly, paia out line, pulled it in, and directed them with his “ Right ”— Left ”»—“ Steady ” around the point. This point, on which stood their camp, was a long cape, or spit of land, with the lake proper on one side, while on the other was a flooded area created by the holding back of the waters by the dam at the outlet. The boat rounded this promentory and entered the flooded area. At one time this had been a part of the forest; but now the bases of the trees were from four to ten feet under water; the trees had died, the limbs and upper parts had rotted away, and left a desolate square mile of barkless gray stumps rising like f cemetery shafts from the oily-smooth water of the inlet. Even the birds shunned the place. “Gives you the creeps,” shivered Jack as_ they | wormed the craft further and further into the maze. ) “T don’t like poking around amongst the dead, even if they are only trees. Seems as if a fellow

shouldn’t laugh — like being at a funeral.” Pi “Shucks, they're only trees!” laughed Johnnie; though he, too, felt the spell. “You’rte right, Jack,” put in Bill Spreggs. “I like ?em living. You can lie down under ’em f f ~ ™ i WU 208 n q & fon The heavy craft struck a tree with considerable momentum

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XUM The Boy Scouts’; Magazine in the shade, and the leaves rustle as if they were trying to whisper friendly to you; and when you climb into ‘em, you can feel ’em give, just like their muscles felt your weight. Don’t you remember how it was when you were knee-high to a frog and you climbed up into your father’s arms?” “Wow!” howled Johnnie boisterously, “ Bill’s gone bug- house on trees: hes gittin’ serious.” “ But climb into a dead tree,” continued Bill, “ and it’s There’s no elasticity—its bones rattle—it’s like ” different. being hugged by a skeleton

O intent was Bill upon his discourse that he failed to S direct the ship. The heavy craft struck a tree with considerable momentum, and all three boys sprawled on the slippery bottom of the boat. “Ugh, you ugly skeleton!” shuddered Johnnie crawl- ing back upon his seat and eyeing the offending tree with no look of love. “Thought you said a tree’s a tree,” reminded Bill. “Yare,” agreed Johnnie, feeling the barkless trunk as the skiff grated by, “but this feller ain’t got no clothes on. He’s shockin’ naked.’ “Well, we didn’t come to admire the land- scape—or waterscape—so let’s forget it,” said <—- Bill. “ We'll tie our painter around the waist cf this old corpse and prepare for the fun.’ “Bill, if you kin raise a laugh in this grave- yard, you’re some swell joker,” croaked Johnnie. “Them ain’t dead trees, they’re drowned, and looks like they re comin’ up out o’ their watery graves to haunt the low-downs what played such a mean trick as to kill ’em for no use a-tall? ” “Now you're talking!” cried Bill enthusi- astically, “if they had to dam the pond, why didn’t they give the trees a chance to be turned into something useful?” “All right, Bill; all right,” agreed Johnnie raising his hand as a Signal to stop, “ for once in me life I’ve said but that don’t mean I want to hear I guess it was this spook- Hurry up with your fun somethin’ serious; any more o’ your preachin’. hole workin’ on me brains. is) Not in Lynn, Mass., Oct. 30, 19— EAR TED:— Somehow the price of cut soles is worrying me more, just now, than the fact that you have not been elected to one of the school clubs. I realize your not making one of the school clubs, as yet, is a terrible tragedy in your young life; but somehow I feel as though you are going to survive, and perhaps you will be elected to one after all. I’ve found it a pretty good rule not to figure a shipment of shoes a total loss until the jobber writes that he’s returning them and if I were you I wouldn’t borrow trouble until it’s necessary. Trouble is the easiest thing in the world to borrow and about the hardest to discount at the bank. Maybe its just as well you are having your touch of society chills and fever young, for it may save you from making a bigger fool of yourself later on. No one minds a young fool much but an old one is about as sad an object as a Louisville distiller attending a Supreme Court decision on the prohibition law. Society is all right, some of it; but just because you eat dessert at the end of your dinner is no reason you should make a meal of it. A little society, like the colic, goes a long ways, and you want to remember that a man, like a piece of sole leather, usually figures out to what he is. Burns, not Frankie the lightweight, but Bobbie who used to edit the Edinburgh Daily Blade, back in the days when freshmen wore whiskers and plug hats, hit the nail on the head when he said, ~ “A man’s a man for a’ that.” *LL never forget when your Aunt Carrie caught the society fever, nor will she. It was a couple of years before I was married and it didn’t make me want to postpone having a home of my own, although it did influence me to choose a girl who was society proof. After your Grandmother Soule died Carrie ran our old house, and was doing a pretty good job at it, until Algernon Smiley came to Epping as principal of the grammar school. Algernon wore spectacles, a lisp and long hair, and he could spout more poetry than a gusher well can oil. At that he was a harmless sort of insect, if the girls of the town hadn’t taken him seriously. Algernon was a graduate of Harvard, and the only thing I ever had against that university. It didn’t take A bull-head went sailing ten feet into the air before I begin weepin?. My eyes 1s as damp as my feet.” “Wait a bit,” said Bill mysteriously. They dropped their bobs overboard and sat and waited. After a while Jack pulled in a sunfish, Then Bill snapped one into the boat. nee “ Punkin-seed!” groaned Pe Johnnie. “Is that what we're % after?” \ “It’s a little early yet,” an- ‘ swered Bill, “these pumpkin- seed will bother us until it gets a bit darker.” / “Darker?” Johnnie shifted y | uneasily. “Were going to stay in this place in the dark? q Say, me clothes is so damp they, begin to stick to me like me shroud. I ain’t happy, if you ask me.”

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oO - G. Livermore Illustrated by Judy Collins him long to discover there was no real society in Epping, and, not being at all backward about coming forward when he had anything to say, Carrie and her girl friends soon had the same idea. Now Epping had staggered along for over two hundred years without the help of society and was doing quite well, thank you, with its

Aigy had given the horsehair sofa in Farmer Bogg’s parlor considerable wear church sociables, bean suppers and candy pulls, until Algy butted in. Everything we did was all wrong; Algy said, “ there was no culture,” and, having the hearty backing of all the girls, he set out to culturate us. His first offense was a series of lectures, but after the young men had listened to him rave about the art of Early Egyptian Dancing and the History of Nothing Before Something, they _

21 can’t stick you with their horns, because you don’t have to touch them. Watch. them come over the side.” Johnnie felt a tug on his birch rod and gave it such a yank that the bull-head went sailing ten feet into the air and dropped with a “chug” back into its element. “Hey! Go easy!” warned Bill. “ You'll be slapping us in the face with the brutes.” \ Johnnie quickly got the knack; and as the fish \ began to bite faster and faster, the three boys slapped them into the boat as fast as they ae could drop their lines overboard and snap them : back again. A_ bull-head is an ugly-looking \ customer, and its needle-like horns and sharp teeth make it a mean creature to handle when | one uses a hook and line, particularly as the bull- | head usually swallows the bait. But its meat, { pink, and practically boneless, is clean and sweet when the fish lives in a fresh pond free 1 from contamination. “Hi, yi!” shouted Johnnie hilariously, “ dis is de funniest fishin’ I ever see—Whoa, Bill! Don’t t’row ’em on me pants—I’m wet enough. It’s rainin’ fish.” “It’s raining rain, if you only were not too excited to know it,” said Jack. And in truth a drizzle had set in. “Who cares!” roared Johnnie, who had for- gotten all about the sombre surroundings. “ We were wet before we begun, anyway.” Darker and darker it grew. The rain began to soak in; and while the sport kept up, the boys quieted down. And as they became more subdued, their ears became more sensitive. There is no sound more weird than that made by a lot of live fish in the bottom of a row-boat in : the dark. Words fail to describe it. In the ‘“==—— silence of the wilderness, in pitch darkness, the rhythmical movement of wet gills, the spasmodic wriggle of slimy bodies against slimy bodies in two inghes of water in the bottom of a slippery, flat-bottomed boat, when the other humans hold their tongues and one can (Continued on page 44) © y had previous engagements when Algy sprang a lecture. Next Algernon started a Browning Club, which con- sisted, so near as I could judge, in his reading a poem, and then everyone in the club expressing a different opinion as to what the poet meant. It may be good busi- ness for a poet to write a poem no one can understand, but, believe me, when I buy a rhyme for a street car ad it’s got to be one every woman will recognize as advertis- ing “ The Princess Shoe.” To get back to Algy, after a while the attendance at the Browning clubs began to get mighty poor, and he had to think up a new scheme to keep the town from getting decultured. Somehow, the little cuss had scraped an acquaintance with some pretty solid men on the Har- vard faculty and he managed to drag several of them up to Epping to deliver lectures, with the result that the culture business began to show a healthy growth. Epping was not stupid, it had been bored. JT OW while Algy had been trying to culturize Epping, N he’d given the horsehair off the sofa in Farmer Bogg’s parlor considerable wear, calling on his daughter Ruby. Ruby was a nice cow-like girl, who hadn’t much to say and proved it when she talked, and as 4 Algy was never so happy as when he was doing all the talking, he got along with her fine. Then, / too, Pa Boggs owned free and clear the best farm in the township, and had $15,000 salted away in \ Boston and Maine stock, and Algy, for all his culture, wasn’t overlooking any bets like those. Where ‘Algy went wrong was in patronizing people he thought didn’t know as much as he. Whenever old man Boggs ate beans with his knife Algy would smile upon him so condescendingly the old man would almost burst with rage; and when Mrs. Boggs said “hain’t” he would raise his eyes as though despairing of her forgiveness; but what blew the lid off came at a Browning Club meeting Carrie had insisted upon having at our house. Algy imported a noted Professor to give a talk on_ Prehistoric Fish, and when the great man had finished we all stood around, the girls telling him how much they had enjoyed it, and the men wishing he would go, so they could retire to the kitchen and shirt sleeves. Poor Ruby, during a lull in the general conversation, started the old (Concluded on page 63)

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eS 4 IX CHAPTER XVI UNCONDITIONAL SURRENDER HEN we all marched in, just as if nothing had you know, kind of careless like. “Good morning, it’s a_ beautiful Is dinner ready?” happened Westy said, afternoon this evening. The ‘girls just couldn't speak, they were laughing so hard. Two of them were trying to pluck the feathers out of a couple of chickens, and by that I knew the worst hadn’t happened. But they weren't paying much atten- tion to their work; they were just bending backward and forward and screaming. “ L—l—look at him!” “it’s too excruciating! od I said, “ Pee-wee, don’t ever quote the handbook to me You have deliberately murdered don’t Grace Bentley just blurted out; °‘A scout is kind’ Don't again. that omelet. frightfulness.” “You make me tired!” he yelled. “ Didn't you tell me the way to flip—flop—didn’t you say to catch—didn’t you say to toss—graceful “a “I said to toss it up gracefully,” I told him, “and to let it turn over in the air and then catch it the pan. But tell me this, please, so I can die in peace; what are you doing with the curling iron?” “He was going to open—he was going to open can,” the girl they called Billie said, ail the while trying not to laugh; “oh, dear me!” “He wanted us to cut the chicken up to fr—fr—fr— fr—fry!” Grace Bentley screamed. “Oh, he’s a regular cut-up,” Connie told her. “He sm—sm oh, just look at them!” one of the others managed to blurt out. The kettle full of mashed potatoes looked as if a bomb had fallen into it; there were gobs of mashed potatoes all around on the trees and ground for about ten feet. It looked like a snowstorm. “He flavored the with citronella,” Pug Peters shrieked. “Sure,” Wig said; “a “You all make me tired!” you flip when you trip— “Walter,” I said, very gentle and kind like, “take off your apron and ask for an armistice. It’s your only hope; unconditional surrender. Here, give me the frying pan; look at the grease all down your leg, you're a sight.” poor ever say you believe in inside —A——A ashed the .potatoes so they onions mosquito dope—cit— scout is resourceful.” Pee-wee yelled; “how can I BEGAN gathering up the gobs of omelet from his head and his shoulders, while the girls sat on the ground all around and just laughed and laughed. Honest, I thought Pug Peters would have a fit, she laughed so hard. Grace Bentley nearly had hysterics. “How can tell me_ this- 7” “how can you trip—flip—if you flop make me sick. That could happen “Sure, it could happen to Edison,” IT said; “ you should Get your apron off and your face washed before Pee-wee yelled; IT mean trip—vou you worry. some of us die.” Poor kid, he was a wreck. We washed him up brushed and cleaned his suit the best we could and collected all the odds and ends of omelet. Westv wanted to trv to fit them together like a picture puzzle. That omelet looked like the map of Europe after the war. But one thing, the and In another ten minutes, I suppose, chickens were saved. odds and ends of chicken would have been flying in the air. Pug Peters said she was sorry, because she had been wanting to eat some of that omelet to see how it tasted. She said it had maple syrup in it. Good night! Grace Bentley told us there was peppermint extract in it, too. Anyway, it had an awful death, From all we heard, about the only thing Pee-wee didn’t use for flavoring was fountain pen ink. ‘There was a bottle of glue there and I don’t know how he happened to miss that. The mashed potatoes were flavored with strawberry, but they weren’t so bad. The onions had a funny taste, too; kind of like pineapple. He had made some fried muffins, the same way that I usually did, and Westy and Connie and I had a good game of one o’cat with one of them. Westy knocked a home run and even that didn’t break it. S soon as the girls could manage to talk straight, they got busy plucking the chickens and we cut them up and fried them. Pee-wee retired from his strenuous career of cook and just sat by and watched us. He didn’t say much. A scout knows when to keep still. Maybe you think we didn’t have a good dinner, but mm-mmm, that chicken was good. We boiled some more onions and added them to the others, so the pineapple flavoring wasnt so strong, and I flopped some flapjacks. I can make a flapjack do three summersaults and catch it. We ate the muffins, too, even though they were hard, because scouts are supposed not to be scared of things that are hard. They tasted sweet kind of, like marsh- mallows, and we decided that Scout Harris had used powdered sugar by mistake, instead of flour, Anyway, he said powdered sugar and flour looked alike. Especially we thought that was what he had done, because the sugar can had flour in it, and we put flour in our coffee. But anyway, it wasn’t coffee. It was Indian meal. We should worry. The girls were awful nice and I guess they were glad of everything that happened, because it made so much fun. Pee-wee didn’t lose his pull with them, anyway, that was sure. They said he was just simply excruciating. Pug Peters said that anyway, the principal thing was for a scout to know how’to eat, and Pee-wee didn’t fall down there, you can bet. A scout is hungry. CHAPTER XVII A Witp-Cat Ripe OW you'd think that after what happened, our young hero, P. Harris, wouldn’t go hunting for any more glory for a couple of days. But late that afternoon, he performed one of his most famous feats. It was an accident, but any- way, he scooped up all the credit. That’s always the way it is with Pee-wee, things go his way, and then very By Percy K. Fitzhugh Illustrated by Bert Salg Two of them were trying They were pretty tough looking * BOYS’ LIFE to pluck the feathers out of a couple of chickens all of a sudden, zip goes the fillum, he’s a boy hero. After dinner that afternoon, we took a walk through the woods with the girls and helped them get some birch- bark, because they wanted to make birch-bark ornaments. It’s dandy taking walks on Sundays. We got some hickory nuts, too. I said wed climb the trees, because girls couldn’t do things like that and scouts could climb. I said, “ A scout is a monkey.” “Girls can do lots of things, too,” Pee-wee piped up, oh, so nice and gallant; “do you mean to tell me girls aren't monkeys—too? ” “Dont, you'll start my head aching again,” I told him. “Oh, you said we were monkeys,” Pug Peters said; “you're perfectly horrid.” “TI mean, because on account of climbing,” he said; “ because they know how to climb. I mean, you know, the ones that know how to climb - *“ Baboons,” Westy said. “ Sure,” Pee-wee piped up; “no, not baboons, you make me sick!” “ We accept your apology,” I told him. Every time Pee-wee opens his mouth he puts his foot in it—and then blames somebody else. ATE in the afternoon we left the girls at their camp. F We said we’d come over to see them next day—that was’Columbus Day. But the way it happened, we didn't see them again until a long time afterwards, and that’s going to be in another story. So if you like girls, you'd better be sure to get the next story. Gee whiz, I used to make fun of girls, but anyway, I lke them a lot. Pee-wee says they’re so kind of hospital; he means hospit- And I'll always remember Camp Smile Awhile, you can bet. Because we had more than a good smile there; we had a good laugh. Girls are all right. Then we hiked along the woods’ path that led around the lake, back to Ridgeboro. Our car looked mighty nice and cosy, you can bet, as we came along. “We're having a mighty good time here,” Connie said; “Tl be sorry when we have to drag ourselves away.” “We don’t have to drag ourselves away,” I told him; “all we have to do is to sit still and be dragged away.” “This is the life,” Westy said. Connie said, “ Sure, life on the rails; it's got life on the ocean wave beaten a hundred ways. they'll pick us up?” able. “Tuesday morning is the first freight,” I told him. “There’s a passenger train to-morrow night, but it doesn’t stop here, see?” Ard I showed him the time- table. “We said; should worry,” I “we’ve got nearly twenty dollars from the movie show. I’ve got Mr. Temple’s fifty sealed up in an envelope; we’re supposed to forget that. Guess I might as well keep the time- table, hey?” “T bet it’s fun the railroed,” Wig said. living on When do you suppose XUM

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IFE \- aes XUM The Boy Scouts’ Magazine “[’'d like to be a brakeman,” Pee-wee shouted. “That would be a good job for you,” I told him; “ you make so many breaks. I think you ought to be cook on a dining car.” “Its dangerous working on a railroad,” Connie said; “Jots of men lose their lives; sometimes they lose their hands or their fingers, too.” “If you lose your life, what’s the use of keeping your fingers?” Westy said. “Sure,” I said; “they would only be a nuisance.” “But I mean it,” Connie said; “I heard that. If a man works on a railroad long enough he gets killed, “If he lives long enough he dies,” I said. ‘There's a large percentage of mortality,” Connie said. “A large which of whatness?” I asked him; “stand up and speak clearly so all the class can hear.” “ All right,” he said; “it’s true.” ‘It’s all right if you have your private car.” Wig said. “ All you have to do is to sit back and take it easy.” “Sure, if you’re in your private car it’s all right,” Connie said. Y that time we had come to the car and Pee-wee was the first one to go up the steps. Now I don’t know whether may- be it was because we had been talking about railroading that Pee-wee thought he’d play brakeman, but anyway, like the crazy kid he was, as soon as he was on the plat- form he grabbed the wheel that’s connected with the brake and turned it out of its ratchet and twirled it around, shouting, “ All aboard! All eboard!” “Let that thing alone,” I said, as the rest of us passed into the car. “There isn’t any spark in it,” he shouted. that kid is crazy. He followed us into the car and we all sprawled down into seats, because we were good and tired. Westy said, “ Oh, boy, it’s good to sit down, I wonder it our friend Eb Brewster was here. Next stop is the Land of Nod. I don't want any supper.” “ G—o—o—d night!” Connie said; “T’ll be hanged if we’re not moving.’ Just then, I looked out and saw the closed up store sneaking slowly away. “ Bye-bye, Ridgeboro,” Wig shouted; “see you later.” By now the car was moving along at a pretty good clip. The store was ’way behind us and we were rolling sweetly down a grade into a kind of jungle of bushes and tree stumps. “Good night!” I said; “the plot grows thicker. are we at?” We fell all over each other getting out to the platform, and Wig and I grabbed the wheel and turned it as fast as we could, tightening up the chain. “T thought you said it didn’t have any spark in it,” I said to Pee-wee. “I—I thought it didn’t,” he blurted out; “where are we going?” “ Ask me something easy,” I said; “ get out of the way. Grab hold of this, Westy, and pull for all you’re worth.” Crinkums, Where E had the chain tight now and it was only a case of pulling the brakes tight against the wheels, but, oh, boy, that takes some strength. We were rolling along an old pair of rails that were buried under grass and bushes and sometimes we couldn’t even see them. It was a regular jungle. I guess maybe they used to back freight cars down there after lumber. But it must have been a long 5 time ago, because the stumps were old and the place ( was all overgrown. Anyway, that track ‘ that we had been left on was more than just a switch siding, that was sure. First I didn’t mind so much, because things like that are all in the game, and I thought it would be easy to stop the car. There was hardly any grade at all where the train had left us, that was sure, but it doesn’t take much of a grade to start things moving on tracks. I guess that’s why they always tighten the brakes when they leave a car. And if there’s one person that knows how to Pee_wee. reation. Anyway, now we saw that we were in a pretty bad fix. The grade was good and steep now and we were moving pretty fast, and now and we no matter how hard we pulled on start things, it’s That’s his favorite rec- pretty fast It’s too excruciating! The grade was good and steep were moving the wheel, it didn’t seem: to make the car slow down. I have to admit I was getting a little scared. I guess the other fellows were, too. “ Maybe the thick brush will slow us down,” Westy said; “it’s awful thick, ahead.” “Not when we’ve got a start like this,” I told him; “we’re just cutting it all to pieces.” “Maybe one of us could jump off and put a log on the track,” Pee-wee said. “Yes, and what would happen to the car, and us maybe?” Connie asked him. “ You’ve done mischief enough for one day. Look ahead there!” Jumping Christopher! There, about a hundred feet in front of us, was a road crossing the tracks and a little further, be- yond the road, was some water. I guess it was an arm of the lake. Anyway, the tracks ran right downhill to the very edge of it. The car was going too fast for us to jump off now. CHAPTER XVIII Tue Mippie or tHe Roap EARER and nearer we rolled, all the while yanking for dear life on the wheel. All of a sudden I had a thought. “Run through to the back platform and if the wheel there is loose, tighten up that one, too. Quick!” I said. Connie and Westy ran pell-mell through the car and I heard the jangling of the chain there and I could hear Connie say, “ Quick! Pull hard—harder!” Then, after a few seconds the car began slowing down. “Pull with all your might,” I said to the fellows with me; “you fellows, too,” I called out; “she’s letting up; pull—hard!” The car kept slowing down. “Yank! Hard!” Connie called through to us, “and hold on. Brace your feet.® The car moved slower, slower; then stopped. “Kick the ratchet-pin in—hurry up!” somebody said, and I pushed it into place with my foot. “ All right, let go.” The car was standing right square across the road, but Any anyway, that was better than being in the water. port in a storm, hey? GUESS our nerves were all pretty much unstrung, anyway, I know my hands were good and sore. “TI thought we were goners,” Westy said; “this is a nice place to stop. It’s good they don’t have any traffic cops here.” “TI should worry where we stop,” I said; “it’s better than the lake. We stopped here because we stopped here. I never knew that Brewster’s Centre had so much pep in it. This old station will go up in the air next. What do you say we get an anchor? ” “Where are we?” Pee-wee piped up. “We're here, that’s all I can tell you,” I said. “If you want to know where here is, look in the geography.” “We're neither rere nor there,” Westy said; “look at my hands, they’re ll _ blis- ters.” “Where do we go from here?” Connie wanted to know. “T guess we take 23 a southwesterly course and flow into the sink,” I told him. “ Brewsters Centre ran away from home,” Wig said. “Lost, strayed or stolen. We don’t know where we are; we’re in the middle of the road. Just like we said before, we’re here, because we’re here.” W* all sat down on the steps of the platform and Wig started singing: “Oh, there was the Duke of Yorkshire, He had ten thousand men; He marched them up the hill, And he marched them down again, And when they’re up, they’re up And when they’re down they’re down; And when they’re only half way up, They're neither up nor down.” Pretty soon, while we were sitting there, we all started to make up words to the same tune, and after a while this is what we got to singing: "Oh, there was young Pee-wee Harris (Cook), That ran a movie show. He loosed the brake of a station-car, To see where he would go. Aad when he'd roll, he’d roll, And when he’d stop, he’d stop. And he stopped right in the middle of the road, Where there wasn’t any traffic cop.” “Suppose an automobile should come along,” Connie said. “That’s a very good idea,” I told him; “suppose one should.” ESTY was sitting up on the top step and he said, “Oh, Sister Anne, Sister Anne, I think I can see one scooting along through the woods, the other side of the lake.” “Let it scoot,” I said; “the only way it can get past here is to do a couple of double flops like Pee-wee’s omelet.” “It can’t get around on account of the woods,” Pee-wee said. “ Right the first time, as usual,” I told him. “ Over the top is the only way. I hope it’s a high-grade car, because a low-grade car could never get over such a high place.” “We had a narrow escape,” Wig said. “If the machine doesn’t stop, we'll stop it,” Connie put in. “Sure,” I said, “ we have a good argument.” “ Brewster’s Centre is getting to be a famous name,” Westy said. Connie said, “Sure, we’re getting to be known in all the highways and byways—espe- cially the highways. What do you say we give a movie show right here?” “ Vetoed,” I told him. We sat on the platform steps talking and jollying each other; what did we care? Be it ever so much in the wrong place, there’s no place like home. Maybe you’ve read stories about boys running away from home for adventures, but our home was a good sport, it went with us. It had a good name, too, Brewster’s Centre. Because it was right plunk in the center of the road. Pretty soon Westy shouted, “ Here comes the car. See it? You can see it right through the trees. It’s green and red.” “It’ll be black and blue if it tries to get past here,” Wig said. T was a great big touring car and its bright brass lights and trimmings were all shiny on account of the sun setting and shining right on them. It came rolling along, about fifty miles an hour, out from the woods, and then even faster as it hit it up along the straight road. Oh, boy, didn’t it just eat up the miles! I guess it must have been getting over the ground at about sixty per, when it began slowing down and stopped about a dozen yards from our car. Oh, bibbie, that was some peachy machine. There were two young fellows in it, and I could see that they were pretty tough looking. Both of them wore sweaters and one had on one of those peaked caps like (Continued on page 57)

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24 the Sign CHAPTER V Town Crier Tue HE situation, as Andrew lay upon the By Adair Aldon Illustrated by S. Gordon Smyth BOYS’ LIFE ECOES wingows on either side of the shed, Howard and Christo- pher came tumbling and disappeared into the woods. An- drew slid precipitately down the roof, snatched in passing at the knife Jean Lebeau had thrown at him and thrust it into his belt, dropped over the edge of the shed straw watching the square of moon- light creep so close that he could have reached out and touched it with his hand, seemed a desperate one. There was no room for him to crouch down between the other two boys, for the hollow where they lay was only sufficient for two. Above him, the rafters of the sloping roof were so low as to be within reach, but could he climb into them attracting attention? What a hideous seemed to make when he little! To lift himself to the beam above with one motion, so as to make the least possible sound, would be a more -difli- cult feat than any he had ever attempted in the gymnasium. The men in the further room were helping him to his decision, for they were quarreling over some item in their papers and louder and louder. When their tempers and their voices rose a little higher still, he decided, he would make the attempt. But the noise of the quarrel died away again and still he lay hesitating. Yet, just as he had made up his mind that the thing would have to be risked at all hazards, help came from an unexpected quarter. The door flew open, some- one in a big black coat came in on the wings of a gust of wind and the voice of Jean exclaimed: without rustling the straw stirred even so very speaking “Job Herron, and are you abroad in this storm? We think of you always as hugging the land in a wind like this. Here, Joseph, wake up and stir the fire for Monsieur Herron.” More than one sleepy head was lifted, with rough voices raised in quite a tumult of laugh- ing greeting. It Andrew's opportunity and it came none too soon, for the moonlight was touching his knee. He reached up, caught the beam above him and swung himself clear of the hay with no more rustling than would be made by a rat scuttling to cover. One man turned his head but no other heeded. Andrew felt safe for a moment but not for longer, for light one, a mere bark- was the beam was a very covered pole that bent beneath his weight. He stepped noiselessly across to another, feeling along the roof for support to maintain his The second beam was no better than creak that brought his heart to his mouth. He moved again and felt his hand pass over a covered opening in the roof, a scuttle, to whose edge he clung desper- ately, supporting enough of his weight on his hands so that the rafter below would hold him. balance. the first; it gave a ssn cautiously he thrust a finger into the crack of the scuttle and edged it open. The wind strongly against the front of the cottage that no very noticeable draught of air came through this hole in the sloping roof at the rear. He thrust his head through the opening and felt it very good to breathe the fresh air and to see the stars. The clouds were racing across the sky was blowing so again into some especially thorny blackberry bushes and made off after his companions. Pursuing footsteps and the loud shout of a voice he took to be Job Herron’s, were sounds that made him flee all the faster. The other two boys were running ahead of him and he did not really catch up with them until they had crossed the island and were struggling franti- cally in the deep sand to launch their boat. “We knew you were behind us, so we didn’t stop,” panted Howard with his shoulder against the bow. “ Now, all together, one, two “Stop!” cried Andrew suddenly, and held up his hand for them to listen. The pursuit behind them had died away and there was nothing to be heard but the wind in the trees and the waves on the beach. Then came again the sound Andrew had caught, faint on the other side of the island, the un- mistakable thump of oarlocks. They launched the little boat at their leisure and got up sail, for here on the shadowy side of the Isle of the Four Winds it was still dark. They waited a little before they got away and saw, creeping past the head of the island, the white sloop under full sail. She plunged and careened in the heavy wind, but stood out to- ward the open lake, evidently making all the speed she could. “Now doesn’t that beat everything!” cried Howard, slapping his knee where he sat in the bow. “They are running away from us faster than we can run from them!” “But it looks as though there were only two men aboard her,” Chris observed thoughtfully, “She handles awkwardly, as though she were heavily loaded and didn’t have a full crew. The others must have stayed to guard the cabin.” “TI suppose, in the dark, they couldn’t tell who really was in the cottage with them, or how many,” Andrew remarked. “I wonder what they thought we were—an army?” T was while they sat, watching the sloop I further and further away, that Andrew learned how Howard and Chris, whispering together in their hollow in the hay, had decided desperately that their only course was to make a dash for the boat the moment it was light enough, relying on the men’s momentary bewilderment to give them a start. Andrew reclized, too, that when Jean Lebeau had seen him on the roof, it must have been impossible to tell whether he was man or boy, or if more than one stood there in the shadow of the chimney. “But just the same they must have some- thing very valuable in that cabin, and con- sciences that are very tender as to how it got there, to be so afraid,” Howard remarked. “I wish I could understand it all.” “That Jean Lebeau must be the grandson sweep and the wooded island seemed full of voices, friendly voices of bowing birch tree speaking to shivering poplar and maple sighing to thundering pine. The noise within was loud also, laughter, much talk and the clinking of cups and bottles. There was no danger of his being heard as he crept out upon the roof. The broad chimney seemed to offer him shelter where its black shadow fell across the shingles. He _ tiptoed across to it, taking his steps only when the noise beneath him was the loudest, and curled up against the rough stones that were a little warm from the fire below. There he sat, shifting as the shadow shifted, squeezing close when it became smaller and stretching out as it grew long again. He had no notion yet of what he was to do when daylight came, he merely sat and waited. It seemed to have been a whole year rather than a few hours before the sharp edges of the black shadow began to blur and fade to show him that morning was coming. Looking up he saw that the sky was grey above the treetops and that even the biggest stars were shrinking to mere pinpricks of light. Everything was very still below him as though the Andrew lay down on the grass at the edge of a clump of trees men were once more asleep. Andrew stood up against the chimney and stretched himself, for he was cramped and stiff from his long vigil. Some little sound, he did not quite know what, caught his attention and he.looked down—to find himself staring into the upturned face of Jean Lebeau. T would have been difficult to tell which of the two was the more startled. For a long second they both stood, transfixed, then Lebeau, with a quick gesture, leaned back and flung upward at Andrew something that sang as it spun through the air and struck with a wicked “snick” against the chimney, before it fell, rattling and sliding, half way down the slope of the roof. Seeing that he had missed his aim, the man threw himself against the door, calling loudly for the others to come out, yet his shout was drowned by an answering roar from within, since here, too, startling discoveries were evidently being made. There was a crashing of broken glass, and out from the old Pierre Lebeau was telling us about,” An- drew said. They crept out from the shadow of the island unmolested and set their course for Hyde’s Point and home. The sloop was far away, dwindling to a white speck, the green shores slid by them as they sped before the wind. They returned Caleb Bucksall’s boat to him by mid-morning and were glad to hear him say that he had not been greatly concerned for its safety. “I told my wife you would have sense enough to land somewhere, but she has been just going on about you,” he remarked. Mrs. Bucksall insisted on giving them, to take home for breakfast, a roll of fresh butter, a jar of honey and a basket full of new crusty loaves, as a thank offering, it seemed, for their having come home safely. . They lay down wearily upon their camp beds, after they had broken their long hunger, but for some time they kept awake, talking over their experiences of the night and passing from hand to hand the knife that Andrew had brought home as spoils of battle. Andrew’s “forty winks” did not last as long as the th XUM

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IFE S isto- An- sing st it hed shes ling ook ade OYS not ad iti- n’t nst up nd in en it, n- re le KUM The Boy Scouts’ Magazine others’, for he felt restless and excited still. He sat before the tent, examining the knife once more and finding new ‘ause for speculation in wondering whence it could have come. It was of foreign make, that seemed evident in every line of the smooth curved blade and the ivory handle set ‘with bands of silver and carved with flowers and fishes. So fierce had been the force with which it had struck the stone chimney that the point had broken off, leaving the tip blunt and jagged. “The blacksmith over at Four Corners ought to be able to grind that off for me and make it sharp again,” he thought, and, impatient to have his treasure made per- fect at once, he set out, forthwith, to have the thing done. HE road led past daisy-white fields, under avenues of great round green maples, past comfortable farm- houses with their deep porches and wide eaves, and so to the Four Corners where the little church was sleeping in the sun in week-day ease and the blacksmith shop was plying a busy trade. ; ; A row of horses stood inside the big shadowy place, waiting to be shod, and a row of men sat on the bench opposite the forge where the leaping flame shone 80 bright. There were rather more men than horses, for Thaddeus Strong’s shop was a great place for talk and the black- smith himself was said to be the best retailer of gossip in Two Heroes County. Although a daily paper went the rounds in the evening, the real news of the day came out in an earlier edition by way of Thaddeus Strong. As Andrew came in a man was just departing, a tall man with an energetic, kindly face, who seemed to have left quite a buzz of talk behind him. ; : “That?s Sheriff Thompson, who lives up on North Hero, Caleb Bucksall, who sat at the end of the bench, told Andrew as the boy sat down beside him. “‘ He is the most up-and-doing man. anywhere around here; there's talk of running him for the legislature next election. “Hes not had any real chance to show what he can do, so far,’ observed the man beyond Caleb. “Two Heroes is no place to keep a sheriff busy.” Thaddeus Strong was holding forth on the same subject as he pounded away at the horse’s hoof held in the lap of his leather apron. It was a restless hoof that kicked and jerked but that interrupted the flow of his words not at all. “_And I said to Willetts,” he was recounting, “I said just to frighten him, ‘What are you Deputy Sheriff on this island for, if, after being in office twenty years, you haven’t arrested any- one yet?’ and he said to me, puffing up his face the way little Willetts does, ‘Why there’s the Sheriff himself, that lives up on North Hero, he arrested just one man, five years back, and he was a French Canadian.’ ” A roar of laughter greeted the end of his anecdote, for Willetts was evidently a well-known char- acter. One of the men however spoke up emphatically: “It is those French Canadians who will get us into trouble yet, they are the discontented ones that drift this way, and the trouble makers who can’t stay at home. It would be a pity if, after a generation of our being the most law-abiding county in the state, we should be getting talked about at last and people saying that we were no more honest than the next one, after all.” “Oh well,” replied another easily, “ you may hear about things going wrong and this or that not being just as it should be, but I'll trust Two Heroes County any day. After all this time I would be mighty slow to think that anyone would dare to commit a crime right here among us. It just couldn’t be.” E seemed to voice the general opinion, for there was much nodding of heads and murmuring of agreement. Andrew had often heard from his father how fiercely proud these people were of the “Now, that’s a queer blade. upright reputation of their little community. The Two Hero Islands were an out-of-the-way corner of the world where no railroads or even telephone or telegraph lines had yet penetrated, and where the roads were too narrow and rough for the use of automobiles. The district had also this other peculiarity, that it had for so long been free from crime, large or small, that the very possibility of such a thing seemed almost forgotten. “That young Jean Lebeau was our only real mischief maker,” said Caleb Bucksall. “I was thankful when he went away to war.” “He is back again,’ Thaddeus reported. “He tells great tales, they say, of what he has seen and done over there. But I’m wondering, myself, whether he left the army in good standing or bad. The only warrant that was ever sworn out on this island since I can remember was against Jean Lebeau for pulling a knife on one of his neighbors. But Thompson and Willetts let the matter drop when Jean enlisted. Yes, I'm sorry he has come back, sorry for his old grandfather. Pierre Lebeau has lived here so long and cares as much for the place as we do; if that grandson should bring him disgrace it would come near to killing him.” , He set down the horse’s hoof upon which the shoe was fastened at last and dusted his hands on his shiny apron. “Now, young fellow,’ he said to Andrew, “these men aren’t in any hurry, from the way they sit here and talk and waste my time; suppose we attend to your business next.” Andrew handed him the knife and explained merely that the point had been broken and that he should like toehave it ground sharp again. He hesitated a moment, wonder- ing whether he ought to go on and tell where he had got it and how. If he did, the news would be all over the island in an hour, for no town-crier with bell and procla- mation at the crossroads could spread tidings faster than could Thaddeus Strong. No, he would be silent for a little while, until he understood this whole affair better. “Now that’s a queer blade,” the blacksmith was saying, turning it over in his hand, “Came from foreign parts, Came from foreign parts, I’il be bound.” 25 I'll be bound. You didn’t buy it anywhere around here? ” “No,” returned Andrew lamely, “a—a fellow gave it to me. He didn’t tell me where he got it.” “Its a nice bit of carving, that ivory hilt,” said Thaddeus, “and the blade is good steel. I’d like to know what workman made it; knew his trade, he did.” H* set his heavy, whirling stone to work and began to grind the blade. “My grandfather used to have a lot of those curious things,” he went on; “they used to come into his hands now and then for there was a great deal more coming and going about here in his day than now. The Gateway to the Country, they used to call that gap in the moun- ains into Canada, and a strange number of things came and went through it, from soldiers and ships and cannon down to smuggled rum. My father had an old map—I’ve got it still—that showed where the biggest kind of ships, for those times, could come into our bays and harbors and drop anchor.” “This shop must have stood here a long time,” Andrew said. “Ever since Two Heroes was settled,” was the reply. “Tt stood here before the Revolution; the Green Mountain boys have camped in that field there, by the brook, while my great grandfather worked at this forge, thirty-six hours at a stretch, shoeing their horses and mending their swords and guns. Ethan Allen and his brother would lodge in the tavern up on the hill, making plans to drive the British out of the Lake Champlain forts; they would come down to get the news at the blacksmith shop and maybe pull the bellows, even, when the smith was ready to drop. There now.” He held up the knife and tried its edge on his hard palm. “That’s as good again as when it was new.” “Look,” said one of the men suddenly, “ there’s young Jean Lebeau now.” Andrew turned with the rest and saw the Frenchman standing at the door. His red cap was on the back of his head, his rough clothes were worn with a smart swagger and his white teeth showed in a wide smile. With no hesitation he came in. “How you welcome me, mes- sieurs!” he cried laughing. “ How eagerly you greet a poor soldier returned from the wars!” “Where is your uniform, Jean?” asked one of the farmers drily. “All our other boys are wearing theirs even after they were dis- charged.” “My uniform, it did not be- come my beauty,” returned Jean undisturbed. “I have put on my own clothes and am myself once more, and need never do anyone’s bidding again.” “Im thinking you had your uniform taken from you,” one of the others put in, but Caleb Buck- sall interrupted him, “Don’t pester him,” he said good naturedly; “if Jean has come back to make a fresh start, we're all ready to help him. What do you suppose these boys at the camp did, Thaddeus?” he went on, changing the subject and laying a friendly hand on An- drew’s shoulder. ‘They borrowed my catboat, the three of them, yesterday, and were off in her all night in all that storm. Pretty good sailors they were to get her back safe. Where did you land? I forgot to ask you?” “'We—we got shelter behind an —island,”’ Andrew stammered. He felt Jean Lebeau’s black eyes going from him to the knife in the blacksmith’s hand and then back again. “Three boys,” repeated Jean softly, “three boys only? That was indeed a bold cruise.” “Here is your knife,” said Thaddeus Strong to Andrew. “ No, I won’t let you pay me for grind- ing off that break. I have been talking more than turning the stone. I like to have such a nice piece of work in my hands once ‘in a while.” Jean Lebeau spoke no word, but his eyes glittered sharply as he saw Thaddeus hand the knife to (Continued on -page 54)

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Out of the drifting smoke a man pall of came leaping the we Il of the settlement HIE silence once broken the bargaining went swiftly on. The supposed value of the dead men was piled up in two equal portions in fathoms of bright cloth, sticks of tobacco and cans of salmon until, in an interval, Mu grunted satisfaction, believing that the skipper had reached his limit. To the heaps Captain Burr added a dezen screws and half a dozen safety pins. * Nuthin’ like “ Now for the gift to the gods, meaning Mu.” This pile was bigger than the two others put together. There were also beads, brass rings, a lantern, and, greatest prize of all that almost brought a genial look to Mu’s for- bidding countenance, a folding opera-hat, second-hand, but in fair condition. Mu worked the springs again and again in almost childish pleasure and ended by sticking the hat atop his ancient head with an effect that was ludicrous but afforded him supreme satisfaction. Never bein’ generous.” he said aside to Jim. was king so proudly crowned as Mu. “Got him in a good humor—for him,” said the skipper. “ Now for the girl.” “Mu,” he said, “you have a white maiden in your vil- A girl with blue eves and hair the color of the yel- é She is of our race, O Mu. a great canoe at the I will buy lage. low She stones we have gathered. the She belongs to our tribe. was taken from wreck of mouth of the river. her from you, O Mu.” Mu’s black eyes grew hard and cunning. He could not dispute possession of the maiden, neither could he ignore from his mates. the Karons,” he said boldly. if she is of your race why the murmurs that arose “The maid “She speaks our tongue, belongs to does she speak our tongue? Why does she live as the Karons live? I know nothing of the Big Canoe. The girl stays with us. While she lives with us we are pros- perous. If she left, who can tell what misfortune might The murmurs were now audible mutter- ings of approval. The skipper looked down at the little line of shadow from his wand. He pointed to the pile of goods still left, a good deal more than half of what they had brought remained. come upon us? = “Yet, if you sold her, you would be more prosperous than ever,” he said. “Look, Mu, what we will give you for her. All that I here. . And——” he paused— “who can say what great misfortune might be yours if she does not come with us?” have T was a threat thrown quietly but none the less effectively. Mu’s face grew black as he heard the discontent of the dwarfs sur- rounding him. “ Misfortune is often like a voice thrown against the cliffs,’ he retorted. comes back many times repeated.” “But those words that come back are empty words, Mu,” said the skipper. “ We offer you all Give us this girl.” Mu, tormented by the sight of all the treasure, such as no tribe had ever dreamed of possessing, turned to his pe ople. “What is your answer?” he said. gave it out. “No! The maid is our tuti (charm).” did not altogether please the wizard. “Will you give me a rifie?” he asked. ing things that make death?” (Shells.) “T will not,” said the skipper very distinctly. “Then the girl stays,” said Mu, and the dwarfs shouted approval, “T will tell you what I will do,” said the skipper in an altered voice, a voice of authority that held the savages like the call of a trumpet. “ What I will do if you will not take these things that I have offered and let the maiden be brought to us and suffered to depart without trouble. You remember how I blew up the rocks, O Mu, and shut off the water in the stream! Now listen to what I say. Unless, before this shadow reaches this mark ”— he scored a line in the grit—* the maid is delivered to us, I will start such a trouble as shall leave the village of the Karons only a hole in the ground, its dust scattered to the winds, a place where the ants will build their hills and clean the bones of all of you. I have spoken.” Tubiri trembled. The dwarfs stood with dropped jaws and bulging eyes. Only Mu stood with troubled eyes that gradually cleared while the skipper watched him closely. “May we wait and watch your mighty magic, white wizard who has no power to make for himself another eye?” he asked sarcastically. The skipper gave out a long breath in a sigh of relief. “ Thinks I’m bluffin” Jim,” he said. I wanted to teach them a lesson.” “Watch the shadow, Mu,” he answered sternly. “ Watch it well. When it touches that mark I shall destroy your temple. Then, if you are still stubborn, I shall not end the trouble-making until what I have said is finished. Watch the shadow.” that is “ It these goods, in peace. With one voice they The answer * And the shin- “T hoped he would. HILE the Karons stood agape, only Mu and his priests defiant, the skipper stooped and picked up a little grit. This he tossed to each quarter of the com- pass while Jim, once again at his request, started to intone the first commentary of Cesar with emphasis. This ended, the skipper took his silver pipe-call from his pocket and blew a shrill note. Then he folded kis arms and waited. solemn The savages glanced uneasily about, digging their toes into the dirt, watching the creeping shadow. It was very still, aside from the roar of the distant fall and the gush of the stream. Mu seemed to gain courage as the time passed and none of the white wizards’ company stirred. He was used to big words in his own behalf. He believed that the white man had bluffed. He was still angry be- cause he had been forced to start the palaver. This time he would outstand. Also he was an adept at reading faces and, though he could glean nothing from Captain Burr’s inscrutable visage and his one, cold eye, he was clever enough to see that Jim, with all the skipper’s fol- lowing, were wondering just what was going to happen. And that thing, figured Mu, was nothing. The white wizard would have to give him the rifle that Mu coveted above everything on earth. With it he would be supreme, master of life and death more absolutely than any other priest. With the weapon he could consolidate the tribes, could become a king! Ve Illustrated by Remington Schuyler BOYS’ LIFE Cy SS ry rer y VL) UL Se The shadow touched the near edge of the tiny trough, slid down it. And still silence reigned. It crawled up the far side and Jim saw a muscle twitch in the skipper’s cheek, above his beard. Mu saw it too and gave an exultant cry. “Eyah, white man!” he shouted. “This time I——” HERE came a lurid glare, an orange flame that rose above the forest, veiling the cliff back of the village. Then a frightful roar tossed back and forth between the cliffs until it was magnified a score of times, a great cloud of yellow smoke rolling in vast billows amid which hurtled fragments that smoked and flamed with broken masses of more solid material. A great wind rushed out from the cliff, bowing the trees of the village, bringing with it an acrid gas and, as the roaring died away, the screams of frightened women sounded clearly, with the yells of men, Out of the pall of drifting smoke that slowly lowered a man came leaping the wall of the settlement, rushing on in terror, crying out to Mu, falling prone at the sight of the skipper who stood unmoved. “The temple! The temple and the god! A great fire has devoured them. It came out of the cliff. There is nothing left. Part of the village is burning.’ “Shall I go on with the trouble, Mu?” asked the cap- tain. “Or will you bring the girl?” “Will you give the rifle?” asked Mu desperately. The skipper hesitated. Then he took the gun that Billi carried and offered it to Mu. “ Take it,” he said. Jim gasped. To give a rifle to a sav- age was one of the cardinal sins, according to the skipper. “Tt will shoot?” asked Mu. The skipper took half a dozen cans of salmon and swiftly set them on the box that had held them. He fired. The first can flattened and the contents spurted. The last can was burst wide where the bullet had torn its way out. He showed each of the rest of the tins bored by the missile. Then he took a box of cartridges from his pocket, opened it and displayed the shells, showing how to load one into the magazine. Mu wheeled and sent his messengers flying back, order- ing some to put out the fire that was beginning to threaten a general conflagration. The skipper still held the rifle in his possession though Mu reached for it with hands that shook with eagerness. Back came the men, dragging unwillingly the golden figure of a girl, dressed in a grass skirt and scanty fold of mulberry-bark tapa-cloth. Her blue eyes were wide with fright and her yellow hair streamed over her shoulders. When the men stopped she fought them like a wildcat. “Give me the rifle,””’ said Mu. “Take her and go.” CHAPTER By Fire ann XIII WATER HE canoes, with current and paddle, went swiftly down the stream to its confluence with the Fly and on again down the river. Rapids, up which they had toiled for hours, they shot in almost as many minutes. And they went unmolested. But ever the roll of drums on either bank proclaimed that the jungle tribes were busy sending through their code messages that must deal with the passing of the strangers, the two white men and the Tuti-Maid of the Karons. The girl sat in the stern of the first canoe between the skipper and Jim. The captain she regarded with an awe that could not be shaken, despite all the advances he made. Second to him, she seemed most fearful of The Admiral, though the parrot, strange to for The Admiral had a high sense of his own dignity and was not apt to make friends, had taken a liking to her and suffered her to smooth his plumage and even scratch his head, pettings that he rewarded by gently tweaking her ear with his beak. With Jim she became more at home and chatted in the Karon tongue while Jim taught her scraps of English that she retained and used with increasing freedom. Her pronunciation was almost astounding. “Tt’s her breedin’,” said the skipper. ‘Soon as we can teach her some manners an’ git some Christian clothes on her, shell be almost presentable.” Her name, she told them, was Naka and Naka was a wild thing that snatched her food and bolted it, who had sullen fits when reproved though they often melted after a while into a sunny smile. as alien from the Karons, aside from her color. surely say, She was scrupulously clean, swimming like a fish, never tired of taking care of her golden hair. One thing alone marked her XUM

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en ng he he ed ig ht p- Ili XUM The Boy Scouts’ Magazine She appropriated everything she fancied. It could hardly be called stealing for she was never ashamed of the act and never denied it. Neither did they ever catch her in a lie. But she was mischievous as a monkey and she treated Afua, his wife and all the brown men of the party with a lofty scorn that proclaimed that she had been the fetish of a tribe and considered herself above them. This fact made it easier for her to understand that she was of the same race as the skipper and Jim, a fact that once taken in was much appreciated. It gave her pride of race and she struggled hard to ape everything that Jim did, choosing him for her model as being nearer her own age. Altogether she was lovable and in a fair way to be spoiled. HE skipper and Jim decided to take her to the Mis- sion House in Port Moresby until they had made a thorough search for her parents or relatives, if any sur- vived the wreck. If this search was useless they saw only one aiternative. “We've jest natcherally got to adopt her, Jim,” said the skipper. “I seem to be gittin’ quite a family in my old age,” he added with a chuckle. was worried. Not about Naka but about the To him Captain Burr represented an ideal and he felt that his ideal had fallen short. But he hesitated to mention the cause, the giving of the rifle to Mu. The skipper had so often harped against the traders who would let a savage have the possession of firearms and cartridges that Jim had come te look upon such acts as those of renegades and murderers, killers of their own breed. He could not understand it. And the trouble cropped out quite often on his face and in his spells of quiet. He had no idea that the skipper was watching him so closely until the captain asked what was the matter with him. Jim skipper. Relieved at the chance,,always frank with the skipper, Jim answered briefly. “You gave that rifle to Mu. Captain Burr chuckled. “So that was what was eatin’ you? Thought I'd gone back on my first principles? Wal, son, that rifle was a sort of a trick rifle.” “But you fired it,” said Jim. cartridges.” “Sure did. But, Jim, I know these tribes better than you, my son. An’ you'll admit that it ain’t likely that more white men are likely to work up to Mu’s village in a hurry. Nothin’ to go for, long as we keep quiet about the gold. Enny rate, they won’t git there afore he fires the rifle once or twice. When he does fire it it ll be made a big occasion to show what a big man he is. An’, when he fires it”—the skipper stopped to chuckle again— when he fires it I fancy Mu is goin’ to lose some of his pres- tige. I’ve got a hunch the first thing he'll do with it is to work up a scene with Tubiri an’ shoot at him. If he misses there’s goin’ to be some lively doin’s an’, unless I miss my guess, a new head-priest in that village. There’s always some ambitious priest waitin’ for the top one to make a break. “You see, son, except that shell that I fired, the rest I drew the bullets and emptied out That ” And he—— “And you gave him are duds, box an’ all, the charges an’ then put the bullets back ag’en. rifle is goin’ to be bad medicine after its tryout.” “Oh!” said Jim, his face scarlet with relief and shame that he had misjudged the skipper. “ What do you sup- pose they’ve done about the idol?” he asked. “ Wouldn't that discredit Mu, too?” “Might. But they’ve got a new idol by this. That wouldn’t worry ’em long. Mu ‘ll blame the whole thing on the late idol an’ they forgit easy. But they ain’t forgot us,” he went on, “They ve passed the word along with 27 those drums. Sooner or later chance, they'll try an’ wipe us out. Not Mu, but some other tribe *tween here an’ the coast. There’s danger every mile o’ the way, Jim, every mile of it. Ill feel a blame sight easier when we git to the launch. Even then—we ain’t out of it. It’s the gal. They'll be afraid of a gen- eral reprisal when her story gits out—though it won’t soon as they git a good happen. Too much red tape. But we'll waste no time.” HEY did not. They traveled night and day, the searchlight sweeping the gorges and the woods and still they sped safely. They landed but rarely, their rifles were always ready and every fathom of woods and cliff was watched for lurking enemies. In three days they ac- complished what had taken eight on the uptrip. The thunder of the falls above Fatua’s village was already faintly in their ears when the attack took place. The canoes were speeding between high walls of rock, vine covered, their tops thick with jungle. Without sound, without sight of the enemy, suddenly the air was thick with venomed darts. The faces of the kanakas greyed at the flying death and they bowed low as they scooped frantically with their paddles. Only one thing saved them. The savages had not calculated upon the natural draught that sucked through the gorge and the flight of the darts was a wavering one. Luckily, the channel veered to the opposite side of the river, which was fairly broad, and as the canoes swept over, many of the darts fell into the water. Some were batted off or fanned away by the paddies. One stuck fairly in the skipper’s beard and one spent itself in the fabric of Jim’s sleeve without grazing the skin. Only one struck flesh. That quivered in the third finger of Tomi’s hand—Tomi who had stayed hidden in a cliff (Continued on page 40) Back came the men, dragging unwillingly the golden figure of a girl, dressed in a grass skirt and scanty fold of mulberry-bark tapa-cloth

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The Boy Scouts’ Magazine The Snap-Shot Squad for Picture Entitled “Moonlight” Appear on Page 64) te ak DOME ROCK, OREGON “TRAIL : Stour kerr Harairat Gert g, Meb. SETTING UP EXERCISE % ALEX TAYLOR — Duridee, Texas. *, TEMPLE Cur FROM A SINGLE ROCK. ¢ BAZA OK L97n0re, Madras, South Indiz WF jy _* AN’A.F ING.” SNAPSHOT i C.MURPHY AND F ATKINSON, Mayer Geriany ” oy, . 4 Be FS at, F : a “ae 4 A BARK “GUNYAH" WWA4AJOR B.G. PATTERSON Gucenslatia o TAKE us Too” L. FERRIER, Mirreapolss Mirai “TAKE THE THREE OF US ° i a Rsdanaeran, Birghantin, MY 44 . gy aD a Sa e , de . % THE Goop oLD suMMER TIME , é “” bs" x * * MALCOLM JUL 0M, i atincpeles ded. + wee come erence per te ee sere ay i 2) a * —JN MORE WAYS ‘THAN ONE - A scour TS. ADAPTABLE. BU.ELKINS, Sout?e Wiredhorrt Pe & Stout JEDAVS, West Albany; MY.

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30 é th AW ea Wr 4 / xo 7 \h\\~ Ty || | bbe il ey hk » nation on earth, so far as is known, has at present a system for quickly reaching the rural districts with im- portant information, Can the Pioneer Scouts beat the rest of the world to it? I say they can and will. The . ciated Press and other news agencies have marvel- lous systems. By direct wires they send the news of the world to daily papers in all our cities. But the farmer does not get it until long after, unless he is one of the few who ive near enough to the city to receive the daily paper the day it is published. As announced in the June Boys’ Lire, the U. S. Navy is \road-casting official messages for the Boy Scouts of America, This will enable the Pioneer Scouts in rural districts to receive important information by wireless and serve as government messengers in distributing such messages as may be sent by government @epartments through the scout system. Already the system is in operation. Every evening a thousand radio amateurs listening in at about 9:50, Eastern tandard time, hear NAH, the big naval station in New York, pause a moment after shooting out general news for half an T) dis- Pegging Away With Thhe Pioneer Scout By Armstrong Perry scout cutter or other vehicle will serve to carry the messenger. The map illustrates the method. for example, the information bureau of the Department of Agriculture wants to send out an urgent*message through the Boy Scout system. It was sent to the Seascout Radio Commodore, National Council office, Boy Scouts of America. He transmits it to the Amateur Bureau, District Communication Headquarters, Third Suppose, Naval District, New York City. It is broadcasted on 1,500 meters spark. Scout operators receive it in San Francisco, Chicago, New Orleans and other cities. Immediately they notify local scout headquarters and the process goes on, as described above, until every scout has notified every person within his reach, There are 389,000 scouts in the United States. If each reaches one hundred persons, on the average, half the popula- tion of the United States will be reached, This is possible, with the cocperation of newspapers and other agencies. Every scout should make arrangements at once to receive the daily messages from NAH through a troop or council and be prepared to do his part when a test message or other urgent communication comes through, O uting GHVIUUUULOUOLIUUNLULUOUL0 UHH Scouting Section cf BOYS’ LIFE The Outdoor Boy—His Feet OR the boy going on a hike, whether it is to last six hours or six days, there is nothing more important than keeping the feet in first condition. The first thing to do is to have proper footwear. Get the shoe plenty wide, comfortably loose when wearing woolen The should be high enough to prevent dirt from entering the shoe, about 5 inches high will be found best. The should be light, but durable with a thin, strong sole and soft oil-leather or canvas uppers. Some prefer a heavier shoe but it is well to remember that the work of lifting heavy shoes sey eral thousand times a day—there are somewhat more than two thousand steps to the mile—is quite an item. A stiff more slippery than a thin one and is liable to blister the feet because of this stiffness. For hard, rough work an oil-top leather shoe, well oiled and cared for will be found best. Stiff soles are good only for rough rocky soil and mountain work, The kind of socks or stockings is just as important as the shoes. The particular variety depends on just what kind of hiking you expect to do. If it is in the woods where the air is cool and where the feet may be damp part of the time, a heavy woolen stocking is best, as it will not only protect the feet from bruises but will also keep the wearer from catching cold, if his feet should get damp. If one is walking over hot roads, thin woolen stockings are better than cotton ones, Never start on a long hike with dirty or sweaty feet. The feet, as well as the stockings, should be carefully washed before starting out every morning or a new pair of stockings should be worn, As an extra pair can hardly be carried for each day of a long hike, it may class socks. shoe the shoe sole is hour at twenty-five words a minute. ‘hen, slowly and tinctly, comes: “QST QST QST de NAH NAH NAII Ama- teur Broadcast.” There follows a message, thirty to fifty words long. They come at such an easy rate that the operator can write the rs in dots and dashes if he is a little slow on code, Then e cant late them at his leisure. These messages always contain something of interest to boys. Sometimes they are from the Depart- ment of Agriculture or some other government departmen with a request for each operator make the message known to the public Im- mediate ly. The scout operator, if in a town or city, re- ports at once to his local council headquarters or troop headquarters, If headquarters has a transmitting outfit, it sends the message by radio to troops in smaller i have receiving sets whose range is limited to receive NAH. If not, it relays the messages by telephone, telegraph, mail or scout messenger. Also it makes copies of the messages for all local newspapers and posts copies in public places such as the postoffice and the railway stations, too From the troop headquarters the news goes to the Pioneer Scouts. Some of these have radio sets and receive it direct from NAH. All are expected to establish a system they will surely receive every official from the nearest troop headquarters. others whereby Inessage Each Pioneer Scout is expected also to have a system of reaching the people in his neigh- borhood. Some will use the farmers’ telephone lines, others witll signal by semaphore, Morse flag, blinker or heliograph. Where signalling system cannot be used, pace, a good scouts’ [ORAM OMA | = sat we KRKANSAS a be well to carry one extra pair, changing and washing every day. With one or two simple remedies that may be carried in the kit, any boy can keep his feet in good condition or help a comrade get back on his. Carbolated vaseline rubbed into the soles of the feet and between the toes after washing will prevent the feet from cracking and will aid in keeping away blisters. For treating blisters, if you are unlucky enough to get some, carry a fine needle and a piece of white worsted threaded in it. Draw the worsted through the blister—it won't hurt— inch of worsted blister. This leaving about an eighth of an sticking out of each side of the will drain out the water slowly and prevent air from entering the blister and making the \ skin sore, but there is always danger of in- fection so keep the needles and worsted in the \ tightly corked bottles, the needle which is held in a flame will be free from germs. Fastening two or three pieces of adhesive tape across the blister so as to cover most of it except where the worsted projects, will protect the skin and keep the blister from getting sore. If your shoes get rough on the inside of the sole, a soft smooth insole can be cut from the bark of the white or paper birch, These beat horse, a bicycle, motorcycle, automobile, sea- T was the first morning of Easter vaca- I tion. The scene was the Los Angeles B, S. A. Headquarters. The commanding notes of Assembly, followed by the brisk or- der to fall in, brought fifty-four boys quickly into place, eager for their bike hike to Mexico, leather for everything but durability. ‘ t frontier town with an adobe fort in its A Bike Hike to Mexico By Harvey R. Cheesman Director of Scout Activities, Los Angeles midst, which we viewed only from a distance as a recent flood had washed the bridge away. The border line running across the cactus The long line of scouts was promptly di- Ean vided into two troops. An Eagle Scout was appointed first assistant to the Camp Direc- Indian Pueblo on the TTT PLL wah a Exposition Grounds, procession on whistle signal TTT TTT from the rear. and greasewood - covered hills has _ been quvueeceracueneenaaeaeact brushed out and shows up distinctly. At the monument marking the dividing line between the two countries we had our pictures taken, tor, while two Merit Badge Scouts were com- which we had previously obtained permission The two scoutmasters rode beside their and a happy looking bunch we were. We missioned scoutmasters of Troops 1 and 2, to use, troops with whistles ready to relay signals stopped at National City after covering respectively. Patrol leaders and assistant Then came the big day, when the Boy from the leader. The adult leader, riding a thirty-six miles and had our bicycles repaired patrol leaders were next named and made Scouts invaded Mexico! As we crossed the bicycle, and the repair truck did the trouble and oiled, responsible for those under them, harbor on the big ferry boat, a large num- shooting in the rear. What would we ever A few words as to each boy’s responsibility ber of huge warships and lean gray de- have done without our friends the Firestone a, OS ANGELES scouts will long remem- in making the trip a success, and then stroyers attracted considerable attention, Tire Company, who kindly donated the use ber that evening. We held a giant “Forward March!” and we're on our way The attraction was evidently mutual, for the Of 2 truck and repair outfit? As soon as a . camp fire with the San Diego scouts in the to the electric cars. Half an hour's ride sailors took time to wigwag in semiphore Scout slipped out of line with a punctured Indian Village, at which Dr. Hewlett of the took us to the harbor at San Pedro, whither code to our boys. : tire or machine trouble (and alas, there Society for Research among the American our bicycles had already preceded us. Now we are actually on the road, ready to pte Sfteen oe Sweaty muck comnaltios > aan ge ie —_ - ener ov see Hooray, boys, there she is in the harbor, mount our wheels! Strict instructions were day) this kind friend rescued him, bundled the story of Kit Carson’s pursuit of a the big ship that carries us down the coast to San Diego! We scrambled up the gang- plank, checked our bedding rolls, and pro- ceeded with lively interest to view the things around us. Scouts are brothers the world over, aren’t they? We thought of that when, after a lively voyage, a group of San Diego scouts under Scout Executive Barley greeted us cordially at the wharf and exchanged en- thusiastic yells with our Los Angeles scouts. We rode in the dark up a long hill to the given for the trip. There was to be no eat- ing along the road, and very little water drinking. It is better to rinse the throat a little, then take just a small sip of water. A Scout must keep in good condition on such a trip. There was to be absolutely no leaving the line, which rode in single file on the ex- treme right hand side of the road, without permission. Signals were to be carefully obeyed : One whistle, attention. Two whistles, start. Three whistles, halt, Then we were off, with Walt in the lead instr ed Oo se as Wy aCe and ston be his wheel and him into the truck and kept up with the procession until the next stop, when repair work was done. E stopped for lunch along the road, then journeyed on to the small cluster of wooden buildings that stands at the bor- der. The customs and immigration officials went across the border with us, and there we saw Mexican soldiers in all kinds of gay uniforms and cowboys in picturesque caps, with “six guns” strapped on their belts. bandit band. He then gave us one of the most interesting experiences of the trip when he took us down into the underground Indian council chamber of keva and spoke concerning Indian religions. Here, in spite of the fact that tears were streaming down our cheeks and our throats were choking with smoke from the council fire, we en- joyed the novel sensation of being real In- dian braves. The Camp Director ended the campfire in the usual manner—the last verse of “America,” a short prayer, and every scout renewing his Scout Oath. This Te ken XUM

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E te XUM The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 31 The Boy and His Dog By Edgar A. Guest A boy and his dog make a glorious pair. No better friendship is found anywhere. For they talk and they walk and they run and they play, And they have their secrets for many a day, And that boy has a comrade who thinks and who feels, Who walks down the road with a dog at his heels. He may go where he will and his dog will be there, May revel in mud and his dog will not care, Faithful he'll stay for the slightest command And bark with delight at the touch of his hand; Oh, he owns a treasure which nobody steals Who walks down the road with a dog at his heels. No other can lure him away from his side, He’s proof against riches and station and pride; Fine dress does not charm him, and flattery’s breath Is lost on the dog, for he’s faithful to death; He sees the great soul which the body conceals, Oh, it’s great to be young with a dog at your heels! / “0 ny gi Chée- coamnF Ctu7—_ i : ’ * ’ P ee ed Crtrte ax, “= A c - —_——— ay sp . wee C2ajpt. Ooo te 246+ Ctcao™ Y W é ya a i . ee ck Zp AAwzs L- a Buse NN g : v4 —_ Y KAYNEE Cleveland b - 2 sen cle yer aA - wile pe SF i Creepers, Rompers, Payametres, UNDER / tocs, Wasu Suits, BLouses, Youtu’s SHIRTS - ¥

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POPPE epee EEE EEE ELELLE EEE LELELEEEEE ELLE LE LEEPER Eres nateaatatatets eee eee EEE ER ERELELE ELODIE 32 lahat atahaalale srr PEE ERECEE LEC LERE REECE EERE ; ei AF Piecstl te . 5 For Complete Camp Equipment See Our Spring Catalog a aa ne No. B-1200. ALUMINUM COOK KIT. A new Scout mess kit. Complete in every detail and bound to be popular. Outfit consists of patent fry pan with handle, cooking pot with cover, drinking cup, and stew pan, which also serves as plate or soup bowl. All pieces with exception of fork and spoon, are made of heavy There is also a fork and spoon. gauge pure aluminum of the famous ‘‘Wearever”’ brand. Parts Khaki carrying case to Weight 3 Ibs. . .$3.50 nest compactly and do not rattle. match uniform, with adjustable strap. Canteens No. B-1201. ALUMINUM CANTEEN. The makers of this famous brand of aluminum utensils have made for the Boy Scouts of America an almost ideal canteen of heavy gauge stock with olive drab cover and adjustable carrying strap. The capacity is just over a quart. Shipping weight, 1 lb $3.25 Compasses No. B-1273. TELAWAY COMPASS. This is a thoroughly reliable compass at a low price. It was designed primarily with Scouts in mind. Case is dull gun metal finish with Special steel needle, carefully magnetized Diameter 114 in. Pre- heavy crystal. and fitted with jeweled center. paid SCH SCSSESEESEHA OSHA HKSKEEBCO DESC OK SKE HCKOH CEE HOEDES No. 1202 LEEDAWL. Solid white metal case, open face, graduated to 2 degrees. Diameter, 1 5-8 in. Prepaid. ..$1.00 wD RERRERERERERERERERERERRECEEREEERERSE ROSES EES SE Oar sea In these days of high prices it will be welcome news to thrifty scouts to learn that it is still possible to buy a good sturdy two- piece camp blanket at the low price of $5.75. It was only by our taking advantage of a rare merchandising opportunity that you can buy these blankets now at a price which means a big saving. But they are only a special lot and when these are gone it will mean a jump back to our regular camp blanket. The special price is made possible by sewing two mill ends together to get one blanket, size 58x84 inches—only eight inches narrower than the standard size army blanket. On account of their reduced size they are admirably suited for boys. These are durable, heavy woolen khaki blankets with years of hard camping service in them. Order by Catalog No. B. 1418. Squares No. B-1058. MORSE CODE SIGNAL FLAGS. Best quality muslin. Size 24 x 24 inches. One flag white with red center, other red with white center. Sold only in pairs. Pair, 70c. No. B-1417. METAL SIGNAL FLAG POLE. This is an all metal jointed signaling flag pole same as used by U.S. Army Signal Corps. Madeofheavy metal tubing, in three sections with very strong reinforced joints. Pole is 66” in length, and has two strong swivel rings for attaching standard wig wag flag. Finished in dull black. Shipping weight 3 Ibs. Re eT ee ee ee $3.00 Government Supplies saving. Used Shelter Halves room for two boys. CTA Tapes Without Poles - - With Poles - - - BOYS’ LIFE evenly distribute the weight. fastened together they form a complete tent) A compact, durable, weh strongly re-inforced throughout, ideal for hik \ which will afford good shelter under all wedjpondi- $3 00 tions. Size 7’ 2” wide, 5’ 6” long and 3’ 7’ bi e— No. B 1422 Shipping weight without poles! Price per pair.. $4.00 No. B 1422A Shipping weight with poles com: New Mosquito Bars Any camper who has been annoyed by mosquitos or flies, would appreciate the comfort which these bars will afford. They were made to conform to U. S. Government specificatiors, from a good quality, unbleached Marquis- ette. Edges are bound, centers and corners strongly taped. Size 6 feet long, 6 feet high and 6 feet at bottom. They are brand new and the identica Iquality were formerly sold at wholesale for: $5.00. While this special lot last our price will be-half that. $2.50 Shipping weight, 4 Ibs. Order by Catalog No. B1423 DEPARTMENT OF SCOUT SUPPLIES Plus Px Sig condition with lots of hard camping service in of heavy khaki waterproof duck in the popgDog” style used in the Army. parts so that each half can be rolled up li conveniently carried over the shoulders of 1 Tent is divided » ke When the two 9 Ibe. Per pair......- t We have beenable to secure a considerableity of used Army shelter halves at a price which aja big While these are sold ‘‘as are” they at - ade equal and ys to i$ are ple tent, @ one $3.00 4.00 BOY SCOUT0I See a a a a a a a a a en a een nnn nnn ene nee eee nnn nanan naan nana a aaa a aaa aaa aMa"a"a"a"a"aa"s"as's"s

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FE 4, mgankets e 59184 Inches $975 3 Pofe on 4 Ibs. Sigg Flags iderable@mity of which da big they are good vice in ti™Made ple Dog” ing equal and { tibys to he two ims are mple vel tent, cigged one ondi- $3.00 4.00 - ‘ O XUM The Boy Scouts’ Magazine standard United States Army bugle. 1065 but heavier and finer finish. Diagonals Best quality muslin. Size 18 x 18 inches. Field Glasses lighted field of view. Let ’er Rain Used Army Ponchos In planning your camping equipment be sure to include one of these ponchos. We have been able to obtain another lot of used Army ponchos. These are in men’s size, 60 inches wide by 75 inches long, but they are also suitable for large boys. All are in good condition and will give splendid service and are identical in quality and style to the poncho which we regularly sell at $5.00. The material used is double textured, olive drab bombazine with a coating of fine Para rubber in between, giving exceptional wearing qualities under the most severe tests. Strongly sewed, cemented and cured. Can also be used as ground blanket or shelter tent. While this lot lasts they will be sold ‘as are,” $3.00 each, which means a big saving. Thé supply we have available will be ample to fill a considerable quantity of orders and while they last can be had at this special price. Order by No. B-641 and include postage or carriage charges on 5 Ibs.............. $3.00 TIOF AMERICA 7 FIFTH AVENUE NEW YORK No. B-1065 BOY SCOUT BUGLE. This is a ment of good quality, is easy to blow and has a mellow tone. Furnished in key of G with tuning slide to F. Made of brass and has two turns. Shipping weight, 7 Ibs. Price............. No. B-1415. EXTRA QUALITY BUGLE. We recommend this instrument to those who wish something extra fine. An instrument of excep- tional quality and appearance. Same as No. B- Se, a, re rT No. B-1059. SEMAPHORE CODE SIGNAL FLAGS. white, divided diagonally. Sold only in pairs. Pairs.55c. No. B-1212. BOY SCOUT FIELD GLASSES. great deal of pleasure and profit is derived from the possession of a pair of good field glasses. In signalling and in study of birds and stars, their use will be helpful. Have achromatic lenses insuring a clear and well- Shipping Weight 1 tb., 4 0f..............006: $7.00 sit A Big Saving To You Well! Suppose it Does Rain! $ 3 OO as Scout Bugles | When in New York Visit the Scout Supply Store 200 Fifth Avenue No. 1226. BUGLE CORD. Mohair, 7 yard length with tassels. Colors: red, white, blue, yellow and com- bination of red, white and blue................. $2.00 No. 1235. FELT BAG FOR BUGLES. Nicely finished green felt bags of heavy material................. $1.00 No. B-1404. ALUMINUM CAMP SET. A compact and handy little set, 73” long, made of good quality aluminum. It is durable, convenient, and easy to keep clean. Needed three times a day ona hike or in camp. Separates into three parts, knife, fork and spoon. Shipping weight, 6 oz. 2 PO ae aR Sen CENTS nL SE OTA e a ABI St VEER bir gel $1.00 No. B-1405. KHAKI WATERPROOF CASE for ME OT Sh IND yO koa Oe a SS A a ge 20c. First Aid Pouches No. B-1101. HOSPITAL CORPS FIRST-AID POUCH. It is desirable that every troop have a picked first-aid squad. This outfit is very complete. Contains shears, tweezers, carbolized vase- line, package of safety pins, two wire gauze splints, two ozs. aro- matic spirits of ammonia, one individual first-aid outfit (card- board), two one-yard bandages of sterilized gauze, three one-inch bandages, three two and one-half inch bandages,: two triangular bandages (cartons), one U.S. tourniquet. Weight, 3 lbs... ..5.75 Khaki Sweater Special No. 644. SWEATER. Special for those wanting a less expensive sweater than regular woolen scout sweater, we offer a durable, heavy ribbed well knit garment containing some wool, without the official buttons, that will give hard wear. This sweater is identical in design to the regular scout sweater, with high but- toned military collar and two additional buttons down the chest. Sizes 26, 28 and 30 for small boys. Average shipping weight Se ehh inn kdhary tales inte eee $3.25 No. 644A Same as above for larger boys and men in sizes 32 to 42. Average shipping weight 3 lbs., 10 oz...........- $3.50 33 PERE EE PRES EP ESSEC EE eee eee EE erences aia mains: u iment Regi "se "s ss ee sat sPalaPaPaafo"asPuasPutas"als"u"as"uta"s"a"s"utss"uts"s"u"s"s"atsPsfate"atata'ssta"etetatetetaeta"ats"aets"s"ats"atasta"sts"aatatatataatate itata"as"a"ata"ataPatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatearaea"a stata aa sates sas Sr err rants sities atatatstah anne ee Le os ee EE) Oa aaa aaa aMae eM Fea aM aaa aa a EI XI]

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34 Scouting Section of BOYS’ LIFE : You NATTLE were domesticated in C prehistoric times. They were common in Egypt more than two thousand years before the Chris tian era and they are mentioned in the early writings of the He rews, Greeks and Romans From the testimeny of rocks, it has been proven that cattle ex isted in Northern Europe before the glacial period. Except the uffalo, there were no cattle in America at the time of its dis- Dairy : GS = Farmer? sive work in dairying. For : that reason considerable capital j is required to make a _ start, But, “where there’s a_ will there’s a way” is as true in dairying as in any other busi- ness. If, while he is gaining experience, a young man can demonstrate his ability to make good on a dairy farm he will usually find plenty of people ready to help him get a start. He may buy a dairy farm making only a small cash pay- covery by Europeans. Cattle were kept largely for ment; he may rent a dairy the production of dairy products farm with the cattle on it, or and beef. The principal dairy he may obtain a position as breeds named in alphabetical manager of a dairy farm. In ordger al Ayrshire, Brown the latter case he need have Swiss, Guernsey, Holstein-Freis- no money invested at all. He ian, and Jersey must insist, however, on havy- \yrshires originated in the county of Ayr in the OU7T,Wy LOO «6 ings & good farm well stocked with high-producing dairy cows. western part of Scotland In color, Ayrshires may — The demand for managers of large dairy farms is in- m a medium red to a very dark mahogany-brown, an¢ . ee - : ‘ ‘ — creasing rapidly. Generally these positions pay well an iominating. White with red This article 1S reprinted from the Merit Badge sometimes there is an opportunity he the naneer to “a white with either cok olor. Their most picturesque Pamphlet on Dairy Farming published by National come a partner in the business. turn outward, then upward, Tfeadquarters of the Boy Scouts of America, and markings is a very featu the | «x horns ind htly he ows rd. ‘ graze well, and are able a . : ; to withstand th severe northern winters as well as because of lack of space, has necessarily been HE breeding of registered dairy cattle, when intelligently iny of the dairy Canada they are a popular greatly curtailed. For a more extensive survey of Jnanaged, is both interesting and profitable. Nothing in agriculture is more interesting to the ambitious dairyman dairy breed, and th are gaining in popularity in some - i a ey a ir \ y ar i DOr the subject see the official pamphlet issued by than the building up of a high-producing herd of registered parts of the United States. “he P A ‘. _ National Headquarters. dairy cattle. Such work requires careful attention to selee- tion, breeding, and feeding. Only high-producing registered S the name indicates, the Brown Swiss breed originated } A in Switzerland. Brown Swiss cattle were first introduced _ MMMIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNINNNNNNINNINNNNINNNNUNINNNNI INNING «8dairy cows are eligible to advanced registry, but as soon as into this country in 1860 but their distribution has not yet ; they make a very high yearly record of milk and butterfat | wide-spread. In color, they vary from a light-gray, not test high in butterfat, but it is rich in other solids, their value becomes greatly increased. A high-production mouse color, or brownish dun to dark brown. They are ex- Jerseys originated on the island of Jersey, another of record also greatly increases the value of the offspring. It a nt grazers, and get along very well on rough pasture the channel islands belonging to Gre at Britain. Jerseys are costs but little more to feed the registered heifer calf that land. \s milk producers, the breed ranks well in quantity probably descended from the cattle of Normandy and they will grow into a thousand dollar cow than to feed the reg- and the per cent of butterfat is medium are closely related to the Guernseys. There is evidence that istered heifer calf that will grow into a four hundred dollar Guernsey cattle originated on the island of Guernsey. That they have been bred pure on the island of Jersey for nearly cow, or the grade heifer calf that may grow into a $150 cow, sland belongs to England and is one of the channel islands five hundred years. Jerseys vary considerably in color; or the scrub heifer calf that may never really be worth tween England and France Guernsey cattle have been shades of fawn, squirrel gray, mouse color, and very dark much of anything, bred pure on the island for many centuries, They are prob- brown beingg most common, They have beautiful deer-like There is room, lots of room, for improvement in our dairy ably descended from the cattle of the French provinces, Brit- forms and small heads. They are widely distributed in this herds, and the greatest improvement must come from better tany and Normand) country and very numerous, which is an indication of their breeding. The young man who goes into this work in- In color, Guernseys are some shade of fawn, usually with popularity. Jerse graze well on rich pastures and are telligently and who makes it a life work can not fail. white markings. The white markings are commonly on the economical producers of butterfat. They are famous for the There are, at present, 385 cow-testers at work in that e. flanks and legs, Guernseys are gaining rapidly in pop- quality or their milk, which tests higher in butterfat than the many associations. The salaries are small but the expenses rit in this country. They graze well on rich pastures milk of any other breed of dairy cattle. are low and the experience is a splendid preparation for nd are economical producers of butterfat, Their milk yield positions that bring higher pay. The cow-tester is em ix a lit ibove that of the Jersey, and the color of the milk Hii demand for dairy products of all kinds is constantly ployed by the cow-testing association to test all the cows i it d not test quite so high in butterfat. increasing, For that reason there is and always will belonging to association members, The work is increasing a fair opportunity for intelligent and industrious men rapidly and the demand for testers has always been greater OLSTEIN-I RIE SIANS, or Holsteins, have been bred in to make a living in the dairy business. The young man who than the supply, Hs I European countries bordering on the Wishes to engage in dairying must make careful prepara- Sea for ree two thousand years. As early as the tion. If he was not brought up on the farm, he must man- ninth centu Holland was well known as a dairy region age in some way to get farm experience Under such cir- HE State experiment stations and the United States De- I 1 Holstein cattle is black and white. They are cumstances he should hire out to some successful dairyman partment of Agriculture employ many thoroughly trained ol t I t popular of all the dairy breeds. They graz and gain at least a year’s experience in dairying before men to cary on investigational work in dairying. They lon ri istures and make good use of hay, soiling going into business for himself, employ cheesemakers, buttermakers, bacteriologists, dairy farm ps and silage. In quantity of milk, the Holsteins rank Good land close to market is high in price and poor land, ers, ete. The pay for this kind of work is not large but most mong the breeds On an average, the milk does or land far from market is not generally suitable for inten- of these positions (Continued on page 62) AINOO, Ning Python By Oliver R. Pilat—Age 16 Te thick, impenetrable jungle, typical of BULLI] =O) SNAke, always the snake, w atching and wait unexplored parts of South America, ing and watching th -~ % ' tl ris) struggling imé 0L% became aie ¢ » & ere was teeming with noisy, ruggling animal ae Short tee Contest a . pecame ‘pale ‘and thin, a he life. \ large, natural clearing seemed to be the center of conflict. Here a jaguar fiercely (Contest Rules appear on page 64) if he dared, but then the snake would surel) defends his kill from an envious ne ighbon \ Excellent stories were submitted to the July Contest by William J. Pilat, Scout Donald Atkins, and by Oliver R. Pilat, to whom the kill him in the jungle. He wished the poli e near-by scream indicates that a crocidile has prize was awarded this month. would capture him and protect him against 1ught another taunting, reckless monkey. Mr. Wilbur S. Boyer is giving contestants some hints about short story writing. Certainly, readers of BOYS’ LIFE will be eager the king Python. Two months ago he would There at the side of the clearing two power- to learn how the creator of Johnnie Kelly works out his entertaining tales. Here are his suggestions: have laughed at such a ridiculous suggestion ful pumas contend for mastery. Suddenly ) RITTEN words march along in single file and reach a reader just one at a time. The author who has many words worth while But now, it was true! His body became rigid the combatants slink off and an unnatural in his procession is the one that keeps his spectators’ attention. You simply MUST have a good story to tell, and down at the with horror when he thought of that huge silence falls upon the gloomy swamp end of that parade of words must be a squad worth waiting for. That is the most important thing in any author's mind—the end. scaly, relentless Python! bi rt ; ee ei If, then, that long Indian file is nothing but a string of shabby old friends just as we sce them every day, the reader will not patiently Suddenly the criminal’s overtaxed mind A slight rustle and Wanoo, king Python, wait for them to pass: he'll skip along the parade and look at the end of the line. gave way aad he | a ahs a eer oR rlides sinuously into the clearing His The story that takes best is the one you cannot skip through. Sometimes we will even read a poor story through because it is well ~ el Way and he became stark, raving mad. : Perhaps the snake wondered at the strange ve I et head sways from side to side and his told. How may you boys learn to tell a story well Here are a few hints. Use words that everybody understands, use them correctly, : , : ? and wherever possible employ words that have the FLAVOR of the whole tale. For example, instead of, “He rapped on the door with actions and shrieks of the lunatic, but he s gel gnetic eyes peer restlessly about “ the:”* i i trangely ee eee ere pene Saat a short stick like a policeman’s club,” Stevenson in TREASURE ISLAND says,“ ... @ bit of stick like a handspike;” and sensed another ruse to catch him and still him. The “ nts or aed erent aS ie deeoeae there he gave a tang of the sea. Later, “I remember his breath hanging like smoke in his wake as he strode by.” We smell the salt air waited, biding his time. Chooga luckily his sovereignty and not being able 0 @iscove again, and even catch a glimpse of the old Sea-dog's character from the one word, “strode.” A tale of the forest would require different stayed near the cabin and managed to live what it is, becomes uneasy and disturbed. words for “hand spike” and “wake’’; and a sly character would not stride. on “some reviously killed game, ¥6 Then as noiselessly as he had come, the great FLAVOR is employed in another way. A story with a sad or grewsome ending must fromthe very beginning reflect that atmosphere . I — = 5 . snake disappears in the tangled swamp, his in its words. See Poe's FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER or Hawthorne's THE AMBITIOUS GUEST. If the story is to huge body moving at a tremendous rate. nee. Se do aeons ~—- tee iy way co can a in ils O* the third day after he had become Five minutes later, a muddy and exhausted place. ¢ danger here is, overstraining in trying to be funny, and that is why humorous slories are so har le. crazy, Chooga was confronted by rifles ‘ bur rh ti lergrowth and A story of the woods where FEAR or CREEPINGS is the keynote would require different FLAVOR words from one in the same man burst througn me Saeergeewen Bs locality with a JOLLY GOOD TIME as the big idea; and, to go further, if the JOLLY GOOD Li Soni is to end in a laugh, you held wearily dropped to the ground in the clearing. would nol begin with the same words you would employ were the end to be a THRILLING ADVENTUR. by three dirty and tired native police men, They had found him at last. When Chooga Fitz was a_ hardened thief and Every act, every bit of conversation, every description, every hint should be written with the END Gace story clearly in view. Each they discovered that Chooga was crazy, they murderer and he hoped to find safety from word as it marches by the reader should either be an interesting soldier or absolutely necessary to introduce the word-hero not very far forcibly tied him up and lay down to get the law in this unexplored jungle. He behind him; for he is all alone as he goes by, and unless the attractive heroes are failry close together, the parade becomes tiresome, some very necessary sleep “a Mosel eshey ge surveyed the desolate place with satisfaction ; no matter how fine a squad there is at the end. to civilization with their prisoner, within a week he had constructed a Tittle qyiiiiimiNNNINNN NHN 000000 That night with superhuman strength the cabin in the middle of the clearing. He felt raging lunatic broke loose from his bonds. himself to be King of the Wild, with plenty ing his pen-knife at the harmless, inoffensive of the great snake but never enough to war- The exhausted policemen were in such a of easily-caught game and no work. animal. rant risking a_ shot. The solitude com- sound sleep that they did not wake up. Then. The coming of the criminal changed life menced to tell on him. The incident had snatching instinctively at one of the polic« for Wanoo. One day the king Python ven- ANOO was filled with rage against this greatly unnerved him. The criminal was con- men’s knives, Chooga hurled himself furiously tured near his favorite spot and was barely invader. His wound healed quickly tinually dreaming or imagining the snake’s on the sleeping men and killed them all be- able to crawl away with a bullet-hole through and he began to carefully watch the criminal. huge body contracting around him and squeez- fore they could properly wake up. Sane for his body. Nor was he the only one to suffer. He slyly haunted the edges of the clearing ing him to death. Sometimes he would get up a moment, the criminal stood there dazedly Chooga Fitz killed wantonly and recklessly. and soon discovered that Chooga Fitz’s only in the middle of the night and reach for his staring from his bloody hands to his dead He had plenty of time to invent devilish protection was his gun. One afternoon the gun, thinking that the king Python was victims. Then with a blood-curdling shriek and needless snares for the denizens of the king Python glided noiselessly towards the trying to break down the door. Chooga Fitz he dashed toward the black, sinister jungle. jungle. Once he trapped a Toucan, a bird dozing criminal. Something warned Chooga laid snares; he waited in ambush; but in Wanoo was waiting, coiled in a tree. As with an immense beak. Through mere spite Fitz and he leaped for his gun, but Wanoo vain, for Wanoo seemed possessed of an al- the murderer ran the king Python dropped and viciousness he cut off the birds beak and was gone before he could sufficiently control mdst uncanny caution and wariness. At the and encircled his body. The huge snake gave freed it, to starve slowly and horribly. An- his trembling arms to aim. least noise the murderer would start and One tremendous squeeze and then solemnly “ne > , , ie. j v Witz - , other time he snared a baby monkey, tied it Chooga Fitz began to watch more carefully turn around. He began to lose weight. He glided away. Punishment had overtaken the to the wall of his cabin, and practiced throw- and was able to catch momentary glimpses found he could not sleep soundly. The murderer. Wanoo was—still KING. XUM

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rE The Boy Scouts’ Magazine ‘i Scout Bill’s Sporting a Flyer Now “(YN time Bill” won that name because his Briggs-Stratton Motor Wheel aided him in keeping his appointments “on ey “There’s no moss growing on that young Scout” % folks said, and when Bill started an errand and light delivery business with his Motor Wheel he not only earned enough money to pay for the Motor Wheel but made a neat saving besides. time!” Then he bought a Briggs-Stratton Flyer, for Scout Bill knew a good thing when he saw it. He is proud of his Flyer and says it is the most wonderful little outfit a fellow ever had. He can speed ’er up on the open country roads, dash over the hills, or throttle ’er down to a walking pace for crowded traffic and he has all the rights to the road that any other motorist has. Scout Bill claims the Flyer’s ‘‘all class’’—husky as a bull dog and speedy as a grey hound. BRIGGS ~ STRATION MOTORWHEEL | : —4)"" |00 Miles Per Gallon You can pay for your Flyer as Scout Bill did with money earned by running errands, delivering light packages and taking small children to school, in fact you will become a mighty popular chap when you own a Flyer, for Mother, Dad or Sister will always enjoy the convenience of riding about town with you. We want you to know all about this Flyer. Just write on a postal card, ‘“‘I am a Scout—send me the B. L. Edition of your book ‘Motor Wheel and Flyer’.””. Then sign your name and address plainly— your postman will bring it to you promptly. BRIGGS-STRATTON MOTOR WHEEL BRIGGS & STRATTON COMPANY~MOTOR WHEEL DIVISION GENERAL OFFICES AND WORKS ~~ MILWAUKEE WISCONSIN

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IN) A The Jamboree t is very gratifying to find I so much enthusiasm throughout the field in our representation to the Inter- national Scout Jamboree at Olympia. At present writing it looks as if we were going to have the full number of two hundred scouts with us in London as well as many scout leaders. The Denver’ Local Council is planning to send a full scout band of sixty pieces which is going to be quite an ‘exhibition ” in itself, We have been asked to give some- thing in the way of historic pageant as one of the arena displays and we hope to be able to have something really significant and beautiful to offer along this line. Side trips and small tours in the vicinity of London will pre sumably be arranged for and we still hope to be able to se- cure a trip across the channel to the battlefields of France, An International Conference of Scout Officials will be held in connection with the Jam- beree from July 26-29. The Boy Scouts of America will be represented at this important conference by President Liv- ingstone, Vice-President Mor- timer L. Schiff, your Chief Scout Executive, and others, Work for Devastated France N accordance with the plan reported last month in Boys’ Lire for co-operation with the newly formed organization known as Les Eclaireurs de la France Devastée (Boy Scouts of Devasted France) it has been decided to give a two-months leave of absence for this purpose to Mr. Lorne W. Barclay, Director of the Educational Department. Mr. Barclay will go to France and help to organize the scout camps which are to aid in reconstruction service in the devasted regions, Boys’ Life Shows You the Way I ADVISE all Scout troops that are ambitious to have repre- sentatives at the Jamboree but are doubtful of their ability to obtain the required amount of money to read care- fully page 61 of this issue. They will find that the subscription department of Boys’ Lire has devised a means whereby any troop may raise the sum needed to send one of its members to the big show in London. To obtain the money in this way will mean hard work and concentrated effort on the part of each member of a troop, and only one member will benefit by actually attending the Jamboree. But if the right boy is selected he will bring back much of value and interest to his fellows and, perhaps, some honors to the troop. Moreover, none of the effort will be wasted because if less than the sum needed to pay the way of one scout to the Jamboree is obtained, none the less whatever is earned will be available for the troop for camping or some other scouting activity. Do not fail to see what the subscription department of Boys’ Lire has to offer you! Chief Sea Scout Off to Europe HE Chief Sea Scout, Mr. James A. Wilder, has left for Europe for a vacation and participation in international scout affairs. A message of greeting was sent him on board the Steamship ROMA in behalf of the Boy Scouts of America. One of Mr. Wilder’s last of- ficial acts before sailing was to direct the launching of the Seascout Ship MOHAWK at Schenectady in May, with due ceremonial. Camping Season Again | fated is the time for every 4 scout to get in all the outdoor life he can possibly manage. Long summer days are just the time to find out things you want to know about birds and trees and animals, just the time for long hikes, to make you “healthy, happy and _ wise,” just the time to go camping overnight, for week-ends and for a sure enough continuous week or month of real Scout- ing in a real scout camp. Don't lose out on this camp business. It is one of the most impertant features -of Scouting And by the way don’t forget that you will en joy your camp holiday just twice as much if you earn the money for it yourself either as an individual or as a troop. The things we put something into ourselves are the things we get something out of—that is a truth the world over. In order that the benefits of outdoor life may be offered all Boy Scouts with the as- surance of maximum result in physical, intellectual and The Macon, Ga., Scouts on Parade James E. West Macon, Ga., May 7 Boy Scouts of America, 200 Fifth Ave., New York, N. Y. One Thousand and Nine Scouts and their Officials in Con- ference at Macon pledge cooperation by assuming their share of the responsibility for the Promotion of the Scout Movement and = set as their Goal for Georgia 8000 Scouts by June 1, 1920 together = we will in Georgia. GEORGIA SCOUT RALLY = H. 0. Hunter Scout Executive, B. S. A. Macon Scout Rally City Hall, Macon, Georgia. National Council Staff join me in congratulating you and Scouts assembled with the hope that each may be led to accept a part of the responsibility of our determined effort to reach more boys during the year nineteen twenty. Hearty Greetings to All. JAMES E. WEST. Edited by James E. West Chief Scout Executive character development, permits for small camps will be granted by the National Camp Director only to registered troops not under local Council who will abide by the regula- tions and requirements as set down by the Department of Camping. Application must be made at least two weeks before mCcial Scouting Section of BOYS’ LIFE date for must be accompanied by copies proposed camp and of proposed program, menu, list of equipment, stating num- ber of boys, dates and leader. ship. This s eason, the Kanob. wahke Scout Camps, the great- est boys’ camps in the world, are better prepared than eyey before to accommodate some 2,000 boys per week, who wil! be fed at 18 different units. The Camp and their staffs of assistants are looking to every scout in the district to make it his bus- iness to spend two weeks at camp. mess Directors Camping is more than 4 group of people or a place, jt is an attitude of mind. Think it over! It is the rule of the National Council that no Boy Scout camp may be conducted wit)- out a competent adult leader in charge. For the instrue- tion of Camp Directors and boys who wish to become com- petent camp leaders the Na tional Camp Director and Chief Librarian recommend the Camp Director’s Five Foot Book Shelf which covers ex- haustively the important phases of the subject of camping. The Camp Directors Dozen are ree- ommended as a beginning in ac- cumulating the Five Foot Shelf, since few will care to purchase the full list of fifty at one time, The list, all obtainable from Supply Dept., B. 8S. of A., is as follows: “Scoutmasters’ Handbook,” Boy Scouts of America, “ Handbook for Boys,’ Boy Scouts of America, “Camping and Woodcraft,” two volumes, Horace Kephart, Macmillan, “Camping for Boys,” I, “Army Cooks Manual,” Document 564, “The Boy Scouts Book of Stories,” F. K. Mathiews, Ed., D. Appleton & Co. “Camp and Outing Activities,” Press. “First Aid for Boys,” Cole and Ernst, Appleton & Co. “At Home in the Water,’ G, H. Corsan, Association Press. “Merit Badge Pamphlets for Boy Scouts,” Boy Scouts ot America, “ Boy Scouts Song Book,” Boy Scouts of America, W. Gibson, Association Press. War Department. Cheley-Baker, Association Camp Program;-Milwaukee County Council Boy Scouts of Ametica Here is the summer camp program outlined by Mr. W. L. Davidson, Scout Executive of the Milwaukee County Coun- cil. In the city next to your own you will probably find sim- ilar lists and particulars by inquiry at the-Scout Headquarters. Get this information before deciding to camp elsewhere, June-Trek-Cart Hike to Madison (86 miles) in charge of A E. Cox, Scoutmaster. July-August—Camp Pershing, Wauwa- tona. Week-end Camp with log cabin for Ileadquarters. Leader in charge from Saturday noon to Sunday evening. July—tfour weeks voyage of Sea Scouts. Troop I, with 2 masted Schooner “ Dryad” to Mackinaw Island. A. M. Hoodorik, Skipper. August—Canoe hike of the Eagle Veteran Council through the Wisconsin Dells. July-Aug.—Central Camp, Indian Mound Res ervation. Capacity 120 Scouts. MP 2 Kansas City, Mo., Scouts hold a big “ Round-up” in local armory W. L. Davidson, Director. Can You Qualify As a Veteran? O not forget that if you have had five years’ serv- ice in the Boy Scouts of Amer- ica, and are a first class scout you are eligible to membership in the Veteran Scout Associa- tion. The Veteran Scout agrees to take as active a part in ‘Scouting as circumstances will permit and to continue to live up to the obligations of the Scout Oath and Law. Certificate of Service SCOUT in good standing, finding it necessary to sever his connections with the Movement, may, upon proper application, be granted a cer- tificate of service, showing that he has been a faithful scout and that he leaves the Organization with honorable discharge. But Do Not Leave if You Can Help It HERE -is every reason for Staying in the Movement. If you cannot attend meetings regularly you can become an Associate Scout. If you have moved away from scout cen- tres you can become a Pioneer Scout, or better still start (Continued on page 60) XUM

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LIFE S PD and COpieg Menu, num- eader. ‘anoh. ereat- vorid, ever SOme will mess Ctors onal ‘out q The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 37 As natural as paws Shoes that are light and springy and yet sturdy and strong These Keds are the most popular out- ing shoes the country over. This model also comes in white or brown or black. High outing shoe in brown or black or white. Light and springy. The same long wear that al! Keds are famous for. Fifty-three Factories ERE are shoes that can run almost as fast as a dog. So light and springy they seem like paws. Keds are the best shoes in the world for a regular full-speed-ahead boy. Notice the brown leather ankle patches and reinforcements and the rubber toe cap that matches. See how thick the waterproof rubber soles are. The canvas is extra thick and .durable. You can get them with the suction soles, for indoor use, or with smooth or corru- gated soles. The loose lining and the fibre inner soles make them cool in hot weather. They are just the shoes for tennis and golf, for hiking and canoeing, and for all games and sports. The oldest and largest Rubber Organization in the World Wear them all the time—in school time and vacation. Make them your regular everyday shoes. This is only one of the large Keds family. There are many other models for boys and others for men, women and children. Get your Keds before the other boys have taken them all. See the different models. See how sporty they look, how fine they feel. Look for the name Keds on the sole. Keds are made only by the United States Rubber Company—the oldest and largest rubber manufacturer in the world. Their years of experience and their tremendous resources make it pos- sible for them to make the very finest kind of shoes. Look at them today. Two Hundred and Thirty-five Branches

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Scouting Section of BOYS’ LIFE atriotismn 38 GT, / (jm o> = LAY PLAINS MAW SC oUF . HITE) = [HOO .. flea7@Q — Reswner, ee a is the month of the glorious Fourth! dians and live the Texas Jack, Rit ture-book men when the war was over and My. how my heart used to jump at the lives of Indians; Carson, the dash- the late Major-General Bell satisfied my ! tion of the Fourth of July and in my sometimes they ing yellow haired curiosity by telling me that these were the mind, I ean still smell the burnt powder and would come back General Custer, the same men who guided Custer, Miles, Crook see the smoldering ends of the firecrackers and their stories sinister and terri- and the others in the Indian compaigns, \ or, as we then called them, “shooting of the wilderness, ble but chivalrous few years ago I discovered one of the old crackers.” Did we know what we were cele of adventure, of Wild Bill Hitch- Scouts in the person of a trapper who lived rating? Yes, we DID! Every kid five the trail, of the cock, the gentle in a hut in the Chelan Mountains and he it vears old knew why w celebrated the big game hunting but firm Yellow- was who introduced me to Paddy Pack Rat, Fourth of July why, way back in the time and the warpath, stone Kelly, the of whom I will tell next month. when I innocently tried to set off my fire would send a poet Scout Jack erackers with the glowing tail of a light thrill down the Crawford, the HESE American Scouts are the men who bug, I knew what the Fourth meant, spines of the dashing pic- made the word ‘“‘scout”’ famous, these even though 1 did not know the nature of other boys and turesque Buffalo are the men who made the word “scout” firefly’s tail. young men and ‘Bill, or Colonel mean romance, these are the men who de Later, in 1884, when the papers an- cause them to be- _ Cody, the dearly lighted not only the American boys and the nounced that my “eyesight was destroyed come restless and , beloved Theodore English boys, but the boys of the whole but my life not dispaired of,” I knew what to seek the fron- > Roosevelt. All world! the Feurth meant. Incidentally, I also tier. Step by step followed the Chivalrous, brave, courteous, full of fun, ied what was meant by a sane and there grew up on trail blazed by happy, athletic and picturesque, the Ameri- si Fourth of July, but that’s a personal the border a dis- the earlier can Scout is going down in history, and he matter and we are now talking of national tinct type of men Scouts. George will last as long as literature lasts. In the affairs. known as Scouts, Washington wore times to come these Scouts will be ranked This is our patriotic number, commemo- or Buckskin Men. buckskin, Theo- with the other great heroes of the world, rating the day on which the Declaration of Nowhere else on _dore Roosevelt A It was the outdoor world that made our Independence Was signed, It-is a wonderful the face of the wore buckskin, Scouts fearless men, it was the freedom of thing that we Americans can today cele- globe did there ex- our good friend America that gave them their character, it brate the signing of the paper which for- ist a people im- Dr. Hornaday is Old Glory that is going to preserve these ever separated us from our Mother country bued with the “wore buckskin, qualities. Yes, Boy Scouts of America, you with hurrahs, cannons and fireworks, same idea of per- and in the Camp have an ancestry of which you should be speeches and the waving of flags. sonal freedom and fire Club of Amer proud. P Men and boys of today did not write at the same time ica a number of ; One morning at three o'clock I was _ rid- American history, neither did the people of encircled by mag- the members still ing with Governor Timothy Woodruff and the England write it, it was written by our an nificent forests, preserve with late Buffalo Jones, who were discussing what cestors and theirs. But Americans believe awe - inspiring reverence their I had been saying about the big outdoors and in the inspiration of American history, love mountains, and a old buckskin its effects upon men’s characters. I will clothes, the only explain that we were out that late, or that American history, and on Fourth of July we gage inhab- ( are going to throw up our hats and yell for ited by the highest yy really American early, because we had been speaking at three aM DWeCar cnn gare peak hree different banquets that night, and trying ou the Declaration of Independence. If any type of aborig- body here in this country does not like that ines; nowhere made. best to eat at all three dinners. At each of the sort of thing there is no force of arms or through the pages of history can there be ROM my earliest recollections the name banauets the theme was the Gukhoak world law compelling them to stay here and listen found a free people with such a stimulating, “scout ” was always connected with de Wi 7 Si a meas i. id) wulicdean . Gaan. . wonderful opportunity to develop the in- lightful surroundings of woods, mountains, lle we were riding in the subway Gover nor Woodruff turned suddenly to me and to us. of dividual along new, but natural lines, into forests and _ prairies. The little known . said, “I know what you mean by, the broad Now get this straight, there are none us oP Byes back on one Declaration of magnificent men suited to a magnificent con- Scouts of the Civil War times deeply im- : omer Independence, there are none of us going to tinent. Consequently, it is not strange that pressed the boys in our beleaguered city with ening effect of the outdoor life, rheodore go back on Old Glory, and none of us are this new country did produce a unique, and a sense of awe and admiration. When one Roosevelt and I started practically together going to go back on our old national heroes picturesque type of men, known as Scouts. of them would appear in his black silk vel in politics. He was an outdoor man and I or the history of the splendid American The thin buff line of deer-skin clad Pioneers vet uniform, gold stripes down his trouser was not, I am at the bottom of the political Scouts. first attracted attention in Virginia, in the legs, field officers shoulder straps, big yel ladder and he is up at the top, and I am middle of the seventeenth century, they were low buckskin gauntlets, broad-brimmed felt satisfied that if I had had his training in HE first people who came over here were developed under the leadership of such men hat unornamented with the usual brass in- the outdoor world we would still be running awful, terrible tenderfeet, they came near as Needham, Batts, Bland, Wood, Fallon and signias but adorned with a simple black and neck and neck.” starving to death in the woods which were others, who were men of education living in gold cord with acorn tips and a long sable All of you should go to the splendid filled with the most magnificent game in the stockaded plantations, that is, fortified farms sweeping ostrich plume, add to this rich uni- scout camp at Bear Mountain, or any of the world, they went hungry where there were on the borderland. form a tall lithe erect figure, long, blonde other scout camps, and whoop ‘er up for Old moose bigger than domestic oxen, where deer hair falling on the shoulder and you have Glory on the Fourth of July, and if you can’t roamed by the thousands, where caribou iy was from this race of deerskin-clad a most striking and _ picturesque figure. get away to the scout camps remember what traveled in great herds, where wild turkies Knights that our Boone, Kenton, Gist, These men were never attached to any regi Hon. Timothy Woodruff said, take week-end walked in the. woods, where quail and Clark, Washington and dear old Abe Lin- ment, but they were treated with great re- hikes and sleep in the open, keep outdoors roughed grouse by the thousands scratched coln sprang! It also produced the venture spect by all officers and men from the Com- all you can, houses were only meant to among the brown leaves and where the un- ‘Some Zebulon Pike, who discovered Pike's manding General down to the drummer boy. shelter you during storms and foul weather. derbrush was alive with small game. Added Peak; the long-haired Wetzel, whose black These Scouts appeared suddenly from no- Grow as big and handsome as Buffalo Bill, to this were rivers swarming with fish! Yet curls reached to the calves of his sturdy where and disappeared in as mysterious a grow as clean, gentle and manly as George the settlers starved because they did not legs; the fearless Lieutenant Doniphan, who, manner. I can even now seem to hear the Washington, grow as full of pep and energy know how to help themselves to the feast with a handful of ragged plainsmen, con jingle of their great spurs and the clang of as Theodore Roosevelt, grow as kindly and spread for them. quered the wild tribes and Mexicans on the their sabres as they dragged behind them broad as Abraham Lincoln: all of these men Our wilderness was a grim, severe school Pacifie Coast, over the brick pavements. were nothing but kids like you, but pure air, and like the Yukan sang to the first settlers: From the same source came the delightful, They were war Scouts—but it was not the a clean life and ambition to serve their na- “Send me men girt for the combat humorous, — dare-devil _ Davy Crockett, the war part that fascinated us or made us fol- tion, made them national characters, | Men who are arit to the core: , unique taciturn Deaf Smith of Texas, whose low these long-haired men at a_ respectful On my seventieth birthday, I promised to Swift as the panther in triumph; sense of smell was so highly developed that distance, it was because we knew them to live another seventy years so I'll be with Fierce as the bear in defeat ° it took the place of his sense of hearing, so be recruited from the plainsmen and moun- you watching you, watching your step, Sired of a bulldog parent, ’ that in him we have the strange phenomenon tain men of the West. Soldiers and fighting watching that you are going to be 100, 200, Btecied in the furnace heat. of a deaf Scout holding his own on the men were everywhere around us, the uni- yes, 1,000 per cent Americans, and if you Send me the beet of wour breeding border. : : form was more common than civilian dress: slip and back slide, I’ll be after you. Not Lend me your choosen ones: P From the same source came the it teresting but there were only a few of these Scouts of with a club but with words of encouragement Whom th Ff tahe igo) eh ae and mysterious Sam Houston of Texas, and distinguished appearance, a handful of to do better. The best way you can be Whew: aotll 3 aall wae sana ? all the other picturesque scout heroes - of them and we worshipped them as the boys patriotic is to live the life of a big, clean - Gite Mexico and Texas. From the distant West lately worshipped Buffalo Bill. War had American, stand by the Declaration of In- The settlers could not at first understand and the blue Pacific came the bold, grim, nothing to do with our interest and ad dependence and the Constitution of the the language of the wild; gradually, how- humorous and audacious Joe Meeks, the miration, but adventure and mystery had United States, till the earth crumbles be ever occasional young men and boys would squaw man who saved for us a big part of much to do with it. I had often won- neath your feet, and the mountains fall! break away from the settlements, join the In- the Pacific Coast; Fremont, Jim Bridges, dered what became of these delightful, pic- DAN. BEARD. XUM

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40 BOYS’ LIFE Suit HLUILULL QUnnuuuitiity ! ! TOUT OCCA OOLUELCLOOO CUUTOSOMUTUUOOOCCOOOOUUVTOTOUUUUUTUCOOILOOTUOUTPCHOOUOT TTC T TTT | pe “Ss FOR | ji im Morse Adventurer Boy Scouts = (Continued from page 27) and my wi HUE I I ST i LUAUUSUUUEUEN EATEN DO ee ee TUGTUTLD tions, pushed her into deeper water again. there was a swirl and a yell from Billi as the length of an enormous crocodile rose and they saw the blunt snout, the open jaws and cave back of the Karon village to light the Campers fuse of the dynamite the skipper had planted by night under the temple. Jim held his breath in horror at the thought of the hideous THE ONLY death that must follow, despite all they could the crooked tusks of the brute threaten before do, but Tomi laid his hand on the thwart of Billi vaulted over the gunwale and, with a GENUINE the canoe and, with his knife, calmly dis- mighty lash of its tail, the disappointed Cc V jointed the finger at the knuckle below the Saurian shot off. Here was another danger URVED tiny wound, sucked it awhile at the bleeding whenever they would have to help the launch PUTTEES stump and then held it for the skipper to over the shallows by which they were now treat with iodine. encircled. The fear of the mammoth reptiles MADE IN “Better I lose one finger thisaway than showed plainl. in the faces of the kanakas, : suppose I mat-te thataway,” he said non- “Over with ye!” ordered the skipper AMERICA , nl again. “Never mind the crocs. We're chalantly as he picked up the severed mem- ber that had fallen inboard. It had puffed IMPROVED fearfully and turned a hideous purple. Tomi WOLFE’S °s SPIRAL PUTTEES tossed it into the river as the rifles swept (Patented) vainly the cover on the cliffs. The volleys seemed to drive off the savages, for they went on unmolested and, at the next bend, "tween the devil an’ the deep sea. Come on.” He set the example himself by going over- Side as they once more grounded. Now they were in the last curve, and ahead of them for all outdoor sports wear. Made of elgg es ge Migs Pony a enancag for all outdoor sports w no te ot as a hump of rising land, barren of because they are CURVED. No pull- there were Billi and Afua above the fall, vegetation, that marked where the river ing necessary—just wind them easily shouting a welcome. straightened out and there the fire seemed —that's all Will not retard the cir- torhave halted. culation like the ordinary kind and | HE launch was in trim and they swiftly COST NO MORE. Write for name of eae — ad Afu: ‘ > F t e fo eo transferred. Jim noticed that Afua and HE last half mile out of that furnace nearest dealer, called for incredible pluck and effort. Clothes were charred, hair burned, skins wealed and all their strength reduced to the last exertion as they finally shot between the low bluffs and once more saw safe ty, an open channel unthreatened by flame. ‘We're through it, Jim.” called the skip- per from the wheel, a scorched and blackened skipper, with his one eye red from smoke and heat. “ Jim.” ‘There was no answer, and the skipper gave the little wheel to a native and stumbled his wife wore a complacent look and he MORRIS RASHKIS Inc asked the chief what pleased him. The an- > . swer cleared up a mystery. But it was Billi Sole Manufacturer who made it.” Afua merely smiled proudly. 77 Madison Ave. New York “That Afua,” said Billi. “ Night before we go, he go out along where those two dead Karon stop. Two heads he cut off those Karon, put in bundle. Two bodies he throw in water. When we come along this place Afua and Fatoa they steam those two head, they make skulls along those two head. They take um up to burial cave along that cliff. Put um with Fatoa people. Now over the men, lying exhausted on the thwarts, Fatoa people sleep plenty quiet. Afua he into the engine room. The machinery was Get out into the plenty happy. Everything jolly well all still beating on, but Jim lay on the floor alter yp ee ; : right, I tell you.” in a swoon. Beside him was the huddled ul sport on Amer- | “we at’s . _ we 7 7a T »? ivur 7 lak ’ : i Mi } f So that’s why he went along so amiable,” figure of Naka, who had crawled in there wht said the skipper. “ Wal, I’m glad he's sat- the Black Beauty. Write for Ay al isfied.” our catalog,select your model : eS “Five hundred miles to go, Jim,” he said, from our 40 styles and tell om |e a little later, when they were fairly started. us. het hee 2 ethan : To “JAN . : “We ought to log nigh to two hundred a wm pte ag ee ae . | day with the current if we don't git hung up. (or$5a month). Made at our 4 We ain't goin’ to stop a minnit if the engines own big factory. Wholesale 5 ‘ll hold up. An’ that’s yore job, my son. I direct price. : reckon there's oil an’ gas enough. Hop to it.” to be close to Jim. Billi, too, had succumbed to the awful atmosphere under the hood, and The Admiral lay like a bunch of wet feathers in a puddle of oil; as the skipper dragged Jim, the parrot opened its eyes and feebly squawked : “Never say die, bully boys ; never say die.” “You can jest bet we won’t,” cried the skipper, as they hauled out Jim, Billi, the 18 Wonderful Features ; Jim needed little urging. He and Billi split girl and The-Admirdal and dashed water over The Black Beauty is built of the day and night into alternate watches of four them. “Not by a jugful.” — pA Lh ' ; hours. Futu was already available as otter _ It did not take ‘very long to revive them in America. [ts equipment in- J sae and wiper for Jim's wat h and another of ; in thé comparatively cool air, hot though it cludes $10 Firestone Blue Non- the Manuwai's crew was impressed into sim- As if it had suddenly thrown off a dis- was, though not by comparison with what Skid A New 9 mye ilar service for Billi. It was hoc and tiring guise, the veil of mist had changed unmis- they had passed. de ank ouies Souham cans work as they swept down into the lowlands takably now to the smoke of a great con- “We got through, Jim,” said the skipper, are triple plated over copper to where the reeds margined the river for a mile flagration, rushing down on them from all bending over him. “Futu'’s got the engine. eves Fam, os. ca or more on either bank, but they stuck to it sides. They could hear the crackling of the Don’t worry. Doin’ well enough. We're out aes Sas, sate Bees, Gee and the engine ran like a watch, driving the dry reeds, mounting to a low roar. of the woods, an’ we didn’t have to chuck nickel and enamel finish - : a P P launch at eight knots until, on the third ‘“*Make her bump, Jim,” said the skipper, that gold overboard to lighten her after all. Repair Kit, Tool ~ 2 P : th as se and Stand Beallt metuing they bad -cnly © Ettle mere hes © and Jim could see anxiety written on his We're out of the woods.” —— naman acct- . hundred miles to go. face. ‘“‘ We're in a bad fix.” But they were not. A warning shout dentinsurance. Take advantage now . ° : : e f cur olor of the wonderful Black from Afua brought the skipper to his feet. nom maker to rider direc 1e “ 1g ‘ $ ¢ Get a prices. aaa I* was a muggy dawn with mists rising HE engine pulsed and throbbed, vibrat- r Tagg og aan penny nr te Mg cote Mad Lowest in the country from the river and crocodiles plunging ing the frame of the launch as Jim that tl jf kate ions w ag pear age ps ae ee Bees Send logily into the current as the launch swept coaxed it to its utmost with Billi usurping - : * & entions were not amicable. The Haverford Cycle Co. Catalo by. The sun rose like a red disc of copper, the place of Futu, nursing every part and aa” galvanized Jim back to activity Dept. 00 Philadelphia : = sending out a heat that became terrific as it bearing. And the fire raced towards them. we We'll ; “1 i In colors mounted. There was no air but the feeble The dense clouds were split with flame and shigper. a gg A yg ee be breeze of their own speed and that was as sparks were tossing, borne up by the y gy , Ress this gauntlet at top speed. It’s goin’ to be if it had come from an oven. On each bank draught. The heat became almost unbear- close, though,” he re “ Mustn’ the dry reeds, seeding, were motionless. ‘They able. They came to another curve, where iii age : anuceen d. Mustn't let em grapple us or we’re gone. They're too were all languid with the heat, from the the channel changed across the river. But, skipper down, wet with perspiration, but on the opposite side, the relentless fire ate cheered up by the hope of reaching the its way through the tindery reeds towards Papuan Gulf and an ocean breeze by evening. them. Still they sped on, though the air They came to where the Fly twisted like seemed to scorch their lungs and the paint a great letter S, its bed cut by one deep blistered. channel that swept close to the right hand “Thought those drums wasn’t soundin’ all shore, elsewhere ribbed with flats and bars the time for nothin’,” gasped the skipper. ‘*Looks like they got us this time, Jim. many of ’em. Rifle fire’ll never stop ‘em. Jim, come here. Futu, slow down. Billi, you take over the engine. “Now, Jim,” he went on, “the odds ain't what you might call encouragin’ an’ we got to discourage the odds. If they grip the gunnel of the launch we're gone. An’ they may try to block the channel with a canoe. and occasional pools. Ae a I I’m goin’ to steer. That crowd’s furious at The skipper wiped the sweat from his fore- tight at the finish. Too derned cowardly to S : c . head for ae henieetih time. scrap it out, so they figgered they’d burn us CUF gittin’ by the fire. Nothin’ to do but “ Don’t seeme as if this heat c’ud be regis- an’ prevent us gittin’ clear with the gal. wipe em out. There’s a few sticks of dyna- tered in a thermometer,” he said. ‘* Worst If they couldn’t have her no one should. mite left. | I ‘+r knew. Land's all hazy with it.” He Gosh, my beard’s singein’! gazed intently back of them. They had now “It’s no use,” he shouted, as a gust of Di grasped his meaning and rapidly cut entered upon the double curve. “ By Gum,” flame broke through the tall reeds and licked the greasy stuff into halves, while the he exclaimed, “I’m darned if that don’t out hungrily towards them. ‘*We got to skipper capped them and set short fuses. look more like smoke than haze. Eh, Afua?” strike the middle, mud or po mud. An’ we’ Into the fuses he stuck match ends for , The keen-eyed chief surveyed the direction got to keep goin’.” quicker ignition. : Dtheranks Boone Reg. Artillery Bugies in which the skipper pointed. Jim came out He steered the launch towards mid-river. “You do the throwin’, Jim,” he said. of the reguiar fel- Not @ toy, regular model en- | from under the engine-hood to awaken Billi The screw whirled in the shallow and still “You got to chuck ’em thick an’ fast. lows. Join the Drum and boy Sei S. Army Buglers for his watch, and he too looked back of they managed to slide over the greasy bottom, There’s a risk of bustin’ the launch if they or Bugle Corps. nd ’ . , “ Either instrument is them. The mist, that had hung like a veil thanks to the light draft of the boat. Brt explode too close. Can’t trust the kanakas — Any sh. close to the ground, seemed now to be lift- flakes and tufts of burning tinder were afloat to handle the stuff. You’ve done it afore. * 4,98 oOo ing, to be in motion, rolling. ne a = —_ them, falling on the boat and among I ny for to expose yoreself, ao. a lurid streak showed for a moment beneath it. the huddled crew, or dropping with a hiss “T won’t be any more exposed than you a ae “The reeds are on fire,” cried Afua. He into the water. Little fires broke out here at the wheel,” said Jim, gathering up his tions. Size 10 by 14 inches. twisted about and pointed in front of them. and there, and the skipper directed their put- bombs. Wonderful volume, Finished | Ahead more smoke was roling. And to the ting out while Jim toiled at the engine. Speed her up, Billi.” commanded the hogany.” American Shield in ae and left it mounted = — —— Fn struggled along in the midst of an —, “Sooner this 4 over ge a rs onside, Complete with of vermilion and orange reflected on 1e nferno. er. ne way or anodcher, le addec ci sticks and sling. 15.20 masses. Now there came to them the pungent Then the bows tilted and they glided out himself. Price. smell of burning grasses. upon a bank that ran athwart the stream. There were five canoes full of yelling sav- Order Directfrom this ad. indccitiacieil “No sun did that,” said the skipper. “Over with ye!” yelled the _ skipper ages, painted in the war fashion of the coast Se ee eer money back if you want it. “Right here is where the river almost dou- hoarsely. ‘‘ Over, every mother’s son of ye, tribes with daubs of black and red and Free descriptive pe, you want or write for bles on itself. If I remember right, the —— an’ — her across. We'll be baked alive pre a Jim _ Poe 3 ag a eae = nel’s allus close under one bank or another. if ye don’t.” pared to mount to the top o ne hood. e F. MILLARD COMPANY, INC. | We've run into a trap. Those reeds have bin Knee deep in slime, the kanakas toiled to would be a fine target there, but it gave him 308 AMELIA ST. PLYMOUTH, MICH. fired deliberate. Gosh, look at those flames push the launch over the mudbank. As they, the best throwing position. | rush !” half melting with heat and their own exer- (Continued on page 52) XUM

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XUM The Boy Scouts’ Magazine where he’s made his strike he loses every- thing!” “That’s it,” said Effie. ‘“ Now you know as well as I do why you mustn’t breathe a word to a living soul of what I’ve been try- ing to figure out. This camp would go wild if they really believed Bart’s ravings. In fact some folks are pricking up their ears already. And if any of ’em knew he'd made a strike and hadn’t filed it—well.” She raised her hands to emphasize what would be the consequences. Thinking deeply over what he had learned, the editor set out for his office. But, as he turned into the trail, his admiration for Effie Morrow interrupted his chain of thoughts. “ Wonderful girl, that,”” he mused. ‘*‘Came here a few weeks ago without a hundred dol- lars to her name. Went into debt for her shack, And now she’s serving a hundred meals a day. She'll be rich some time. But she oughtn’t to be alone nights in a tough camp like this, and it’s just as well she’s taken in Bart and the kid. They're better than no protection at all.” He had gone scarcely a_ stone’s throw, when, happening to glance backward, he caught sight of a man, who was turning into the willows behind Effie’s cabin. “Jim Mora!” exclaimed Joe. ‘ Toughest man in camp. What’s he doing round there, anyhow?” He pondered the matter for a moment, shook his head doubtfully, and continued his way to the newspaper Office. From the shelter of the willows Jim Mora, two-gun fighter and mining camp “bad man,” watched the editor pass out of sight. Then he proceeded to make a careful inspec- tion of the outside of Effie Morrow’s home. Very cautiously he peered in, first at one window, then at another; then stood for some time listening, straining his ears to catch any conversation that might be going on within. Late that night Bart McGlory awoke from a long sleep. “Terry!” he called. The boy stepped to the bedside. ‘“*T guess I must have been talkin’ a little wild on the trail today, hey, son?” said the old man. “ Went a little off in my head. But I'm all right now. That long sleep did the trick. Mind’s as clear as a bell.” ERRY studied his father’s face, and was convinced. There was no longer a sign of delirium in the clear, bright eyes, though they were still burning with fever. The Silver Prince (Continued from page 11) HUODEUTETETELATTAT TT “ See here, son,” said Bart. “I know what my condition is as well as anybody—better. And I shouldn’t wonder if I wasn’t going to pull through. I'm an old man, and I’m pretty sick—sicker than I’ve ever been in my life. If I should die I want that strike of mine to go to you, and you've got to keep mum about it. Don’t trust anybody—unless —yes, you can trust Effie Morrow. I know an honest girl when I see her, and I know she’s got sense enough to keep her mouth shut, too.” Reaching for his coat, he took out a piece of paper and a pencil, and, leaning over to the little table that stood beside the bed, be- gan to draw a rough diagram. “Now watch me,” he commanded. Terry followed the drawing as it slowly developed. “Here’s where we made camp,” said Bart feebly, his voice rising scarcely above a whisper. “And this is the way I went. Down into the valley this way, to this point, where there’s a ledge of rocks. From there turn south, following the ledge for three hundred feet or so. MHere are three pine trees growing out of the rocks. Climb the ledge when you get to them. Here, at the top, turn south again till you come to where the ledge breaks in two. Then down fifty feet, and here, at the bottom, is an old tree growing between two boulders. North thirty paces from that you'll come to the edge of my strike. Keep this paper sewn in your clothes—and never let anybody see it. It'll make you rich some day. But you're too young yet. Wait till you've grown a little older—and then go to it.” A scarcely perceptible sound at the win- dow suddenly turned Terry’s attention from the elaborate diagram. “What's that!” he cried, staring at the dark panes. As he looked the window was_ slowly raised, and Jim Mora’s face appeared in the opening. Instantly old Bart’s thin, trembling hand shot out and clutched the paper. He knew Mora and what sort of a man he was, and he realized, too, what he had come for. Holding a _ six-shooter very carefully, so that it covered old Bart, Mora climbed into the room. “I want that paper,” stepped toward the bed. At the same instant Terry sprang toward the table and brought his hand down upon the flameeof the candle, snuffing it out and putting the room into pitchy darkness, (To be continued in August Boys’ Lire) he said, as he r MTT TTT TTT TT TTT TTT Blount of Scarborough (Continued from page 9) E stepped swiftly into the hall and slammed the door behind him. The wait in the gym was a long one. In fact, nearly an hour passed before Shrimp, who kept his eyes glued to the window at the back, summoned the others with a sib- ilant whisper. “There he goes, fellows. Now be ready to slip out after him the minute he’s out of sight.” Promptly he led the way toward the door, the others close behind. They reached the corner of the building in time te see Blount’s square-shouldered figure disappearing amongst the trees, and in a minute or two they followed cautiously. HRIMP in particular was the acme of — caution. It was evident that, consciously or unconsciously, he was giving an exhibition of what he considered the proper attitude of a detective stalking his prey. He crept noiselessly across the open, lifting his feet rather high, like a prancing horse. His head was drawn down between his shoulders and thrust slightly forward; his shifting glance was cold, penetrating, baleful. Once Chub Pegram caught a glimpse of his face and clapping one pudgy hand over his own mouth, gave a suppressed snort of glee. Shrimp glared at him horribly, bring- ing the stout lad to the point of bursting, but they reached the edge of the woods with- out further Cisturbance. “He’s taken the old wood road that cuts through to Glennon’s farm.” whispered Beebe importantly. “Now you fellows just follow me and—— “We'll do nothing of the sort,” cut in Thurston in a low, irritable voice. ‘* Don’t you suppose anyone else has brains? We'll walk along together, and you cut out all those nonsensical airs, Shrimp, or there'll be trouble. Just remember you’re nothing but a Third Form kid, after all.” Amazed and angry, Beebe tried to argue in a stealthy whisper, but Phil was adamant. wuuunnuusaiitt mutt Finally, fearing to risk further delay, he gave in and the four went forward in a group. They moved cautiously at first to avoid crackling branches and rustling dead leaves. But presently it was plain that Blount him- self was making too much noise to hear any- thing behind him. He pushed straight ahead, walking rapidly as if heading for a certain goal, and as far as they could tell not once looking behind him. Presently the road swerved off to the right, but here Blount left it and struck into the woods toward the north. Evidently he was not going to Glennon’s farm or anywhere near it,and for the first time Thurston be- gan to take a dubious sort of interest in the expedition. Where could Blount be headed for? Though not intimately acquainted with this stretch of the woods, Phil knew that it extended for miles and was for the most part wild and unfrequented. It seemed a curious sort of region to choose for an ordinary ramble, particularly on a cloudy, threatening day like this one when rain might fall at any moment. In spite of his determination not to heed Beebe’s suspicions, Phil began to wonder with a touch of uneasiness whether there might not be something queer about these regular afternoon disappearances. this wise an hour passed and still the boy ahead showed no signs of slackening speed. By this time Pegram was flushed and puffing, and gave evidence by little snorts and contortions of his round face that he was wearying of the expedition. Presently he nudged Thurston. “How much longer are you going to fol- low him?” he whispered crossly. ‘I’m get- ting sick of this. 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We cannot place such a model before every reader of this partment of science. There are pees on the part of Mars to com- page, but we can do the next best thing, which is to present scientists, engineers, physicians and pcan. nt atin the oath A power- an enlarged photograph showing clearly every detail of con- surgeons, inventors and explorers. ful apparatus was arranged to pick struction, The picture reproduced herewith was life size, and It is probable that a considerable ngage als. On a certain night even when reduced remains wonderfully clear and distinct. It proportion of the twenty names up the signals. ma cert 5 shows how epee , cartel oe Piskis . selected will be chosen from these several expert wireless men with re- shows how the base of a model aeroplane may be constructed. lists Gabeore at their ears listened in for The model in this case carries two motors and two propellers. sts. the mysterious messages As the The construction may be recommended for its extreme light- i length of the wireless wave was in- ness and strength, The triangular frame is made entirely Farming by Electricity = a ; conan f bamboo strips. The two longer sides of the triangle are creased the range steadily grew. og : nger | ang t LECT . i ie u ee Stations in distant parts “a the formed of strips, one-quarter of an inch square. The base is ae pe » see poe St: s ‘ arts , . : a ) 2: mm rinds of Shel Miia, aed ‘ard and later formed as the picture shows of two strips of bamboo. These I Rb riba — United ‘States were heard and later 1 : zs chores on the farm. \ few years the great station across the Atlantic ™easure three-eighths of an inch by about one-eighth an ago electricity was only used in th ere: ‘ é ‘ : on > . : is ag lec - as y use e and in South America. Still later inch. The length of the base is determined by the size the country for lighting, Dut every day these dropped out but only silence propellers. It must be long enough to allow the propellers to finds some new application "Phere > 3 ? tur aving a space ‘twee > f half ¢ inc m8 “ts j ‘ . “ j followed. age tg beg mien se the m of about one-half an inch. are, for instance, more than thirty an —_ 2 — hy — ve oe in length. different kinds of farm machiners Bg es oOo > » » > » ry . . Lifting Oneself Aloft Pay 4 pore nee Png: — gen are : - — — being operated electrically. Grain N interestine scientific oo u é a e € nt, at one enc to 10ld the rubber is thrashed by electric machinery. A* gr ces pa aero ong: strands of the motor, These cost only a few cents, and can feed is ground, food for the live is involved in building a steel be bought and delivered by mail to any part of the country. stock is cut and mixed, hay is mast 300 feet in height. rhe erec- They can be made of tubing as described in another article, hoisted into the barns and even the tion of high powered, long distance but the home-made article will not work as well as the regu- clover is hulled in this way. The wireless telegraph stations has led lar article. The strips are bound together, it will be seen, one up-to-date churn is run by slates. to many interesting experiments in on either side of the sticks forming the two sides of the frame even the incubator is heat od and the such construction. To build such a 1 the le The r S " moo © l : and the axles. The parts should be glued together, and then chickens hatched out by the same mast on the ground and then raise it firmly bound by tieing and binding with silk or strong thread. mysterious power The farmer of to a perpendicular position would in- Toue » strs : wi rlue afte 1y , age z “ae . 0 8 ” per pe o species Tour h the strands w ith glue after they are wound. the future may find all the drudgery volve an immense amount of work. There are scores of different ways of constructing the base of farm work done away with and A common plan is to construct the of the model aeroplane frame and of mounting the propellers. instead of laboring for long hours mast of a series of hollow cylinders Every boy will have his own ideas on this subject after a lit- 11 ¥ can do the work quickly and well by about twenty feet in length. A steel tle experience in model building, and may very likely improve merely turning on a_ switcl We rod is fastened inside a cylinder from upon the model here described. This form has the advantage hear ‘a great eed a Bg about which is suspended a platform on of rendering it unnecessary to mortice the sticks and thus boys leaving the farm to ‘go te the which the workmen stand to fasten weaken them. ‘The model shown in the accompanying pho- city. The Government is ‘ates to teach farmers to use electricity and keep the boys at home.

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‘6 R. CAVE SCOUT. M Yes? “Who is your favorite American?” Well, that’s a good question. I was just thinking we ought to talk about American- ism in our confab this month and that’s as good a way to get at it as any. You know at the Tenth Annual meeting, when the leaders in Scouting came together in New York City from every section of the country for a two day council of Scouting, the Cave Scout noticed that the word most often used was ‘* American- ism.” And you know, fellows, they seemed to take it for granted that every Boy Scout is thor- oughly Americanized, they were so anxious to extend the Scout Movement. They said to each other, “If we can make every boy in America a scout this problem of Ameri- canization will be just about solved.” So they son why HURUNUI ULL “Our Country” Ths sas the main rea- UR country, generous Fatherland, want . < 0 Within whose far-extended boundaries Our native gifts of talent, our hopes, our inspirations, Have full play, to thee we owe a debt of gratitude So great that we can ne'er repay. For stately forests, Fertile plains, rugged mountains, sky-blue lakes And rushing streams; for priceless hours Spent in thy great, friendly out of doors Receiving with thy citizens of fur and wing thy Bounteous gifts of nature and thy pure, free air; For close communion at the dusk of day With kindred spirits round the glowing coals I'M BUSY OLD SCOUT SHOW IT TO ME NEXT MONTH that earth. shows his duties may come his way.” “T agree with the last speaker, Mr, Cave this country is the best country on He is proud to be a citizen of it and appreciation by doing whatever Scout, but it seems to me a real American goes farther than that. He believes his country to be the best on earth, but he be- lieves, also, that no country is perfect and that it is his duty to discover in what ways America can be improved and then to work like sixty to have those improvements made.” “Yes, it’s all right to say this is the country on earth, but a real American should be able to tell why that is true.” “All right, then, I'll tell you. Because Amer- ica has always led the world in all forms of progress — has set the standard in govern- ment, invention, pro- duction of wealth, stan- dards of living.” “Oh, so you think you're a real “

voted to raise half a Of dying fires, with heaven's fathomless void million dollars to give Above us and the Great Truth of the ages more boys a chance to Stirring ne ane — OME on now fel- get into this great out- Heritage of inspiration = of thy lows, if you can’t . Great sons who loved and serv door game.

With a passion pure, for Washington of noble get along without argu- ing I'll have to do the ée sut Cave Scout, Character and dauntless soul, for Lincoln who is your favorite Who, in his compassionate heart, bore all the talking myself. American ?” -—-— of thy ——. ——_ ot fl war; ‘‘Mr. Cave Scout, a Sh-h-h—we can’t go or the patient, brilliant intellects of Fulton, real American is no smashing through the — _—— eeaeigt renee Se Han whiner. When hard brush like that or we'll = knocks come along he scare him away. Be- sides some of us prob- ably wouldn’t know an Mastery of problems of great import and through Such mastery to add new richness to the lives of Men; for all the opportunities which thou so Freely givest us to share the privilege of learning, takes them in good hu- mor, profits by his ex- perience, grits his teeth American if we saw To train our minds to think and hands to do; and goes at things one, So maybe the For this great fact, that he who fails has none again, determined to y Beside himself to blame, for thy great State is best thing to do is to stalk him, Let's see now what is an American, Or let’s put it this way, what kind of a fellow is a genuine American, Come on boys, get in the game! “Well, Cave Scout, areal American is brave. He isn’t afraid of any kind of a prop- osition and if he be- lieves it is right he'll tackle it no matter what the odds may be against him. He doesn’t go around with a chip on his shoulder looking for trouble, but he won't give in to a bully and when he sees there is no other way, he'll fight like a wild cat. And he never knows when he’s licked. Remember in the war we've just had how the Germans said the Yanks didn’t know how to fight? They said soldiers were not supposed to capture machine guns by assault. But when the doughboys once got their fighting blood up they went after those machine gun nests through shells and shrap- nel, hail of bullets, gas and liquid fire and bombs and Their fellow-men. wiped ’em up with automatics, bayonets!” 6é ND say, Cave Scout, an American wants things fixed so there is a deal and a fair chance for every- body. He doesn’t want nor expect any spe- cial favors in the game of life. He has con- fidence enough in his own ability to win suc- cess without any extra boosts that cost him nothing. And if some other fellow attains greater success than he does he will be a good sport and say, Bully for you old man! Congratulations! ““\ real American, Square old Cave Man, has a tender, generous heart. The sorrows and suffering of others appeal strongly to his sympathy. He will do anything in his power to relieve distress—serve and sacrifice and give.” Fine! Say this is bully! The Cave Scout is having a vacation while you fellows do all the talking! Next! “Well, I think a real American believes So arranged that high and low and rich and poor Have equal opportunities to reach positions yielding Power, and strength of character and praise of men For worthy deeds, developing their talents with no Limit or restriction save only merit; for food, And clothing, shelter, home and friends; for the invaluable Boon of work, with that rich satisfaction Which can only come from doing each his part In all the varied tasks that each day brings; : All these and countless other blessings from thy Boundless store, we humbly do acknowledge, thanking thee! But let our thanks be more than empty words, For blessings such as these deserve rich recompense. Let us express our gratitude in worthy, useful lives, Remembering that they who richest live most freely serve And he who lives with service To mankind his guiding star, should know that he Is also serving thee, our Fatherland. DIWLUILUUAUNUGULUUA ALUN HUTT overcome his difficulties and win out in the end.” “Yes and a real American is a_ fellow you can bank on. His word means something. When he says he'll do a certain thing you can trust him to do it.” Well, we've taken a look at this real Ameri- can now from all sides and we haven't flushed him yet. Maybe now “ But Cave Scout, you have answered my question yet. Whois your favorite American?”

Say, there’s no chance of your losing a trail, is there, old timer! Well, to tell the truth I haven’t any favorite American, be- cause I don’t know of any one man who combines a greater number of the qualities we have been discussing than any other. But how does this strike you: take all the quali- ties of Americanism that Washington pos- sessed, add to them the qualities of Lincoln and finally those of Roosevelt and you’ll come pretty close to an ideal American, don’t you think? While you fellows were describing Ameri- cans did any of you notice how closely you were following the Scout Law? Just think back for a minute—brave, kind, helpful, loyal, cheerful, trustworthy—Scout qualities —American qualities. Come to think of it, it couldn’t help being so, could it? For our scout ideals are founded on the qualities of those rugged old pioneers who carved America out of a wilderness, and these same old sturdy, re- sourceful frontiersmen contributed to Amer- ica the qualities that have made our country unique among the nations. All Europe, in- deed all the world, has come to look upon Americans as fine, strong, rugged, honest, upstanding men. It is for us to help main- tain this standard. Say, those men at the National Council Meeting were on the right track when they said that Scouting work was Americanization work. No doubt about it! Well, so long till August. I'm going swimming. That’s good Americanism, too. THE Cave Scout.

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Toasted Marshmallows What would camp life be without the big campfire. with its merry crackle and its leaping flames? Songs and stories—they’re part of the fun. And when the flames die down and only the glowing embers are left, some more teal fun begins. Toasting Marshmallows! You bet it’s sport. And how tempting they look as they begin to brown and swell bigger and bigger until they’re toasted all the way through and just melt in your mouth. But every scout should know there’s a big difference in marshmallows. Get the Campfire brand, they’re always delicious. These Marshmallows have a better flavor because they are made of best materials and stay fresh in the carefully sealed Campfire carton. Better, whether toasted or eaten right out of the box. Buy them at your Camp store; and when you go on week-end hikes, get a supply from your dealer.

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44 Camping Days Are Here! You will get more fun out of your camping trips and hikes than ever before, if you take with you a “Wear- Ever” © Boy Scout Outfit Contains six pieces—just the kind of utensils you want and need when out in the open. Put up in a khaki case with an adjustable strap that you sling over your shoulder. Utensils are made from hard, thick sheet aluminum. Consult Boy Scout Supply De- partment or your sporting goods house—or write us today. The Aluminum Cooking Utensil Co. Dept. 32 New Kensington, Pa. In Canada‘*‘ Wear-Ever’’ utensils are made by Northern Aluminum Company, Limited, Toronto. Ontario, Canada. Write for circular, “‘ Wear-Ever’ and Outdoor Life” —Free Learn to play a man’s game now. No other game has the same fascination. Learn to play it while young — and play better and enjoy it more all your life. EASY TO LEARN WHILE YOUNG Just use the coupon below and we will send you our FREE new book for boys. It tells you how boys elsewhere are having a lot of fun playing the grand old “Ancient Game.” “MACGREGOR” Golf Clubs have been the standard of quality with Golfers for over re. twenty years. McGregor & Canby Co., THE CRAWFORD, MCGREGOR & CANBY CO, DAYTON, OHIO and booklet Name Street a State THIS IS THE LIFE To camp in the open, hunt, fish, learn boys the secrets of woodcraft; develop body and mind You can make sure of the greatest enjoyment from your camp if you use our superior TENTS and CAMP EQUIPMENT Our catalogue is a complete camper’s guide. Send for it; it’s free. that’s the way to Ask for catalogue 616 Gro-B-Carrenter & Co. Tent makers for eighty years 430 No. Wells St. Chicago, Ills. Dept 8 ~=Dayton, Ohio Please send free information “How Boys Can Enjoy Golf” uu m little ceremony in the smoke and flickering fire light of the Indian keva will live long in the memory of every scout there. A T Old Town, San Diego, we stopped at Ramona’s marriage place, a low adobe building surrounding a patio and A Bike Hike to Mexico _ (Continucd from page 30) TUN MUUUUUUNANANSEEEUUUUUOOOELGANNR AOU LAL ANUEEEEUUALUNG HAGUE San Juan Capistrano River, then turned in- land toward the Mission San Juan Capis- trano. HE history of the old missions of Cali- romance, fornia is full of charm and overshadowed by giant palm trees, and listened to an illustrated talk on the Missions and early California history. From here to La Jolla we encountered a strong wind and a light rain, but what good scout can’t face the elements with a cheerful smile? After eating lunch near the sea caves of La Jolla, picturesque we rode to the Scripps’ Biological Station, some of the where the curator told us wonderful facts about the creatures sea and showed us through ,the aquarium. A beautiful ride it was along the coast; picture to yourself acres of golden poppies growing along the top of the cliffs, and be- low the ocean beating in fine white spray against the rocks. Then add fields of yellow daisies and masses of shooting stars, wild morning glories, brodiaeas and yellow wall wild of flowers have a ride. growing in little idea No wonder profusion, and you the beauty of that we made forty-six miles that day without getting noticeably tired. Still, we will have to admit that no great amount of trouble was experienced in en- forcing the strict rule for silence after taps that night. At Oceanside we had another example of the friendliness of one group of scouts to an- other. The scoutmaster met us at the hotel and announced that an extra dessert of ice cream would be provided by the Oceanside Boy Scouts. After supper as the sky looked ready to let us in for an impromptu shower bath that night, we decided to abandon our camp on the beach and accept the hospitality of the scoutmaster, who kindly provided us with a large bean storehouse to camp in. Reveille was greeted with groans at five o'clock the next morning, but once on our way we found the road along the ocean even lovelier than before. We had lunch at the Winen a Tree’s a Tree just hear their breathing, gives a fellow a creepy, crawly feeling as of snakes. HEN Johnnie looked about, all he could W see was here and there the outline of a ghostly tree against the fast darkening sky. All below was the blackness of the tomb. “ Gee, whillikens!” he exploded at length. ‘Let's git out o’ dis.” “ Me, too,” added Jack with energy. getting the jimjams.” “ All right, but it’s a shame to leave hungry school of fish,’ said Bill. ‘Leave any?” echoed Johnnie, move without shovin’ fish with me got all I want.” “Which way do we steer?” when they had cast loose. “Just leave it to me,” said Bill con- fidently; “haven't you read in books how some fellows have a strange sense of direc- tion even in the dark? I'm one like that. I can smell the points of the compass.” Johnnie took several loud sniffs. “ Pretty fishy, Bill, pretty fishy,” he pro- nounced. “Tm this “TIT can’t feet. I asked Jack “Think I’m lying?” demanded Bill in some heat. “OO” course not!” replied Johnnie. “I meant this tubful o’ fish was fishy.” “*You're so bright, we ought to be able to see land,” snapped Bill. “Omit the clever remarks and get us to camp,” suggested Jack. Perhaps Bill was gifted: but he did not know every dead tree in the inlet. Before they had traveled a hundred feet, they had bumped into six stumps. His companions A hundred and bicycles in four days! seventy-four miles on our and Father O'Sullivan, who lives at the mis- sion, brought it very vividly before us in his talk. We spent a very happy hour wan- dering among the picturesque ruins and im- agining the scenes of a hundred years and more ago. Over this rough red flagging, on which the sunlight falls through the grace- ful arches, once walked the brown-robed Franciscan fathers who came across the seas from Spain to take up this work among the Indians. And in this chapel the great stone dome, shaken by the earthquake roofless of 1812, fell on a large congregation of In- dian neophytes, crushing to death some forty of them. Swifts are nesting now in the cracks of the crumbling stone walls. Some miles inland we were bewildered to see an ocean suddenly appear in a field, and then move forward as we moved, as no self- respecting ocean would think of doing, We finally decided that we were looking at a (Continued from page 21) began to twit poor Bill, he lost his nerve, and with it his confidence. Within ten minutes he had lost all sense of direction, though he would not admit it. sSecause of the rain there were no stars out. The pro- file of the surrounding hills had no dis- tinctive features in the haze, Had there been no trees, he might have pursued a direct course; had there been light enough to see from one tree-trunk to the next, he could have at least followed a straight line and reached the shore at some point. But for three hours in a chill drizzle Johnnie and Jack bumped the heavy boat about from stump to stump. “Oh boy!” groaned weary Johnnie, ‘“ may- be dere’s ‘leven trees in dis whole yard what we haven't hit, but dere ain't a dozen.” HEN they thought they had found land. It proved to be a mere knoll protruding above the waste of waters, They were chilled, depressed, discouraged. Johnnie and Jack were dog-tired and angry with Bill for his boasted “sense of direction.” ““What did you say about killin’ two birds with one stone-boat?” twitted Johnnie. “ I’m most a dead bird now.” Most dispiriting was ness of the dead forest: the uncanny weird- stark naked shapes thrown in fantastic relief against the faint light of the weeping sky. Most horrible shapes these took on, of goblins and evil over one’s head; yet surrounding hills, all monsters towering far below the profile of the was mysterious, dank blackness. It was fully two hours later that Jack put out an oar and discovered America, BOYS’ LIFE ehh S ih very persistant and most interesting Mirage Our early morning start was voted a great success, as our day’s ride of fifty-six miles ended at Santa Ana at four P. M. No such distance could have been covered, however if it had not been for the perfectly smooth concrete boulevards we had all the way. Several boys who had their wheels dolled up with double forks double bars, headlights, batteries, ete. envied the scouts with light stripped wheels on this long ride, After the tasks of eating dinner anq oiling up our bicycles had both been attended to, we made camp at the edge of the town in a beautiful eucalyptus grove beside a stream, and our camptire program was full of interest. The concluding miles of our trip were taken the next day through typical South ern California scenery. The smooth paved boulevard was bounded by lemon and orange ‘groves with golden balls of fruit hanging temptingly near. These, in turn, gave place to vineyards, fruit orcnards, and low rolling hills in their spring covering of fresh green. Los Angeles again! We had covered a hundred and = seventy-four miles on our bicycles in four days, averaging seven miles per hour. The bedding was carried in a number of ways: doughnut rolls over the shoulder, tied onto the handle bars, wrapped about the horizontal bar, and carried in a rack over the back wheel. This last method proved the best. It would add greatly to the trip, however, if an additional auto truck could be secured to take care of all this luggage. The representative from the office who met us at the place of disbanding found an en- ergetic group of Boy Scouts, every one as hard as nails and even more enthusiastic than the day he started. Three rousing cheers for the trip leaders, eats, and other things appreciated, and every boy was off to his respective home chuck full of things to talk about. Worth while? Well, I guess! “Tlere’s where I git off the trolley,” de- clared Johnnie emphatically, when assured that they had indeed struck land. “ And I never want to see another drownded tree as long as I live.” He shuffled his feet through the slippery mess of fish in the bottom of the boat and hopped ashore. While the others pulled the skiff's nose up on the beach of small stones, the red-headed camper walked inland, using his fishing-pole—minus the bob—for a feeler in preference to his nose, Five minutes later he let out a shout of delight. “Come on, fellers, foller my voice. Here's a tree what JS a tree!” “Keep shouting,” directed Bil. “Tt’s hollow inside—regular jim-dandy room!” Johnnie explained as the other two felt their way toward him, “A syeamore, for sure,’ declared Bill. “'They’re often hollow. And it’s a whooping big one, too,” he admitted as he felt around inside. “Bully!” cried Jack. “Big enough for us all to crawl in.” There’s no use trying to find camp in dark,” confessed Bill; ‘ you fellows got all rattled, or else—” Never mind explainin’, Bill,” interrupted Johnnie. “I ain’t got a nose to smell north; but I’m jist beginnin’ to think maybe I got a nose to smell out a nice, live tree—Gee! I hope this ain't a dead one, too!” “No,” assured Bill, “It’s alive, all right, and we couldn't ask for a cozier shelter.” (Concluded on page 63) the me BATTINIUILILLUE LULL Lutes Wi ha he he alt ale Tl po fo ra wi XUM

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lirage reat Ihiles > Such Wever, mooth ll the their forks, , ete, ipped rand been the ltiful (UM The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 1M! ! TUTTLE ULE HLT >UNNAANNVUNULLONSAUTUENANNRE SUNTAN But this did not suit the fat boy at all. With the increasing cloudiness, the woods had taken On a gloomy, desolate look which pe found far from pleasant. Also, though he would never have confessed it, he was not altogether sure he could find his way back alone. He cast a reproachful glance at Thurston and with lips pursed in a childish pout, plodded on behind the others. he was even sorrier Twenty minutes later for himself, when they descended into a wide ravine through which ran a brook. The water had overflowed its banks turning the whole lowland into a spongy marsh that was unusually hard to cross. Thurston took the tussock, or lead, leaping from tussock to finding momentary foothold on the exposed roots of trees. But even with his skill and activity his shoes were quickly soaked and mudstained, and Chub Pegram had not taken three steps before he slipped and went in ankle deep. Furious, he pulled his foot out and cling- ing to a tree, stared in dismay at his mud- caked shoe. This was the extreme limit! He would leave the others at once and start pack alone. He even turned to execute this plan, but something in the silent, spooky at- mospheré of the lonely woods smote him sud- denly. He glanced back and his companions seemed miles ahead. With a grunt that was almost a whimper, he plunged recklessly after them, slipping, sliding, slopping in ooze, panic-stricken at the narrowness of the log on which he had to the stream, but heedless of everything save the overwhelming fear of being left behind. Gasping with mingled weariness and relief he finally caught them up on the edge of a thick growth of pine. His thankfulness was so great that for an instant he scarcely realized that they had halted. Then, in a hoarse whisper, he inquired the cause. “He’s gone,” explained “We can’t see or hear him.” Shrimp Beebe’s small, keen torted with irritation and disappointment. “If only you'd let me——” he began. gut ‘Thurston cut him short. Rot!” he said curtly. “ You’d have done no better than the rest of us. Of course we can’t hear him on these thick needles. He must have gone straight on, though, for he’s’ been heading in this direction nearly all the way. Come ahead; we're wasting time.” He strode forward briskly and the others followed him into the gloomy shadows of the pines. They moved noiselessly, skirting great trunks, peering eagerly ahead or glancing in- quisitively from side to side. Then all at once Thurston halted suddenly and made a quick gesture of caution. P igre ’ beyond a lay a clearing cross Driscoll shortly. face was con- final sereen of trees there with the dark bulk of a building looming indistinctly through the feathery branches. Phil stared at it in per- plexity mingled with a growing apprehension. What on earth was a building doing here in this lonely place? And what was Blount Disturbed, distressed, he stood there inde- cisive for a moment or two. Shrimp could not be right; it was incredible. There must be some other explanation of Blount’s presence here. Frowning, Phil shifted his position a little and of a sudden, through a rift in the foliage, he caught sight of a slim, nn The Lariat (Continued from page 17) him all Sandy, that had carried that long ways. A soft-hearted cuss, even though he was a quitter. But losin’ that horse was a good thing, in one way, for our food was just about gone. We skinned the body, cut it into strips, and, when day- light come, started off carryin’ enough jerked horse meat to last for a week. A couple o’ days later Rufe shot a wolf, and that was a heap sight better than the horse meat. We didn’t do no more worryin’ for a while about food, but it looked more'’n ever as if we was goin’ to die from thirst. “One night, after we’d seen some Indian tracks, we chose a place to sleep against the wall of a ledge, where we wasn’t likely to be Surprised, and we left my horse down below in the gulch. For an hour or so Sandy kept us awake with his whinin’ about turnin’ back. That was just about all he seemed to think of all day and all night. I reckon the desert and the sufferin’ we'd been through had turned his head a little, for he was lookin’ mighty queer, and there was a wild glitter in his eyes. We had to get up and cuss him good *fore he’d give us a rest. poor, dyin’ beast and we got up, rubbin’ *‘ Where’s and 66 YRNIN’ come, the dry sand out of our eyes. Sandy?’ says Rufe. We looked around, LLUUSLEINOL EEL EA ONE EL EOE EEL Blount of Scarborough (Continued from page 41) Z HOTEUASAL ONIN well-built figure moving along the rear of the building. In an instant his mind was made up. “You fellows stay here while I take a look around,” he whispered. ‘‘We can’t all go out there at once. If the coast is clear, I'll whistle ; if not, I’ll come back.” Without waiting for the protest he knew was trembling on Beebe’s lips, he stepped around the big pine in front of him and, stooping a little, crept silently forward. He reached the edge of the clearing just as the figure he had glimpsed disappeared around the further corner. At the same time he building must be a barn, weatherbeaten, ram- ruinous and deserted realized that the for beyond it lay an old, shackle dwelling house, looking. The discovery of that fresh pang to Thurston. It exactly the sort of place where counter- feiters or any other criminals could work unhindered and undiscovered. And here was Rick Blount, walking calmly up to it as if to some familiar rendevous. house brought a seemed to him N that instant the scales fell from Phil Thurston's eyes and for the first time he realized fully and completely the character and strength of his feeling for the boy he had tried to hate. Of a sudden the possi- bility that Blount could be what Shrimp Beebe thought him became as intolerable as keen physical pain. Phil told himself that it could not be true, and yet down in his heart a nagging little daunt urged him forward like a lash. He must find out the truth— instantly. And so, though there mingled with his impatience a fear of what he might be getting into, he did not hesitate to slip into the shadow of the old barn and hurry along the building to the corner. As he paused there for an instant, sum- a twig cracked close to him. Blount must be returning. Phil tried desperately to think what he should say when they met face to face, and then, draw- ing a long breath, he stepped resolutely into the open. The breath ended in a startled gasp and the boy’s heart leaped, sending the blood racing through his veins. An utter stranger stood before him—a man thirty od, slim but strongly built, with a curiously hard face and a pair of cold, penetrating gray eyes. There was an expression in those eyes which frightened Thurston. Suddenly he wanted to turn tail and run, and yet his feet seemed rooted to the ground, “Well, what are you doing manded the stranger harshly. Thurston hesitated, “a I was ——taking a walk,” he stammered; —and saw the house—and wondered—— “Taking a walk here——alone?” snapped the other, his eyes narrowing. “I don’t be- lieve it. You come along with me.” He thrust out a hand and gripped Thurs- moning his courage, here?” de- just “and ton by one arm with a force that made the boy wince. There was a look of cold, mur- derous fury in his eyes which drained the color from Phil’s face and made him shiver. Before he could recover his scattered wits, he was being dragged irresistibly toward a sag- ging porch which ran along the front of the old gray house, (To be Concluded in August Boys’ Lire) UULLOUU EULA ONM TET : Su NTTENOOONNATNNNTENNAANNNA ETT iL OUUNAUGGUUUCUNAEOOAAU ELAN EUOATUTENAAEOAYT EATEN EAA AT ESTA there was only the three of us against that ledge, Rufe and Aleck and me. Then we took a look down into the gulch, and we seen that my horse was gone. ““*He’s quit us,’ says Rufe. stole your horse, Mac—the derned cur!’ “ That’s stole my other for a ‘Quit and yaller what he’d done—left us and horse. We stood starin’ at each minute, sort of bewildered, but there was a look in the eyes of each one of us, I reckon, that didn’t bode no good to Sandy Rowan if we ever got hands on him. “* Killin’s too good for a man like him,’ I says, ‘ but I'll kill him if I ever meet him.’ And Rufe and Aleck swears they’ll do the same. When men’s throats are dried up with thirst and they’re half dead they see red when they’re crossed. The desert was swim- min’ round me, and my head wa'‘n’t any too clear, but there was one notion inside of it that was clear enough, which was to kill Sandy Rowan. “We'll follow him can’t have got far, an’ as that old, played-out horse o’ yours.’ “«That’s just what we'll do,’ Aleck agrees. ‘ Horse stealin’s a_hangin’ crime back in .the country Maé and me comes from, and we got (Concluded on page 47) up,’ says Rufe. ‘He we can travel as fast Father Will Show You How To Handle Your Rifle OU see—this is the way to take down your rifle, remove the breech block and clean the barrel from the rear end, the only proper way. Be sure and clean the barrel every time you re through shooting. Here's another thing I want your rifle to teach you—respect the rights of others. Don't shoot indiscriminately. Make every shot help you be a better marksman. Be a good sport, win or lose, in the competitions with other boys at school or in your rifle club. 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SULLALLUDNL EAA a _, Bod right to kill the erittur.’ *We can’t hang him,’ I says, ‘cause we got nothin’ to hang him with, and we can’t shoot him ’cause our powder's all gone, but we'll kill him somehow.’ “We went skirmishin’ round to find out what else Sandy’d took with him, fearin’ the jerked meat was all gone and that he’d left us to starve. A crittur that would steal a horse would do as much as that. But this one hadn't. He’d took only a little bit o’ the food—less’n his share. It was gettin’ home that was all he was pinin’ for. There wa’n't no spite in him, an’ I reckon he’d wanted to give us a chance. He’d been gettin’ pretty weak to walk, and he musta’ wanted that horse o’ mine just to carry him. But that wa'n’t what we wanted it for. We'd been countin’ on it for food. When our jerk was gone that horse woulda’ saved us. ‘Fore long Rufe, who’d gone down into the gully, gives a_ yell. Lookin’ down we seen he’d picked up the lariat, the same old lariat that had held our raft together. Dry as a bone it was, after draggin’ along through the sand all those miles behind us, but stronger than any rope ever made. ‘ Hangin’s the only proper way to finish a horse thief,’ says Rufe, ‘and we can hang Sandy Rowan now all right. If we can’t find a tree we'll swing him offen a ledge, but he’s goin’ to swing at the end o’ this rawhide if I foller him a thousand miles.’ “So we turns back at last. Not that we wasn’t countin’ on headin’ west again, but we was goin’ to get Sandy Rowan first.” Tuck Simms looked at the man who lay sleeping. So they did get Sandy Rowan, he thought, and this gaunt wreck of a man on the blanket must be Rufe Grover. 6é took up the crittur’s trail,’ Mac WY veat on, ‘‘and we stuck to it like hbloodhounds. And like bloodhounds'§ our tongues was hangin’ out with thirst many a time. More’n oncet when we made up our minds we was done for, we'd find a little pool of warm water in the rocks, just enough to keep us alive a few hours more, and we went staggerin’ on, our hate for Sandy Rowan ‘bout all that kept our courage goin’, Sur- prisin’ thing how hate can put a little more life into men that’s as good as dead. “Dazed and a little off in our heads a good part o’ that time we was, I reckon, but we didn’t forget to keep the lariat along. Oncet in a long time from some high place we'd get a sight of Rowan, miles and miles off, ridin’ slow, the old horse kickin’ up the alkali dust. We hoped he was sufferin’ from thirst, like we was. I was wishin’ that when we got to him we'd find him half mad for lack of a drink, and that we'd have our can- teens full to show to him and to pull away when he reached for ’em. I wanted to watch him reachin’ for that water with his tongue hangin’ out, and@ the three of us laughin’ at him. Surprisin’ thing how hate can get hold of a man and make ‘a devil out of him. “So the days went by, till we felt sure Sandy couldn't keep goin’ much longer. We'd have dropped in our tracks ourselves long be- fore if it hadn’t been for our longin’ to get our hands on him and to see him die. When- ever we got a sight of him way off on the desert my fingers would go to the lariat, wound round my wrist, and I’d feel of it and get to gloatin’ over how he’d look at the end of it. And whenever I’d get to feelin’ I couldn’t move another step nohow, I'd finger that old strip o’ rawhide, and it would put new life into me. Yeah. I know now that I’d be lyin’ out on the desert to-night with the wolves pickin’ at me if it hadn’t been for that old lariat. “By an’ bye our food give out, and we had to starve as well as thirst. For a whole day we went without a mouthful to eat and no more’n a few drops to drink. And then Rufe killed a crow with a stone. We ate it— ate it raw, for we couldn’t wait to cook it. It was better than nothin’. It kept us alive a little longer. 3ut I'll have to be dyin’ 0’ hunger again before I'll ever touch another mouthful of that kind of bird. Then we found some rose seed buds, and they kept us goin’ a while. But it looked as if we couldn't hold out much more. We was gettin’ that weak that it was all we could do to drag our feet along. ‘And then one day we found him. Yeah, we found Sandy Rowan, the man we'd starved and thirsted to get over all those miles of desert. The horse was gone—dead. somewheres far back, we figured—and Sandy was lyin’ on his back, his eyes closed, and mighty nigh to bein’ dead himself. “When I looked at him lyin’ there my legs began to give under me, and I shook all over, I'd figured so long on gettin’ him, and T’d been gloatin’ over it so long that it seemed as if it couldn’t be true. But there he was, lyin’ there, Sandy Rowan all right, even though he was no more’n half alive. Yet he wasn’t much worse off than we was, and there wasn’t more’n half a chance that any.

TH UTTTUATTTUTTTLLTLG ace HTL WN of us would be livin’ more’n a day or two longer. “The three of us stood just starin’ at him —just starin’ without cayin’ a word, as if we was seein’ somethin’ in a dream. We'd none of us been very clear in our heads for a long time, and it was sorter hard to make up our minds that we wasn’t just imaginin’ we was lookin’ at him. “Then Rufe steps up to him, and drops down on his hands and knees, and peers out of his weak, sunburned eyes at somethin’ in Rowan’s hand. He takes hold o’ the thing and brings it to us. It was nothin’ but the picture of a little girl, with the words ‘Tv Daddy’ scrawled under it. Yeah. That was all it was. But it was enough to set the three of us cryin’ like babies. We was that weak that it didn’t take much to make us cry. We'd been thinkin’ of our own families a lot out there on the desert, and all of a sudden we began to understand how a man could turn horse thief and desert his friends to get back home when he had a thing like that in his pocket. “**Where’s the lariat?’ asks Rufe. I hadn’t been fingerin’ the thing none while I stood there. I'd forgot all about that strip 0’ rawhide. But I grabbed it with a growl when I heard Rufe speak. “*We ain’t goin’ to string him up,’ I says. ‘Not now. I’ve changed my mind. I reckon I got some glimmerin’ now of why he quit us. ***No,’ says Rufe. string him up. ‘We're not goin’ to We're goin’ to save him if we can. We got to save him. Since I got a look at that there pi’ture I can’t stand thinkin’ of leavin’ him out here to die. That little girl’s waitin’ for him somewheres, and we got to save him somehow.’ “*What's the lariat got to do with it?’ I says. “Rufe scratched his head for a minute. Then he answers, ‘I got a sudden notion into my head. Gimme the lariat.’ So I give it to him, wonderin’ and watchin’? what be was goin’ to do with it. “There was a little water in the can- teens, just enough to keep us goin’ another day, and he took it, and poured it all to- gether, except a little bit for a few drinks. There was water in Rowan’s can, too, but he hadn't a morsel of food with him, so we knew he must be starvin’ to death instead of thirstin’. “ Rufe started a fire, and he put the water over it to boil. Then he begaa to cut up the lariat. He dropped the pieces into the water, and he boiled ’em. When he got through he had a mess o’ stuff like jelly, as fine a food as a starvin’ man could ask for. “And it saved Sandy Rowan’s life, that old lariat did. Saved his life, and saved Aleck’s life, and saved mine. The thing that we'd meant to kill Rowan with saved us all—all exceptin’ Rufe Grover. When he got through with the job, and he saw Sandy eettin’ better he fell all in a heap. He'd just been livin’ on hate for days, and he hadn’t no more strength left now to keep him up. Rufe’s out there in the desert to- night, what’s left of him.” The man stared out into the west with dulled eyes and lapsed into silence. Aleck dragged himself to his feet, and went to the man who lay on the blanket. “I reckon we'll pull Sandy Rowan through yet,’ he said, as he watched the sleeping man’s hag- gard face.

UCK’S fingers stole to his lariat. . . . It seemed to him that the thing had a curse on it, and, with a sudden impulse, he threw it far off into the dark. Then he stepped over to Job Danby. ‘‘ Job,’’ he said, “ we're out in a bad country, where quarrellin’ is easy. But we got to be friends, you and me. Let’s make up.” |The Head Hunters (Concluded from page 13) “Yes, indeed.” They took him to the river. “Real scouts, eh? Pon my word you've made a very fine job. But the sooner you get aboard that raft, I should say, the better.” He watched them pile their stores on. Then, as they said good bye and thanked him, he put a question. “Where did you say you were going?” “ Kilindini! ” “Indeed! Now that’s interesting. That's my regular station. Going to be there long? :” ‘A month anyway, at the very least.’ ‘“*Oh! J’ll be back there before then. Come and see me. My name’s Prentiss. Easy to find the mission hut. Anyone’ll point it out.” “We'll find it all right,” they promised him. Under his smiling eye, the stream, they floated out in

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XUM The Boy Scouts’ Magazine | TU Lemmy Breaks the Jam (Continued from page 15) wi EE EEL Wt 1 HT experience in being nearly drowned taught him the stream could also be an enemy. It would be foolhardy to try to shoot the leap- ing rapids on either side of Roaring Rock. The natural, straight channel lay through the cleft in the rock, and this was blocked with logs. If he swerved to either side his canoe would be dashed against the jagged poulders, over which the water foamed and fumed in a wide sweep of angry water. The jam made a sizeable island in the middle of the stream. Urged by the swift current the logs were piled high at the down-stream Teer got to make a landing, Gem!” yelled Lemmy, as he guided his swift-moving canoe toward the jam. In a moment the loose logs sank under the prow and the boat slid easily up onto the jam. Lemmy jumped out and dragged his craft high and dry. when he tied a string round Geminy’s neck and led him over to Roaring Rock, half buried in logs. = “It’s a fresh jam, Gem, old boy,” he announced. Lemmy knew the ways of the river and the logs. “Guess the drivers don’t know about it or they’d be up here try- ing to break it out ‘fore it gets too big.” The next moment Lemmy was wondering how he was going to get off the wooden island with his canoe. Every minute more logs from up-river added their weight to the mass and gradually it was building itself out across the rapids at each side of the rock. Now and then a piece of the jam broke off under the mighty force of the rushing stream and went floating and churning against the cliffs, and out into the wider stretch below. “I guess we better try to paddle back up and find a portage around,” said Lemmy to Gem, who was tugging away from the roar that got louder as they neared Roaring Rock. Lemmy went back to his canoe and was sur- prised to find how far it was from water. The jam was growing rapidly, up-stream and out-stream, threatening to close the side- channels entirely. “It’s going to be a bad one, Gem, You an’ me got to get down to camp and tell ‘em about it or there'll be trouble.” EMMY looked up-stream, puzzled. As far as he could see there was little chance to make a landing ashore and he doubted if he could paddle the heavy log canoe very far against that current. He tied Gem to the canoe and hurried back to Roaring Rock. Climbing up on one shoulder he peered down stream through the rain, which was begin- ning to diminish. Away down, on the right, where the river curved, Lemmy saw a low- living point of land, and, as the rain ceased entirely, he made out the outlines of a tent. “That’s the cook-tent!’ exclaimed Lemmy aloud, prompted by his stomach. Lemmy could picture the array of food in that tent. His mouth watered. ‘Gee, I wish I was a river-driver!” he said. Then it came to him that this wish had been in the back of his head all the way down the river. It was an old ambition that his job in the milll had side-tracked. Now it was with him strong. “Tf IT could break this jam and go floating down to camp,’ thought Lemmy. The thought changed to action. He began 1look- ing for the key-log, the one that had started the whole jam and was holding it back. He found it quickly enough. It was a _ long, slim spruce, and it lay straig... across the cleft in Roaring Rock, high above the water now, because other logs had been shoved against it so hard they had forced it up, and the whole jam formed a sort of a dam, shutting off the stream from its channel through Roaring Rock. Lemmy rushed back to the canoe, where Geminy was tugging at his rope and whining. “Never mind, old boy,’ said Lemmy, pat- ting him on the head, “ we'll get out of this pretty soon. You come along with me now and don’t be so scared.” Lemmy got his little axe from the canoe, regretting its dull blade, but glad he had it, anyway, and leading Geminy floundering over the wet logs, went back to Roaring Rock. He tied Geminy, whining and yelping, to one of the shoulders of the rock and then set to work to chop the key-log in two in the mid- dle; luckily it was a slim spruce. After the first few strokes Lemmy stopped, suddenly. What would happen to him when the jam went out? From his safe perch on the rock Geminy yelped his terror. He did not know he was safe. _ “Fool dog,” said Lemmy. “You aren’t in any danger. You’re right where I'll be when this old thing begins to crack. But I got to get the old boat down here, ready. Shut up, Gem!” Gar only yelped the louder when he saw Lemmy going back across the jam U VUCTELETUUATETET ETON NANGEU ODEN SESTET OT ETETTT TTT PUES NTENTET after the canoe, but his voice changed to whines of satisfaction when he saw that Lemmy was dragging the boat down toward him. The craft slid easily over the wet bark, and when Lemmy had it balanced just over the edge of the jam, across the key-log, he slipped the free end of his rope through the eye in the prow, removed all his bag- gage and stacked it near Geminy, on the rock, then slid the canoe down through the cleft in the shallow trickle of water that was left of the once deep channel, and let the boat float out below, anchored in water with the same rope with which Geminy was anchored to the stone. Lemmy went back to his chopping more confidently then. The jam, by this time, almost blocked the channels on both sides. If it succeeded in stretching clear across it would make his job three times as hard and perhaps impossible. Lemmy tightened his belt and worked fast. In a minute he heard the snapping of wood. He waited a moment, but the log still held. A few more blows and the creaking again told him of danger. He must he ready to run off the log to the rock before it snapped entirely or be carried down-stream in the jam, perhaps crushed and mangled. One final blow and the log quivered and snapped so dangerously that Lemmy dropped his axe as he scrambled for safety onto the rock. The axe fell down into the shallow water in the cleft. The log still held, but he did not dare go down after the axe. ““Now I have done it!” he told Geminy, disgustedly. But there was a slight move- ment of the jam, crowding against the key-log and water began boiling up through them. The cleft in Roaring Rock filled deeper. His axe was swept from sight. But this was what Lemmy wanted. The water would finish his work. Suddenly one end of the spruce was bowed to a half circle, slipped from its hold against the rock, nearly knocking Lemmy’s feet from under him as it reared ard rolled, and in another moment the jam was broken. HE first few logs that went through the cleft moved slowly, grinding and scrap- ing. There was only a small head of water behind them to force them aiong. Lemmy feared for an instant that another jam would form, but he saw that none of the hemlocks were as long as the spruce that had been the key-log, and that danger was remote. Water boiled through the cleft in volume now, and twenty feet back from the rock the jam, still holding, left a clear space where the river boiled up in full force. As it rose it lifted ané :oosened the mass of logs and they began rolling and splashing into the water. Gradually but surely Lemmy saw the whole jam breaking and crumbling off at the down-stream edge, and floating down through and on either side of Roaring Rock. With one hand on the lariat, stretched taut from rock to canoe, Lemmy could feel the jerks and bumps as timber struck the boat. The mass melted away as if by magic, thudding and bumping through the rocks and on down-stream. “Gemmy, old scout!” exclaimed Lemmy, exultantly, “we’ve broken our first jam! Let’s go!” Geminy indicated his where to go? mark, There was only one way to get into the canoe where it now lay. That was to drop from the point of the shoulder into the boat —and that would capsize it. It was only a big log, hollowed out, shaped round at bow and stern, and it was easy to roll over, “Well, I guess we got to get it up here and shoot the rapids, Gem,” decided Lemmy. It was hard work, even with the cork-like willingness—but His tail formed a big question buoyancy of the canoe, unloaded, for the rush of the water through Roaring Rock was powerful. One thing encouraged Lemmy— this channel was smooth and free from sharp rocks, Once launched, he could’ shoot through in comparative safety. Gradually Lemmy eased the canoe up to where the rock formed a sort of sloping dock or beach. By strenuous efforts, with Geminy doing the best he could with encouraging barks, Lemmy beached her so she hung half in the water. Then he recovered his trap- pings and untied the lariat, put Geminy in the canoe and made him lie down, flat, and made ready to jump in himself. The jam was all clear up-stream. Strag- glers still floated down, but they were com- paratively few. Holding onto the gunwales of the canoe, Lemmy prepared for the launch- ing. He worked the craft loose from the rock with a gentle rocking motion, and when it was almost loose he suddenly pushed her out and sprang in at the same time, crouched down and grabbed his paddle—and shot through the cleft straight as an arrow and out into the river below. 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Lee De Forest Inc., Western Dist., 451 3rd St., San Francisco, Cal. } chute and buried its nose under water before it slid clear and level. Lemmy, sitting far back, used his weight to keep her prow out. He shipped a bucket of water, though, and Geminy got it all over him. . “If you weren't a’ water-spaniel, Gem, you'd be scared to death, I bet,” laughed Lemmy, excited and relieved at the same time. “Now, to get to camp! Gosh, I’m hungry!” IFTEEN minutes later Lemmy beached his bark at the point of land where he saw the tent. With his legs trembling from hunger and excitement, he hurried up the bank and through the open flaps which formed the door. Here it was, just as he pictured it a few minutes before—long, rough tables covered with tin dishes and bone-handled knives and forks—and grub! There was no one in sight and Lemmy did not stop to hunt for the cook. He sat down, with Geminy by his side, on a bench and went to it. The meal was interrupted a moment later by the sound of scraping pots and kettles in the little tent that opened from the big one, at the rear. Lemmy hastily swallowed a mouthful of baked beans and turned to see who was there. “Sac’du, eef it don’t be Lem, de wataire- boy!’ ’ was the voice of French Louie, and as he hove in sight he threw his hands in air, Geminy barked defiance, through a mouthful of bone. “Oh, hello, starved, Got up at Roaring “ Mais, don’ have up, eh? Honest, I was nearly broke the jam Louie! any pie? I Rock.” ! I got de eet you would have eat heem all You bruk de jam on top Roaring Rock? Mais, dey don’t be some jam here, no more. Dey just went an’ bruk wan dere dis morning!” ““Take a look at the river,” suggested Lemmy, and while French Louie went outside the boy employed his time to further advan- tage. So did Geminy. shooting pie. Eef I gagar, I guess you did,” said Louie, re- turning. ‘* Me, I been wonderin’ why de logs don’ come down faster dees mornin’, but de bosss, he say dey almos’ all come down rivaire already. Me, I don’ tink so.” Louie, while he was talking, could not do much of anything else with his hands, and Lemmy wanted pie. ‘Baggar, you look lak you been seeck, so BOYS’ LIFE w'ite behin’ de cars. Ain’t you work on de mill now?” continued Louie. ‘“*Nope,” replied Lemmy, between bites of bread and potatoes. ‘‘ Quit and started look- ing for a job on the logs last Saturday. [| run out of grub last night and ran into the jam. I chopped the key-log and lost my axe and shot the cleft, and—here I am. Got any pie?” “Sac’du! You ees hoongry! Mak’ a stab at dat tin pan upside down dere.” Lemmy made a stab and found a plate filled with pieces of pie, apple pie, rhubarb pie, custard pie and lemon pie. “ Baggar, I remember, wan, two, tree tam, up de rivaire, w’en I cook on de job, you don’ be so bashful youse’f. But dat tam you was reg’lar river-rat, eh? Mak’ yous? to home, eh?” After the fourth piece of pie Louis chattered away he was boom-tender Lemmy was waterboy Lemmy did. he stopped for breath. about the days when at Spruce Falls and and tally-boy. “Den you go on de mill,” he finished, “ an’ you get yous’f lak a ghos’ wit de swamp- fevairs. Mais, wat you goin’ to do nex’?” “TI want to get a job on the logs,” re- ‘*S'pose the boss would give ” peated Lemmy. me one if he knew I broke the jam? “A job, eh? Baggar, wat you tink? I got to have wan boy myse’f in his here cook- shack. My odder boy, he bruk his fool laig runnin’ de an’ he is gone down for Punifer Dam las’ night. De boss, he say he guess he can get me anodder boy for cookee. logs He don’ fin’ any down on Punifer Dam. Maybe you lak dat job, eh?” Lemmy considered. Before him lay the deciding evidence. He realized now what an important part of life food is—good grub and plenty of it. The river had given him back his old time appetite. “* Well,” he said, “ I'll take it for a while. But I wan’ to be a regular river-driver, you know.” “ Mais, shoo!” exclaimed Louie, grinning. “Wren I tell de boss you bruk de Roaring Rock jam and ride de rapids, baggar, he geev you up his own job, I guess, eh? Jus’ fer now you tak dis wan and eat, so you can grow lak a reg'lar river-rat for shoo.” Lemmy hung his head and blushed. He knew Louie was trying to tell him, delicately, that he was a lucky lad to be alive at all, after breaking the jam at Roaring Rock. “Well, we'll take the job, Gem an’ me,” he said. Geminy rapped the bench with his tail and Lemmy took another piece of pie. HUULEAUOTLEULEUIEATNL The Bird Dentist By Gene Stone ANY hundreds of years ago the ancient 4 historian Herodotus traveled through the land of Egypt and wrote about a queer bird he saw there that acted as a dentist to the crocodile. He tells us that the crocodile lives chiefly in the river and that the inside of his mouth is infested with a kind of worm called the leach, When the crocodile basks on the sand, he opens his great mouth toward the western breeze and a little bird takes this opportunity to hop into it and pick his teeth and jaws of these unpleasant intruders. The old writer adds that the crocodile is so pleased and helped by this attention on the part of the bird that he takes great care not to hurt it. This story was told over and over for cen- turies. One writer would tell it one way and another would recount a different ver sion of it. People in olden tioningly, but the more critical and so it began to and even laughed at as a sort of fable that a bird should actually be allowed to enter the jaws of the monster of the River Nile and get out alive. It seemed too absurd to be true for it was known that the crocodile was very greedy for birds and if he could find one that had been hurt and could not get away he would make short work of eat- ing it. Even a full grown vulture had been found in a dead crocodile’s stomach. So the story was discredited. Another old chronicler who odd tale of the crocodile-bird said the little creature was cleaning the croco- dile’s teeth the monster would to sleep, when the industrious little dentist would re- mind him to open his jaws by piercing the roof of his mouth with “a _ prickle which groweth on the bird’s head.” Then the croc- odile would open his cavernous jaws again and Doctor Bird could get out. addi times believed it modern person unques- is much x doubted this when related that £o This tion to the old tale only increased the doubt fulness of it, for what was supposed to be the prickle on the head of the bird known as the crocodile-bird was found to be only a little crest of feathers, A man named Mr. John M. Cook has really set the matter at rest. He tells us that while traveling on the Nile, he and _ his brother saw a number of large crocodiles and crocodile-birds on a sand bank and de- cided to watch them to see if there was really any truth in the old story. The two men were very careful to conceal themselves in a pit at daybreak where they could se the sand bank. About noon two crocodiles went out upon it to sun themselves, when several birds began to flit near and about them. Mr. Cook and his brother watched them through opera glasses and saw one of the birds go straight up to a crocodile. The great creature at once Opened its mouth, the bird hopped in and the crocodile closed it again. One would suppose that was the end of the venturesome little bird. Sut it was not. In a few moments, Mr. Cook says, the ugly jaws opened again and out came the bird, which hurried down to the water's edge. What it did there could not be made out, but, having finished, it went back to the crocodile, entered its mouth, was shut in again, came triumphantly out and hastened once more to the water. Three times they saw the bird do this. Mr. Cook shot two of these birds which he tells us are the spur-winged plover. They are grayish, about the size of a small pigeon, and provided with a sharp spur upon the wrist-joint of the wing. It is probably this weapon, used by the feathered dentist.as a more or less gentle reminder, that causes the crocodile to reopen his enormous mouth and let his busy little friend depart. Scout T. Graham FEsprey, Patrol Leader. writes: ‘‘I wish to send a boast from Trini dad This city is crossed by the old Santa Fé Trail, which was the scene of numerous Indian fights and the former residence of Kit Carson and other frontiersmen. It is, how- ever, a city of the present as well as the past. Wthin walking distance is a peak 10,00 ft. in height; seventy-five miles away is a range of mountains, the highest peak ot which is over 14,000 ft. in height.” a XUM

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n de s of 00k- the my am. lig or KUM The Boy Scouts’ Magazine PTT TTT TT ereverenanenenegeenneny 1" 1 H Ht It MUTT IS first coherent thought was that he was still alive. If he had ridden even a little faster, that message would never have been delivered by Mal North. He shud- dered a trifle but, the next second, was reach- ing for his bicycle. Although his knees were shaky and his head spun, Mal made record time through the rest of that wood. Nor did he slow up until he came to the Minot porch. Dripping like a water rat, he rang the bell and gave the telegram to a surprised servant. “I'll wait here a few minutes before starting back, if no one minds,” he said. But three minutes later a tall, gray-haired man with serious blue eyes came to the door. “Is the afternoon boat late?” “It must be, sir.” “Oh, Minot!” he called back into the house. “The boy thinks the boat is late. I've got to try for it, anyway. Are the roads bad?” “Slippery. There’s one tree down.” “Can we get by?” “If we've got to,” asserted Mal. “How'd you get by it?” “It sorter came down while I was there, sir.” “Yes?” It was long drawn and full of comprehension. ‘“ You took some chances in bringing this message through, I think.” “It's my job, sir.” . “Lucky thing for me someone like you had that job. Here comes the car. Get your wheel aboard some way; you're going to ride back with me.” Mal protested against riding in the big limousine but Mr. Waldron waved his ar- guments aside. ‘ Want to talk to someone,” he declared; “ you're the victim.” But he made the boy do most of the talking during their wild rush to Green Harbor. Only once did the man break the thread of the boy’s narrative. That was as they crept around the stricken pine and Mr. Waldron saw the narrowness of the lad’s escape. As they swung onto the wharf, the boat was whistling in her gang plank. Mal leaped from the car, the man at his heels. As they reached the boat, Mr. Waldron stopped short. “If I hadn't made this,” he said, “It would have cost me more thousands of dollars than I care to think about. And I'd have missed it if you hadn’t delivered that message. Good-bye, old fellow!” He offered his hand and, to the boy’s de- light, it was empty. He liked Mr. Waldron better than any man he had ever met at the Harbor and he had hoped that he would not try to give him a tip. Now he knew he was even more a friend than he had _ hoped. “Good-bye,” he called, “and good luck!” “Tuck isn’t what counts in life, Mal; it’s doing one’s duty. Good-bye again.” NV AL remembered that during the next d week, not only because he often thought of Mr. Waldron, but because it was what he believed himself. Only he carried it still further, believing that duty and opportunity went hand in hand and that neither could be slighted by one who would succeed. The story of his ride had naturally created interest in such a gossipy place as the Harbor so Mal took this as the reason for Mr. Carey’s growing cordiality toward him rather than because of his growing balance in the Carey bank. In fact, it was Mr. Carey, in one of his friendly moods, who gave Mal the hard- est blow he had ever received. “Hear the Leach store’s been leased to some motorcycle people who are to open an agency here,” he announced, The boy winced. To be able to do that had been his dearest dream, “Is that really so?” he gulped. “°*Fraid it is. Tough luck for you to have a rival. But you'll survive, Mal. Your old customers will stick.” “Hope so. Doesn’t leave me much show. But I'll find some way to get my money,” he declared with a sudden fierceness which Mr. Carey had never suspected, “I'm going to complete my education and I’m going to be a motor engineer and nothing will stop me.” “That’s the way to talk!” cried Mr. Carey. “And you can count on my help any time you need it.” “Thank you, sir. I guess I'll go along now, if you don’t mind.” “Shame!” muttered the man. “ Hated to be the one to tell him. Wish we had more like him in Green Harbor.” UT, if Mal North was hard hit, no one but Mr. Carey realized it. The boy was a bit more quiet, a little more determined, a trifle more diligent and eager in his work, that was all. Each day he passed the Leach store. At the end of the second week car- penters and painters took possession and eases with fixtures and furniture began to arrive. The more Mal saw, the darker his future looked, Certainly his apology for a Where Light (Concluded from page 19) TUUUATATEATETTATTNN EAT HNa ning Strikes shop could never survive such competition. And he, better than any, knew how ripe the field was for the motorcycle. His own friends treated the situation as a good joke on him, telling him that he should have waked up before it was too late and jollying each other about how they would discard their bicycles for motorcycles. He took it all with outward calmness but it did hurt and it was all he could do to welcome the crowd with his old time lightness. Ther came the day when the Green Har- bor Gazette carried its story of the projected opening of the new agency. Mal was numb when he read that the store, in addition to wheels, was to carry the new marine engine of which he had heard so much. It meant that both sea and shore would flock to the place. The trawling fleet would go mad about that motor as soon as the men had seen it demonstrated. He closed the door of his shop from the inside and, for the first time, sat down on a box, his head buried in his hands. Twist and turn his problem as he might, he could see no way out. He could not stand up against such competition and hope to make even a scant living, let alone save money. It looked as if the fishing fleet were his only chance and he hated the sea. His head sank from his hands to his arms, then he straightened suddenly. “I’m not going to quit,” be declared. “I'll win through some- how. This isn’t bad luck; it’s just some sort of opportunity I can’t see yet.” There was a sharp knock. He came to his feet. It was repeated before he could unlock the door. ‘Hello, Mal, my boy! Thought I'd drop in and see if you’d dried out yet.” “Mr, Waldron! when did you get back, eis?” “Just came. Ran down to finish my visit with Mr. Minot and look over our new agency.” “Your agency!” “Why, yes. Anything wrong with it?” “T guess not. Only I didn’t know you—” He stopped, his face crimson. Mr. Waldron had seemed so friendly it didn’t seem possible he could be the one who had dealt him such a blow. The man laughed. “I’m interested in sev- eral things,” he said, “and I happen to be president of this motorcycle company. Come over and look at the agency. I'd like your suggestions; you've been in the business here.” “Guess I couldn’t tell you anything, sir. But I'd like to go,” he added, bound to be game to the end. OGETHER they walked to what once had been the Leach store. Inside Mal had never seen such a transformation. The walls were tinted a delicate gray, the floor was bright with new varnish, the furniture heavy and handsome and all made a perfect setting for the new marine engine on its block and the three motorcycles, gleaming in the per- fection of their newness. The repair shop in the rear was complete in every detail and Mr. Waldron nodded casually to the man ar- ranging spare parts in their bins. ‘“ Every- thing all right, Peel?” “Yes, sir. Ready to open.” “Repair man I sent down from the fac- tory,” explained Mr. Waldron. “ Peel, this is Mr. North, our agent at Green Harbor.” * Wha-Wha—!” Mal accepted the offered hand but his grip was weak and he stared at Mr. Waldron instead of at the grinning Peel. “Thought you’d probably accept the posi- tion,’ chuckled the old gentleman. ‘* Have to have my little jokes. But, frankly, Mal, the rest is going to be strictly business. I know all about you. Carey’s reports ave all that we could have desired.” “Mr, Carey?” “Sit down,” laughed Mr, Waldron. “Come back into the sales room and try your own chair. You see,” he went on, when the boy had somehow gotten himself back of the flat topped desk, “ we’ve been experimenting with this marine engine for some time. Now we want to introduce it to rough work. There's no better place for that than a trawling fleet. You’ve a good one at Green Harbor. The motorcycle business is really a side line, un- less you build it up.” “T can. I know I can.” “T think so. You've proved you can do what you set out to do and certainly that you can be faithful. I’m going to give you your chance because I like you and what you stand for and because you can be useful to me. Your profits here should permit you to hire an assistant within the year. Then you can go to a technical school. 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BOYS’ LIFE LOUDAONANUGUUESUAAT ELLEN EEA EOD EAA Jim Morse, Adventurer Z 3 (Continued from page 40) TULLE DOT The shallow dugouts lined up each side of the channel, and then, at some order of a shrewd leader, one of them drew right across it. Spears were being brandished, bows drawn, but Jim saw no rifles, ‘““One thing to be thankful for,” he mut- tered. ‘“‘ But I've got to get that one across the channel out of the road. And I'll put them over the plate. No wind-up in this innings,” he said, half aloud, with a grim smile that made his young face, smeared with grease and drawn with fatigue and “heat, suddenly stern and old. There came a rattling volley from the rifles and men dropped in the canoes. In answer a shower of spears and arrows made the launch bristle like some water-porcupine. But no men were wounded, as the hood pro- tected them. The skipper was untouched and held the launch in the fairway, straight for the obstructing canoe. He could see nothing else but to run it down and trust to the construction of the launch and the strength of its stem. Jim leaped to the top of the hood, and his appearance was greeted with howls of rage. Weapons whizzed and whirred about him as his arm flew back and the dynamite, with its hissing fuse struck the nearest canoe to his right. Like a pitcher throwing to catch a man off first, he tossed a second bomb to the left and leaped down again. TH

_— brown water rushed up in two geysers, vomiting pieces of the obliterated canoes and literally raining down fragments of flesh and bone. With yells of terror, the occu- pants of the next two canoes leaped over and half swam, half waded for the shore, the fight gone out of them. Then the launch hit the last amidships the warriors jumped. The launch shook, but shoved the canoe to one side and kept on down channel. One man made for the left hand shore. He had tufts of red wool in his hair, and his bobbing head, as he swam across a_ pool, made a fine mark. as With a great shout Afua jumped up on the hood and leveled his rifle at this man. Just as his finger pressed the trigger there was a commotion in the pool, the glimpse of a wedge-shaped tail above the surface and the man’s head disappeared as it turned towards the launch as if to beg for help from a fate too frightful for even an enemy not to commiserate. A frantic call was choked in his mouth by the rush of the water. A bubble or two came to the surface and once the surface heaved up. Then all was quiet as the cayman dragged his prey off to some slimy cavern in the bank. “Pore chap!” said the skipper involun-- tarily. “Eyah!” cried <Afua, talking Beach- English in his excitement. “ Mebbe you no savvy that man. Me, I plenty savvy him. That Tubi, I tell you.” Tubi of Hanuabada, who had fled inland after the skipper had outmatched his wiz- ardry and saved Afua from being prayed to death! It was a weird tie-up of the begin- ning and end of the fateful adventure. At sunset the launch reached the delta of the Fly. Somewhere amid its maze lay the remnants of the Morning Star. But it was idle to search for it then, useless to think of clews in the little that remained of it after wreck and fire and loot and the passing of the years. So they sped on, the maid un- IUUNIUUUUUUDULUUUINUUUULUSUUUUUUUULUUUULIIILL WUALLUUUL

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EU ee a TUETETAESAES EATEN EET conscious that close by her her past. And soon the cool air of the gulf blew over them refreshingly, with the stars coming out sharply as they headed over the waves for Port Morseby. & + + * * s 6é¢)F course,” said the missionary, ‘“‘ we shall be glad to keep her with us for a while. As long as you like, Captain Burr, for that matter. My wife is already fond of her. She is as bright as she is pretty and it won’t be long before no one would ever guess she had been reared among Karon dwarfs. “Without doubt,” he went on, “you deem it your duty to instigate a search for her relatives, but that will be a hard task, I fear, and an expensive one,” he added. “We ain’t worryin’ about that part of it, are we, Jim?” asked the skipper of the latter. “We've made a bit of a strike. It don't sound quite right,” he added, “but, some- how, I shan’t be awful disapp’inted if we don’t find out much about her over in Sydney. Ye see,” he added, “me an’ Jim have took quite a fancy to her. An’ I reckon we ¢c’ud make out to be a pritty fair father an’ brother to her, at that. “We've got somethin’ between nine and ten thousand dollars’ worth o’ raw gold,” he said with a smile as the missionary’s eyes widened. “Me an’ Jim have come to a decision about the way we want to use it. You tell him, Jim,” he broke off. ‘“ Yore tongue’s limberer than mine.” “Well, sir,” said Jim. ‘We figured that was a link to the expense of this trip was due to us. Cost of trade goods, hire of launch, wages and incidentals. We've set aside a thousand dol- lars for Afua, who won't take the half that we feel is really due him. There’s a thou- sand to be divided amongst the crew. There's our trip to Sydney and expenses of looking up the girl’s relatives. It’s hard to say how much that will amount to. But the balance should be between five and six thousand dol- lars. We'll leave that in Port Moresby for her education, her clothes and as a nest egg.” “Yore forgettin’ the cage, Jim,” put in skipper. ‘“‘ The cage for The Admiral.” “T’'ve heard about The Admiral,” said the missionary. ‘“I’d like to make his acquaint- ance.” “We're going to get a new cage for him,” said Jim. ‘“‘ And—I don’t know whether The Admiral will appreciate it, but it’s going to be gold-plated. We'd have it all gold, as we promised him, but the skipper was afraid he’d bite through the pure metal.” 3ut yourselves?” said the missionary. “You found this gold. The girl will not need that amount.” *““Me an’ Jim,” said the skipper, ‘“‘ come out to Papua to go tradin’. An’, as soon as we git this investigation over, we're goin’ over on the nor’east coast to start in with our schooner, Ye see, sir, me an’ Jim figger there’s other things better than jest gold. If we git rich we’re goin’ to earn it.” The missionary watched them as _ they walked away, the skipper’s arm laid about Jim’s shoulder, the lad talking to him af- fectionately. The fine, earnest face of the missionary softened and a smile came on his lips. “ Other things better than gold,” he re- peated. “They're right. And they’ve found them.” THE END.

UTTER PE Hun

By Belmore Browne

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TTT i the wilderness a man’s pack is not esti- mated by its weight, but by the speed with which he can carry it. At first glance this seems unfair but when we study the matter we find that it insures perfect jus- tice. Suppose that three men are starting on a hard back-packing trip into the moun- tains. One of them is an “old timer” fifty- five years of age; the next is a “ moose,” powerfully built and in his prime, and the third is a slim built lad unused to the hard- ships of packing. After eliminating every possible item from their outfit they find that they have one hundred and fifty pounds to carry. The question now arises as to how the weight will be distributed. The “moose,” looking his partners over, says, “Tm huskier than you fellers so I'll tote seventy pounds.” The “old timer” looks the lad over, and says, “I’m a tougher bird than the kid, so I’ll strap my harness onto fifty pounds.” This leaves a thirty pound pack for the lad, and after arranging their loads they tramp off towards the mountains. After an hour has passed the “ moose” begins to draw away from his companions. He tramps easily up hills that cause his two companions to gasp for breath, When they sink onto WTNH WUNTEAAETTEONEN ANAT I ONINANNL EATEN NAAN TT

the moss for a hard earned rest, he moves about eating blue berries and enjoying the scenery. After a particularly hard pull the “old timer” says, ‘“ We’ll stop here awhile and whack up our loads.” “ How’s that? I'm carryin’ more than you fellers,” the “moose” retorts. “Why its this way,” the “old timer” explains, “the kid and me are workin’ harder than you be, an’ thet maans that we’re totin’ heavier loads.” Wrong as it may seem, the old prospector is right: from the viewpoint of justice and efficiency the speed of a party is restricted to the speed of the weakest member, and the only way to reach the highest efficiency is to take weight from the slowest and add it to the fastest. The meat-eating Indians of the far northwest have worked out this plan to a very fine point, for they allow the old men, who know the wilderness like an open book, to go without packs so that they may be free to choose the best trails for the heavily loaded young men, This spirit of fair play and efficiency should be followed by every scout, for by increasing your own load you are helping someone and adding to your knowledge of weight carrying at the same time.

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(Continued from page 14) 5 = LUE less mite of a Ruby-throat would sit on the stump within two feet of my face while he tried the cold water running over his minute feet. However, it was too cool (aver- aging around 50°) for even his fervid nature to endure long, and after a few sips he was off and away for the day's adventures. This tiny fighting unit showed as little fear of me as he did of any other living thing: in fact it seemed that the larger the enemy the less hesitation he displayed in attack and al-_ gave me the “once over” (fre- quently poised within a foot of my face), evidently concluded I was not dangerous— my eyesight is as good as ever! One morning this feathered atom was look- ing sideways up at me, the rising sun spark- ling on his ruffled coat, bringing into life every facet of his bejeweled raiment, when another male hummingbird suddenly ap- peared—apparently from nowhere— and at- usurp the position on the log though he tempted to already occupied. <A faint squeak (the only sound I ever heard him make)—a nebulous spiral spouted upward and _ disappeared among the maple leaves! The whole thing happened so quickly that I was almost in- clined to believe I had imagined it. I never saw the intruder again. I have been puzzled frequently by the ac- tions of crows flying erratically with sudden dives and sides swerves, with no apparent excuse for these acrobatic movements. One afternoon I saw a sable traveler about an eighth of a mile away going through one of these inexplicable performances. With aid of the glasses the mystery was solved, “ Fight- ing Bob” was in pursuit, although he was invisible to the unaided eye. RAIL fence built over thirty years ago led from the Ruby-throat’s apple tree to a grove of hemlocks some hundred feet north. This had been a favorite runway for red squirrels and chipmunks but the time of Ruby-throat’s arrival they were forced to make a detour. A red squirrel can move speedily on familiar fence roads (once I fol- lowed one for nearly half a mile, my horse was going at a fast trot while the little fellow carried a butternut, and he was still ahead when he turned the corner), but when Sir Ruby advanced to the attack—a tawny streak flashed along that rail road and dis- appeared into the dark green coniferous shadows. The fiercest scrap of all took place nearly beneath the home tree at the end of this fence. I saw what at first appeared to be a venturesome red squirrel which had not been initiated inte the fact that this partic- ular chestnut highway was closed, come swiftly along its top. Halfway down he was met by an exploding shell, but continued forging ahead. The onslaught became more insistent, shells exploding more rapidly as he approached the sacred precincts, the final at- tack being delivered at the end of the fence directly beneath the apple tree. The diminu- tive warrior’s feints and straight drives fol- lowed each other with the swiftness and regularity of machine guns, and at last the weasel—for it was one of these bloodthirsty little demons—could stand it no longer, but escaped into a friendly hole among the rocks. As far ag my obServation goes, the hum- mingbird is the only thing smaller than him- self which has ever made this terror turn tail. The dimensions of an intruder were not considered at all by Sir Ruby. A flat lazy woodchuck, sitting upright on his hind legs, calmly chewing a sprig of leaves and _ sur- rounded by an admiring circle of Leghorns, was informed in no uncertain manner that he was outside of his domain. He returned to his proper territory with an abruptness which scattered the hens in a wild flurry of eackling. Perhaps the sudden change from lethargy to action aroused the suspicion that he was a fox in groundhog’s fur! ) the chickens Ruby usually paid not the slightest attention—perhaps recognizing their domestic status and realizing that they did not fly high, but one adventurous hen who scrambled into the lower limbs of the home apple tree was requested to descend— which she did! Nor was a vein of humor absent very interesting bird personality. beetle about three-quarters of an inch long had become entangled in some spider web strands and hung suspenged from one of the in this A black grape vine slats. The hummer's quick eye saw the swaying victim struggling to climb up the elusive entangling threads. Darting forward he hit the captive a blow that sent him swinging to the top of the are. Poising a few moments in midair while “ the old cat died,” the onset was continued from the other side. The helpless inset’s swaying mo- tions seemed to interest his tormentor greatly for he would shift from side to side, watch- ing the momentum gradually lessen, then accelerate it by another blow until an extra et |

UUTTEATTT AAT hard tap broke the thread and released the object of his teasing, To comprehend the motives which actuate birds or animals is, of course, impossible, but if ever a feathered form exhibited a clear spirit of mischief and amusement it was in this curious performance. The length of time which Mrs. Ruby-throat often remained off the nest was so extended that I commenced to think her hopes of progeny were doomed. (Twice when I looked at the first peep of dawn (about 4.30) she Was not there. She was frequently absent for a quarter hour and once she was gone for 31 minutes. | The sixth day was cold and rainy, but she left the eggs exposed to the elements for about the same length of time as she did when the sun shone. The protec- tor of the family made no attempt to occupy her place, always accompanying her when she left, although seldom returning in her society. A glimpse into the thimble cup on the morning of the eleventh day revealed the youngsters—such tiny helpless things that it was difficult to believe they would ever ac- quire the dash and energy of their parents. The father was seen less frequently now; the art of feeding did not seem to be part of his abnormal gallantry. Three days after the children were born he disappeared and the cares of family life devolved entirely upon the more constant mother. Although I watched the extraordinary meal gymnastics many times, the fear that the youngsters would be stabbed to death when the mother inserted her awl-like bill down their throats never left me. One fact is certain—a fact which I-have proved by measuring the length of the bill and length of the young birds— food was injected directly into their wee tummies. The joy of the epicure was not theirs unless the sense of taste is located in the aforesaid portion of their anatomy—a dire deprivation which always excited the lively sympathy of the Lady of OUR house whose ancestors must have been wont to linger long over flagons, stuffed swans and truffles.

‘i. morning of the twelfth day after hatching the nest was empty. It was about time, for the rapidly growing bodies hac completely filled the small receptacle. It Was a case of fly or fall out. The most per- the sistent search failed to reveal their hiding place. The parents came at intervals, al- Ways alone, however, hovering around the nasturtiums or delving deep into the heart of the hollyhocks. Watching them at such time it was not difficult to believe that their prog- enitors were some form of reptilian life though they suggested more strongly in their iridescent scaly coats and sinuous swift movements, a close affinity to the rainbow- tinted trout, In fact, when their bills were buried in the heart of flowers it required lit- tle imagination to believe they were tiny fish seeking a meal of insects. While there is some truth in the popular belief that hummingbirds live on nectar, the fact is that they subsist largely on small in- sects captured by the viscid sweet within the corolla, Early one morning in the latter part of August a faint splashing in the tiny brook running along one side of the garden at- tracted by attention. There was my friend of the springtime taking his morning bath, a performance which he thoroughly enjoyed. He had long ago forsaken his perch on the cherry log by the water barrel for the warmer water of the brook. Ablutions accomplished to his satisfaction, a spray of jewel weed was selected where drying out and preening were completed in a careful and artistic manner; each separate feather seemed to receive at- tention and he spent fully twenty minutes in caring for and arranging his exquisite dress. The sunlight fell warmly on the luxuriant growth of these graceful plants and the re- united family of four were frequently seen among the orange-colored blossoms. Some- times a swiftly vibrating pinion would release one of the jewel-weed’s sensitive pods, scattering the seeds and sending the bird into a sudden frightened swerve. The parents soon became accustomed to this bombardment but it always affected the youngsters’ nerves. This patch of warmly-tinted flowers became their favorite hunting ground. Here they could be found nearly every day until their final disappearance in September. Like Scar let Tanagers, Ruby-throats suggest the trop ics and although the family numbers nearly five hundred species this bird is the only one venturing into the eastern states. ‘Hum mingbirds, like poets, belong to the genus irritable,” but are unlike them in the beauty of their raiment and in their ability to winter in the tropics! Scout Tan Rush of Troop 3, Maricopa. Calif., boasts that there are two large rocks on the side of which are Indian paintings representing the sun, moon and dif- ferent unknown animals estimated to have been made fifteen hundred years B. C,

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3 | Andrew. The boy could hardly get out his little house was shut, but voices came through thanks; he felt suddenly bewildered and con- the window, speaking in French and so rap- fused. He walked slowly out of the shop idly and excitedly that the boy’s untrained without further words and went off down the ear could not follow. } road. Once he turned back and saw the “ Non—non—non!” he heard the old man dark figure of Lebeau still standing in the ery after a moment, his voice followed by a doorway looking after him. deeper, younger one, angry and protesting, that must have been his grandson’s, Andrew ’ turned and went down the path again, hur- CHAPTER VI, rying through the gathering dark until he THE GREEN MOUNTAIN BOYS reached the camp. NDREW did not go directly back to the OW long they talked about the fire that camp, but crossed the slope below old night they never knew. Andrew ex- Pierre Lebeau’s cottage and lay down on plained, the others listened, wondered and the grass at the edge of a clump of trees. questioned. Then all fell to planning and Ile wanted to think out the whole perplexing arguing. Christopher wanted to carry on matter. Quite without moving he lay there open warfare against the smugglers single- | a long time, thinking deeply. handed and drive them at once from their | Jean Lebeau and Job Herron had fied stronghold on the Isle of the Four Winds. from the cabin on the Isle of the Four Andrew was inclined to report the matter to Winds, thinking they had been discovered by the authorities, since he felt that not much grown men, seeking to save the precious could be done without help. Howard's ad cargo of their sloop lest it fall into the hands vice was to wait a little and collect more of authority. Now that they knew that the proof, invaders were only three boys, how angry “These people about here will be very slow they must be, how they must be already plot- to believe that anything is wrong,” he in- ting their next move. But what were the sisted, “and, while we are trying to con- Vc. ou wre) rt men doing on the little island, what was it vince them, the smugglers will get wind of it they carried in their fleet of boats and why? and clear everything out, so that they could Andrew was beginning to have a vague ink- make us look foolish. After all, what is there | ling, but he was not yet quite certain. to go on, a fleet of boats coming in through The More You Fat As he lay staring out at the little valley the fog, a crowd of men in a cabin, some | below and at Seven Bays Hill rising to the bundles under the hay that felt to you like | left, he saw something moving above fur and silk and velvet? There is not much eo) a6 ou Want its wooded shoulder, a_ black speck that real proof in all that.” circled and towered and _ finally flew “There isn’t,” admitted Andrew. ‘I be- Crisp kernels of popcorn, big meaty | swiftly out of view beyond the hill. It was lieve you are right. It will be hard to fasten peanuts all covered with delicious | the eagle again. Of a sudden, as though the blame on a man like Job Herron.” molassescand hat’ eCracker Jack. Always | appearance of the bird had supplied the last Christopher was more difficult to win over, fresh in the famous wax-sealed package. bit of evidence, all the pieces of the puzzle — but he finally gave up his rash and headlong Your neighborhood dealer who Selle candy in his mind seemed to go together with a Plans. They packed up enough provisions for will appreciate your Cracker Jack patronage. click and the thing was finally plain to him. several days, put out their fire and set off Rueckheim Bros. & Eckstein The confusing facts that had been drifting UP the hill, finding everything at the old Makers of Cracker Jack, Angelus through his head seemed to take order—the tavern just as they had left it. This time, 42) Marshmallows and other *“KELI- old Frenchman’s desire that they should sleep however, they decided to sleep in one of the ABLE” Confections. on Seven Bays Hill, his troubled hints of upper rooms so as to have a better view A Toy fol am koh a -3 8 OZ in every Package Chicago and Brooklyn something wrong, his chance words; ‘The when morning came of the little island below. taste for smuggling was in our very blood.” They took some trouble to establish them- There was also what Thaddeus Strong had S¢lves comfortably, for now they were plan- said, “The Gateway to the Country, they ning to stay more than one night. 3efore used to call that gap in the mountains—a they went to bed they sat talking for a little strange number of things went through it around the fireplace in the big lower room. from soldiers to smuggled rum,” and even te think we will be like the Green Moun- words that his father had spoken months tain Boys,” Christopher said. “ Didn’t they ago, “ With all this unrest and high taxes band themselves together in the first place and enormous prices paid for luxuries, I to keep law and order when Vermont was should think there would be a great tempta- first settled? We all of us had great-great- tion to slip things in over the border.” grandfathers in one company or another of them ; we have a right to try to carry on their work still.” LL the unimportant things seemed to fall “ , : : “os And we year a sprig -ergreen i away as his mind worked swiftly to its sae il ee oe of evergreen in , ; pee : our Caps as they did,” Howard added. “ We conclusions; the significant details began to will fight those law-breakers d woR siti 5 b i a aKers ow CLOW

stand out almost alone. So it was smuggling tl . ce eee ere : ‘ egg ere as fiercely as old Ethan Allen himself | that was being carried on wholesale in that would have done.” cabin on the Isle of the Four Winds by Job Herron, Jean Lebeau and the rest! Silks He went over to look at the portrait of the EYES RIGHT MARCH A] from China and Japan, furs from the far two Allen brothers, where it hung against the a as North, luxuries from India and all the Orient, wall.

they were passing in from Canada without “See,” he exclaimed, “here are the fron Wrong command? You bet. | duty, to be sold, at the present high prices, rings at the top that go into those hooks we — eo | for a profit great enough to make the danger noticed on the beam above the door. Let’s eal worth while. What would the people of put up the sign of the Two Heroes again to eceed Two Heroes think, those farmers whose pride show that we are here to try to do as they SRUKES a in their community’s honesty was so high, did.” L~@~ — 4 to find this crime carried out at their very _ doors? And poor old Pierre Lebe: he ly I i ‘ Fe Si 4 I sebeau, the only NE suggestion was received with enthu A one who knew of it, how tortured had he siasm. With much tugging, lifting and & been in mind between loyalty to his adopted grunting, the three boys carried the ‘he | é country and love of his scapegrace grandson. wooden Sign outside, climbed up by means y.% He had discovered it either by chance or of the bench and each others’ shoulders and f Phat ws poe te | srhaps roug red san’s invitati r it i its n see bh nomen perhap thr ugh young Jean’s invitation to hung it in its place. The moon was high now = | join in the project; he could not betray the and shone full upon the two faces of those wrong directly, but he could not keep entirely men who had done so much and ‘fousht so silent. untiringly for the honor and safety of thei . ‘ , 46) : i safety of their ‘““Whatever happens,” Andrew exclaimed own little corner of the world. The sewed DON’T MAKE MISTAKES aloud, “ whatever we do, we won't bring him stood staring up at the sign as it wane into it. He has done the best he could.” gently in the night wind. Big clouds aoe ° LEARN TO COMMAND It was strange that no one had ever noticed sailing slowly overhead One mi “ ge: ——- A ad, ne Brgy alt st Build and Fly A LEARN TO DKILL Ran Geter te a Ay Fy SL * LEARN FORMATIONS For how many years—eagles grow to be very cohorts of those oe old warriors, with ode erop ane LEARN HONORS, SALUTES old—had he roosted in that same tree, per- their flags flying, their rifles shouldered and ete., by teaching yourself with a | haps before the cabin was built, certainly be- their faces turned steadfastly toward victory This Summer! PRACTICAL | fore these last intruders came. Stubbornly were marching past across the sky, Build a real, flying model of any of the famous U al K = INSTRUCTIVE he had refused to give up his chosen perch, “TI hope,” said Andrew, rather solemnly, “I —~_o listed below. IDEAL Seale Drawings SYSTEM although each time the men arrived, with hope they won’t be ashamed of us. We are one Ra d+ ing bn how The RU-KE system consists of a set of 50 noise and confusion, he would spread his going to do the very best we can.” 3 é ‘ Gels Of res tunes, cards, each giving a problem, drill situation, -ing j 1s ‘ Atco em geoeretanimierteetine dl. span oan CJ. a ble ~ rill « math m wings in wrath and soar away across the As they turned to go in Howard was feel- ca Geek te Neen aude Giaiieaiin Geaniied Gane, Un: woods. It was an unmistakable signal to ing in his pockets. Curtiss JN4D-2 Training 5 Curtiss Military Tractor ylanations, ete., are printed on the backs of anyone who was watching and who under- “Tam a good camper,” he announced, with "Plane ( Just Out) 3 Cc Bleriot Monoplace The * a P stood. Now that he saw it all, what was bitter sarcasm. “I have come away without N C-4 Naval Seaplane EACH Nieuport Monoplane mens —_ ry ae a ae So he to do? ‘here was a question harder still any matches. Hoy about you?” p NAT P vensive istructive system arketed. 2 i) Te POLES Taube Monoplane Scout can afford to be without 2 eet. : to answer. Andrew rolled over on the grass The other two had used up all they had . Pa e 61 of This Issue W 1 through the clump of trees toward the path. Andrew that he saw something move beyond g ill Tell You All About It. | Led by sudden impulse, he went toward the third tent as they came near, but the * Pierre Lebeau’s cottage. The door of the moonlight was deceiving and he could not be

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XUM The Boy Scouts’ Magazine sure. When he entered the tent, however, and stumbled in the dark over an upturned box he knew at once that something was wrong. “Come here! Look!” he called to the others. f Everything was in the utmost confusion, as they found when they had kindled.a light. tags and boxes were emptied, clothes thrown here and there, even their cooking utensils were turned out upon the ground, Some unknown person, in desperate search for something, had set the whole of their pos- sessions upside down. “It was Jean Lebeau,” Howard said at last, after staring at the scene of ruin before him. ‘‘ He came for his knife. “Tt is in my pocket,” Andrew answered “Much chance he had of finding it!” “] wonder,” “ Howard went on, reflectively, “if he heard what we were saying by the campfire. We didn’t think of any one’s being near nor trouble ourselves to speak very low.” “There is nothing stolen,” Christopher re- ported, who had been searching for the matches and at last had found them. “ Well, I don’t suppose we can clear up this mess tonight. We will have to let it go until morning. Yes, he must have been after his knife. He seems to have wanted it badly.” HEY were somewhat thoughtful and silent as they wended their way up the hill entered the cabin and climbed the stairs. They peered out of the window, but the shadows were deep about the wooded Seven Bays and they could see nothing dis- tinctly. Only the old windmill rising amid the trees on flatter ground stood out, a sharp outline of black and white, with lazily twirl- ing sails. “We can’t light,” Andrew said. to bed.” 4 It must have been that Andrew had the affair more deeply at heart than the other two, for certain it was that, although he needed sleep as much as they, he was the least drowsy now. He lay thinking for al- most an hour, then at last dozed off to dream that the cloud-born legions of the Green Mountain Boys that he had fancied in the sky were marching in reality across his vision, so that he could actually see their bulging packs, their swinging rifles, their in- tent, shining eyes, and the rough fur caps, each with its sprig of everygreen. They were com- ing up the road, they were thronging into the house, they were marching up the stair. He awoke with a jump, the dream still too vivid to have faded from his mind. Surely he heard a faint creaking on the steps outside the room, a long pause, then the same creak again. He got up softly, stole to the head of the stairs and peered beyond the corner of the sheltering wall. For a moment he saw nothing; he was still confused and perhaps expecting the phantom army of his dreams to be pouring up the stair. He smelt the hot odor of burning oil and heated tin, the smell of a smoking lantern; then he saw finally the gleam of red light shining on a face with dark brows, thin cheek bones and glittering black eyes. It seemed that Jean Lebeau was determined to have his knife. again, make out anything in this ““We may as well go CHAPTER VII, THE SMUGGLERS’ ROAD NDREW could hear his heart beating so loudly as he watched that dark shadow creeping up the stairs that he thought surely Jean Lebeau must hear it too. Not that, but some other sound, seemed to have disturbed the Frenchman, for he stopped, listened, then set down his lantern and began to descend the steps to reconnoitre. It was then that An- drew made his great error in judgment. He ran down the steps and caught up the lantern, “He threw his knife at me; now it is my turn,” was his half-formulated thought as he flung the lantern crashing down the stairs upon his enemy. He regretted it almost as the missile left his hand, The quick-witted Frenchman seemed to have guessed what was happening behind him, for he flattened himself against the wall so that the blow passed him by. With a splintering of glass the lantern smashed upon the stairs and rolled down, leaving a pool of flaming oil swiftly spread- ing from step to step. “Do you wish to burn yourselves in your heds?" cried Lebeau, shouting upward into the darkness. ‘* This dry old wood will catch fire like powder. Bring a blanket, for the love of Heaven.” It was ignominious to obey the order of an enemy, but Andrew saw that there was noth- ing else to be done. He dragged the blan- kets from his bed, roused the otber boys and ran again down the stairs. The circle of fire had widened further, and when he flung the woolen cover down to smother it the effect seemed only to make the flames spread the more. He and Jean Lebeau knelt upon it, shoulder to shoulder, beating at the fire, With spatters of burning oil dropping on their hands and faces. Howard and Christopher, stumbling down the stair, only half under- Standing what had happened, arrived to lend their help, but merely added more confusion. It was not more than a few minutes, perhaps, that they struggled there, getting in one an- other’s way, running back and forth to bring water and more blankets, the red sparks burning their fingers and blinding their eyes. At last the final flame went out with a hiss and they sat down exhausted. ‘“Where’s Lebeau?” Andrew asked, sud- denly, realizing blankly that the number of fire fighters had, without his noticing it, been reduced to three. “He! Why, he’s gone, isn’t he?” Chris- topher exclaimed. ‘‘It seemed to me that I heard him laughing here at my elbow not a minute ago.” Howard was sitting on the step above, slowly wiping the soot and water from his face. “If he came for his knife, perhaps he has it by now,” he remarked, unsympathetically. “You had better go and see.” NDREW'S feverish search through, first, the pockets of the coat he had hung on a nail and then all of his garments, proved only too plainly that Jean Lebeau had not only come for his knife, but also had gone away with it. And no one had thought to interfere. “JI will say for him that he stayed by us until the fire was got in hand,” said Chris- topher. ‘“ Without him I don’t believe we could have put it out.” “Without him it would not have been lighted,” Andrew returned sourly. With help- less rage he remembered now his last sight of the Frenchman's face laughing over Christopher's shoulder. The knife was prob- ably in his pocket then. ‘“‘He has certainly taken a great deal of trouble to get it,” Howard remarked. ‘* Now what I want to know is, Who set the house on fire, you or he?” “Tle hasn't taken any more trouble than I will to get it back again,” growled Andrew. ‘*Yes, I was the one that set the place on fire.” It was very bright daylight when Andrew awoke next morning. Possibly on account of his disappointment the others had let him sleep and were downstairs preparing break- fast. “Did the boats come in?” was his first question. **Yes,” answered Howard. “ And we no- ticed something new. Three of them went straight to that bay near the windmill, and we could almost believe we saw men going back and forth between the mill and the shore. We are going over there to see about it later.” Very soon after they had finished eating Howard departed on an errand of his own. “T was thinking last night,’ he said, “ of that old map you told us Thaddeus Strong had. I am going to walk over and borrow it, for I am not quite certain of how the ground lies beyond that windmill. I can see how the smuggled stuff gets in here, but I don’t understand where it goes. We will have to find that out.” It was a hot morning for June, so that Andrew and Christopher felt no very great inclination for the long, dusty walk to the Four Corners. They watched Howard depart down the hill and then returned gladly to the cool quiet of the big room, where they lounged about, working a little, talking a great deal, and, finally, as the hours passed, wondering why their comrade did not return. “Tle has had time to get there and back, surely,” Andrew said, ‘‘ Probably Thaddeus Strong has got to gossiping with him and won't let him get away.” T last, ashamed of their own laziness, they went down to put the disordered camp to rights and spent a good two hours in sorting out their disarranged possessions. “IT don’t understand Jean Lebeau,” Chris- topher declared, as the last box was repacked and put in its place. ‘‘You would think he might have stolen something. Here is my hunting knife, and there is Howard's rifle, There are no end of things he might have wanted. But it was his knife or nothing.” “And it’s going to be my knife again,” Andrew asserted, stoutly. “He need not think he is going to get away with it.’ But I do wonder at his not taking anything else.” It was noon when they finished, so that they hurried back to the tavern, feeling cer- tain that Howard must be awaiting them. But the big room was empty; nor were there any signs of his return. “ Thaddeus Strong must be a great talker,” Andrew said, but he spoke uneasily. It was hard to imagine what could have kept How- ard so long. At two o’clock, the hottest moment of the hot June day, they saw him at last come toiling up the hill, “Where have you been?” they shouted in chorus, while one glance at his flushed, tired face told them that the time had not been passed in mere conversation with Thaddeus Strong. A wide red welt ran across his cheek, from his ear to the bridge of his freckled nose, sut his blue eyes were snap- ping and his dusty face was lighted with a grin of solid satisfaction, 55 “Made the first trip over my new paper route this morning. Did it easy, too — but then my wheel has a New Departure Coaster Brake and that’s some brake, I'll say. “And I'm going to add to my list of customers. No one has ever delivered papers out on the River Road — it’s so far from town — but I can do it easily. Four extra miles isn’t anything to the fellow with a bicycle —except a little extra pleasure, “I’m going to earn a nice little bit of money this summer Departure—and | can keep it up —thanks to my New even when I go back to school.” Lots of boyshave found that a New Departure equipped wheel helps them earn extra money. Why not try it yourself? If you have a wheel your dealer can supply the New Departure Coaster Brake — or you can buy a new bike with this wonderful brake already attached. 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BOYS’ LIFE ee —— “ T’ve learned a lot,” he announced, as he sat r > ic 3 ¥y “ee down and pulled the map out of his pocket; Be Sur C10 Loaster nas P J then struggled to draw out something bulkier o . . 3" iy ° 3 that seemed to have caught in the lining of Au a n Ls wae ine te his coat. “‘ And Andrew isn’t the only one to . ‘omen - - —_

get a present from the smugglers. I've brought home a souvenir myself and I mean to keep it. It is a pretty thing, but I don’t know what it is made of—green glass, I sup- pose. Yet glass would have got broken.” He held up a small, round bowl made of some cool green substance that was unfamiliar to the boys. Its outer surface was carved with grotesque animals and its edge was rimmed ‘Youll have to have an | {i,°sscraive. “Glass?” said Chris, turning it in his Auto Wheel to keep up hand. “No; you couldn’t carve glass like that. I know; my mother had some in a necklace. It is jade.” Howard seemed inclined to spin out the It’s the coaster wagon that pleasure of telling how he got it. He spread real fellows have. It's got the

speed that leaves the slow ones the map upon the table and began pointing behind. ; out the different places. mene gy ag rape — “Thaddeus was willing enough to lend it mE gs fe e g. e} 4 ao make the ride smoother. They to me and to tell me all about it. But it is make the Auto-Wheel glide up queer how little these people move around. to the finish line—leading the He has hardly ever been off Two Heroes, and ——. for another thing, Steel hasn’t climbed Seven Bays Hill for fifteen Tires and- Steel Axles. And a years, he says. Most of what he told me low racing body built to win he just knew by hearsay. Now look here. many races Auto-Wheel wagons are built just as any boy wants his . ora eile ? —— — coaster built. Not just rattle-traps, but high-grade substan- HE three heads bent eagerly over the old tial, heavy-duty wagons. map that was so yellow and tattered and The material in the Auto-Wheel wagon is carefully se- discolored at the edges, and three brown fore- lected. And it is put together right. That’s why the Auto- fingers searched out the places as Howard 5 4 7 yr é ) = ac rit Ss “4 -ase. = in - Wheel will carry a 1000-pound lend wi h euch ea * spoke of them one by one. TWO MODELS—TAKE YOUR PICK “Here are the Four Corners with the Some fellows prefer the Auto-Wheel Coaster (lower left)— blacksmith shop,” he began, “ and here is the =~ old Leone It’s suk - good for coasting as for haul- river where our camp is; up here is this hill ng, with its deep roomy bed. - » Seve cae ie a hie alf circle The Auto-Wheel Convertible Roadster is the newest thing and the Seven Bays = — porn Ae in wagons. It has sides that you can fold up or down (on below. And, look, here is the roac Tun- durable pivots). Suppose you want a coaster pure and ning along the shore; just see what it is simple. Just swing the sides up to make the roadster (second called.” view left), or, if it’s an errand wagon you want, fold the oe hs ial sii. oe sides down to form the box wagon type—(lower left). 5s—m— spelt out Andrew, studying the , . quaint, crooked print. Why, it is called the Auto Wheel Owners Are Club Members ‘Smugglers’ Road.’ ” They wear special caps, and have special stunts to do. A *% Vos.” returned Howard, “and right away real live organization. Write for details Send us the names a of 3 coaster dealers in your town, mentioning which ones I asked Thaddeus why. He said that long carry the coaster wagon with “ Auto-Wheel” on the sides. ago, mostly right after the war of 1812, when EDWARD ZWICKER We'll put you on the mailing list of the free magazine. all sorts of trading was forbidden, there was of Indiana a lot of smuggled stuff came down the lake Auto Wheel “Spokesman” for Six Months and was supposed to be landed along here. It’s full of coaster gossip, and ways to make money. Tells

all about our PRIZE CONTESTS, showing how you can win ‘You see that is a crooked sort of track,’ a valuable award without much trouble Thaddeus said to me. ‘I don’t know whether : Write in to-day before you forget. ie sane phen it came a that or Edward is a star member 7 ae! os" om os whether they cleared it themselves through of the a a S. The a a a THE BUFFALO SLED COMPANY the brush and sand, with all these turns and what’s that Wh . Societ of 131 Schenck Street North Tonawanda, N. Y. twists, so that they could double and hide if —* : ys» * re In Canada, Preston, Ont. any one came after them. Any way, it is Successful Salesmen, ot * ce a 7 just a name and a story. It is so long ago course, and it’s a might rood that I don’t know for sure whether such Py 7 roe ': S “li. : things really happened here. They couldn't crowd to run with, because , *4) S now. it’s made up of the kind of “*And why not?’ I asked him right out. ‘ec ‘With all these taxes on luxuries and cus- boys who are real toms duties to help pay for the war I should comers. think it would be just the time for smuggling , i> tase eatin? - You can be a member, too, ‘He laughed like anything at that. ‘It if you have the real scout shows you are a stranger hereabouts,’ he te adeiay - — . - a said, ‘if you think there is any one on Two spirit that never knows de feat, up and Heroes dishonest enough to lend his hand and when you are once a to such a thing. We have taken pride for . » . b . a three generations that there is not a member you II wonder why straighter, stricter community anywhere.’ you didn’t join long before. “‘I wanted to tell him that they might get Members of the S. S. S. are too sure of themselves, but I was afraid to say too much. So I had him show me the the sort of boys who, when- other things, the road up to North Hero and ever they want something, go the bridge across to the other island. And . look here, the Sand-Bar Bridge from the foot out and get It, and do not rely of South Hero over to the main land, made on upon having their parents buy a bar right through the lake, you see, with it for them trees growing all along it. Those Lombardy ‘ poplars must be very old because the fellow The members of the S. i ok has drawn them in on the map. Thaddeus says some of the farmers haul their stuff earn many extra dollars se- over to the railroad that way, instead of curing subscriptions to Boys’ sending it out by boat.” LIFE r ng it out by sIFE. Kdwe d : > “Well,” said Andrew, studying the paper, 1 i E dw ard Zwicker, the “T see all that. And here’s our Isle of the OY whose *picture is above, Four Winds, and, look, even the windmill earned enough in a few weeks drawn here on the flat land by that stream. t “ all ex _— ¢ But all this doesn’t tell us hew you got that O pay a expenses for a red mark across your face.” dandy Camping Trip. You “I'm coming to that,” Howard replied, y : , ac > sian still with provoking delay. “ Thaddeus told — do as well = Edw rd. me about all he knew and a little more, and Fill out and mail the coupon. — ; finally I tore myself away, put the map in We > ; y, e will tell yc - Outdoor Wheel Toy : my pocket and started back. Then I thought ce ed “ 7 sas how a I would just cut across and look at the This new toy of mine rings the bell of boy . : Smugglers’ Road again, to find out where it happiness. With t hese outfits any boy, with — - Jf 4 oy went. The map is not very plain, but I — ee ee ee ee es only a screw driver and a wrench, can build thought the track kept right on through the strong, swift, finely finished wagons, gliders, ‘ < woods toward the Sand-Bar Bridge. I found BOYS’ LIFE coasters, racers, trucks and many other toys. , that it did, but I found out something more.” 200 Fifth Ave Outfits contain extra strong steel disc wheels, axles ie oly plates and all other parts eae : E was tantalizingly slow about unfolding New York, N. Y. ates al all other parts. re . alt 4 the tale of his adventure, but the other . ° The crackerjack $10 set ($15 in Canada) contains 4 Ls . two, with eager questions and finally with a groemcrey to} gears and pinions and extra parts with which a real — threats of force, succeeded in wringing it I eee -_ = = &. el, ag noes geared speecster can be built. Then there’s a $6.00 } ca,” from him. 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FE The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 37 promptly, and had run around the wagon to put his shoulder to the other wheel. Just as he stodped down he recognized the man in spite of his rough clothes and straw hat. It was Job Herron, ‘“*T had seen him in black broadcloth be- fore,”” Howard remarked, “ and I didn't quite take him in as a farmer.” Their combined efforts, with the straining of the horses, managed to bring the wagon out of the rut, but it rolled forward only a few feet, slipped into another hole and threatened to stall again. Job Herron, seem- ing to be in great haste and nervously ex- cited, fell upon the gray Percherons with a rain of blows and a storm of oaths, “T stood it for a minute,” said Howard, “but after I had watched him beat those poor, straining beasts and pour out a stream of filthy talk, it was suddenly more than I could bear. I was too angry myself to know much what I was doing. I ran at him and tried to snatch the whip from his hand; his big hat rolled off in the road, and I never Saw such a face as it showed—cruel and so furious that it was all wrinkled and twisted and purple. He was as strong as a bull, so I couldn’t get the whip away, and he gave me this welt across the face, whether by accident or not I couldn’t say. But the horses started up, the wagon began to move, and he had to run to catch the reins and climb up to the seat. One wheel went over such a big jolt that the whole thing nearly upset, and something rolled out of the hay and tumbled into the sand. I ran to pick it > ~ up, and it was this.” He put his hand on the bowl. “‘I shouted to him to stop, but he couldn’t understand why at first. He came to a smoother bit of road and pulled up his horses 66 ! to tell me what he thought. oys * “*You three boys come sneaking and peer- ing about,’ he said, ‘but what do you think How much will these thick- e you will find? | S witted farmers, with their precious honesty, his Oa believe when you try to tell them some tall story of what you have discovered? If you ask the constable on this island to arrest anybody you will only hurt his feelings. He oes doesn’t know how. And I can tell you,’ his u eyes got little and sharp and his ugly jaw shot out when he said that, ‘I can tell you, 99 in this case you are spying on men who will ' bring you real trouble.’ the Work “I didn’t answer much to that, for what e he said might be true. I just held up the bowl and said, ‘Is this yours?’ You should have seen his jaw drop. He didn’t know

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Whether camping out or on a whether to own it or not. He just sat there hike, playing ball or working, staring, and we neither of us said a word. ° * “Then all of a sudden J heard some one you get dirty and grimy. laugh in the bushes by the road. Jean Lebeau Cleanup the easiest and health- had ome out sa meets and was rr a ee iy ° * watching us, e seemed quick enough to i ng It’s fun to — take in the whole thing, and it must have soa »ecause youre ciean so been that Herron had made fun of him for ‘ nicki * y losing his knife, for he stood there, chuckling i E ye - and laughing and slapping his knee every time Goblin gets rid of the worst he looked at Job Herron’s glum face, Then dirt in a “ jiffy ; ” it lathers in he ran and climbed on the wagon, Herron ‘ e re whipped up the horses and they started off, a big bubbling way in cold or Lebeau yelling at him in Canadian French hard water. Keep a cake of it for beating the Percherons and still laughing iat as . Se iit until he nearly fell off the high seat. The handy all the time; itll make went rumbling away down the road in 4 cleaning-up a more pleasant cloud of dust.” Be Wyte coe. The other two had listened in silence until agi) q Jon. Howard had come to the end of his story. AUN Your grocer should have Then they still sat thinking a little without Goblin, but if he hasn’t any on speaking. * 1 1d 7 ° h .: I always thought Job Herron was a mean, 1and send the coupon with his cruel, bullying sort of a person,” Christopher name and yours and we will observed at last, “but that Jean Lebeau— : : somehow I—I can’ ‘Ip liking him a little.” ner you a hov’s trial size cake somehow I th un’t help liking him a little. / (To be continued in August Boys’ Life.) free, G . | tough fellows in the movies always wear. | They waited just a minute and spoke to each other very excited like. Then they both looked around, back along the road. Next, the fellow with the cap jumped down in a big hurry and looked back along the road, better than he could do in the car. He seemed awful kind of scared and excited. Ile came over toward us, walking kind of sideways, you know, tough.

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One thing sure, you can always tell if a man is used to running a car, especially some particular car, toth fellows were on the platform now, and the one that came first said, ‘‘ What yez doin’ here then; blockin’ the road?” shouldn't have told them thing, but I said, “ We rolled down from near the store up there and it was lucky Wwe managed to stop right here, or we'd have been in the lake, It's no easy job manag- ing those brakes.” “No?” he said, kind of funny, and then looked at the other fellow. I guess I any- HEN they both went inside and I could see one of them looked out of the window up the road, while the other threw his cap on the floor and put on Connie’s scout hat that was hanging in the car. He whispered to the other fellow and then the other fellow turned around and grabbed Wig’s hat off his head and put it on his own head, “Run her down, that’s the only thing,” one of them said; “and blamed quick about it, too. 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But even still I wasn’t scared of him and I followed them and the other fellows out onto the other platform. “Git off the car, all o’ yez,” I heard one of them say. My head was buzzing and I felt awful cold and queer like, but I had sense enough to notice Westy sitting there on the railing of the platform, dangling his legs. I guess he must have been waiting there. As long I live, I'll never forget how calm and quiet he was, and not scared of them at all. I was so dizzy from the crack on the head that fellow gave me, that I had to hold on to the railing and Westy looked as if he were shak- ing as he sat on it. But it was only because I was dizzy. I saw the two fellows grab the wheel and Connie and Pee-wee and Wig jumped off the car. But Westy didn’t move, only sat there swinging his legs and kind of smiling at those two. “You're a couple of big cowards, that’s what you are,” he said; “to hit a fellow his size. And you're a couple of crazy fools, too. 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(UM The Boy Scouts’ Magazine here because it’s here. See? And it’s going to stay here, too. I just threw your spark plugs into the lake. If you hadn't been a couple of big fools you wouldn't have stepped inside this car. Steal a Pierce-Arrow! You make me laugh. You couldn't even get away with a Ford.” CHAPTER XX TAKING IT Easy ND he just sat there, swinging his legs A and laughing. It was as good tis a cir- cus to see him. “Go ahead, run,” he said; “it won't do you any good, Sink this car in the lake if you want to, That'll just mean a longer time in jail. We should worry. You thought a boy scout didn’t know how to hit back, didn't you? Let's see you start the ma- chine. You’re a couple of circus clowns, that’s what you are. You ought to be a pair of villains in the movies, Head hurt much, Roy?” “Not so bad now,” I told him. Gee whiz, those fellows didn’t wait long. Before Westy was finished speaking they were off the car and headed into the woods. That was the last we saw of them, then. “Did you ever hear of a thief stopping to have his picture taken?’’ Westy asked. “If they'd have only stayed a little longer, we could have got them in the movie camera, and we could have a play called ‘ The Rob- bers’ Regret.’ Pee-wee piped up, “Or, ‘The Missing Spark Plugs.’ ” “Oh, they're not missing,” Westy said; “they’re just hiding, disguised as an oil can. Waste not, want not, hey?” O you know what that fellow had done—all D while we were in the car? Talk about a scout being quick! He had got the snap- shots while those two fellows were on the platform. Then he had hid the camera in the bushes. But he wanted to make sure that they wouldn't find the plugs, so he put them into an oil can that he had found un- der the hood of the machine and tied a piece of wire to the can. He tied the other end of the wire to the root of a bush on the shore. And all that he did while the fel- lows were in the car. What do you know about that? So now he just fished them up and cleaned them out and put them back where they belonged. Then we all sat in the Pierce-Arrow waiting to see what would hap- pen next. Right in front of us was that old car with the sign all along its side, Buffalo 398 Mls., N. Y. 30 Mls. Pretty soon we got to singing, and for a little while everybody was singing something different from everybody else, but after a few minutes we got settled down to this: “There was the Brewster’s Center car, That traveled here and there; It had a lot of adventures, too, And we don’t have to pay any fare. And when it’s here, it’s here, And when it’s there, it’s there; And when it isn’t any place, Why then it’s everywhere. And if it isn’t on the ground, You'll find it up in the air; And if it goes to the moon or Mars, A plaguey lot we care!”

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“Nope. He took it for granted you was giving it. The peanut man and the lemonade man gave because they thought you was giv- ing. You set a good example, Mister Barker.” “T did?’ Diamond Bob squirmed in his chair, “I did—not! Goodness knows I’m sorry I didn’t. It hurt, Red. When the old lady—aw, shucks! I didn’t give it. I didn’t give it free and out of my heart so to speak— wish I had now—sorry it was a_sportin’ proposition. I’m a philanthropist—not. “ Nobody knows it,” said Reddy. “Yes they do! I know it and you know it. You won’t never tell and it’s a cinch I won’t, but we'll both always know it. We'll read it in the papers and folks will read it, and they’ll shake my hand: The hand that the old lady kissed.” “They had a good time,” said Reddy, “ and they was grateful.” “T hope so,” nodded Diamond Bob, “ I— Say, what was that stuff you read to me, Something about . . .” see endowed by their Creator with certain rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness?’

“You can talk about tents and log cabins and house-boats and things,’ Connie said; “but I'm for that old car. It’s stood by us.” “Stood!” I said. ‘ Good-night, it hasn’t stood very long anywhere; not since we had “It’s full of pep,” Connie said. “Always on the go,’ I told him; “it’s different from other cars. It reminds me of Pee-wee. I wonder where we'll go next.” “Sure, I wonder what's the next step in our itinerary,” Connie said. Boy, but that fellow is some high brow. “Our whaterary?” I asked him. “Anyway, it’s nice sitting here,” Wig said. “T wonder who it belongs to?” Pee-wee said. “I bet it belongs to a rich million- “Yes, or a poor one,” Connie said. “There's only one thing I don’t like about this Pierce-Arrow, and that’s that I don't own it. Otherwise, it’s all right.” “There’s one thing J don’t like about it,” I said. “ You’re crazy!” don’t you like about a Pierce-Arrow ? “One great objection,” I said. “You must be crazy,” he yelled. ‘ You can bet I haven't got any objections to a Pierce-Arrow.” “That's because you’re not as honest as I am,” I said. “Who? Me?” he hollered. “The only thing I have against this ma- chine is that it’s stolen,” I said. “ I'm funny that way.” “You make me sick,’ Pee-wee said. “T’d feel the same way about a flivver,” I said. “If you took a flivver, that wouldn't be stealing,” Connie said; ‘it would be shop lifting.” 7 “Sure, or pickpocketing,” Wig said. ‘““Do you know the only way to tell if a man has a Ford?” I asked Pee-wee. “ Search him. Look how the sun is going down.” Pee-wee shouted, “ What ” HE Brewster’s Centre sign was all bright on account of the sun setting. It was getting dark and kind of cold and it made me homesick, sort of. It seemed funny to see that car standing there across that strange road, with the lake on one side and the thick woods on the other. The woods were beginning to look dark and gloomy, and the arm of the lake was all steel color. I was glad on account of that sign, be- cause it seemed friendly, like. That's one thing about an automobile, it doesn’t seem friendly, like. But boats do. And the old ear did, that was one sure thing. Mostly scouts don’t care much about rail- roads, because they like the water and they like to hike. But anyway, that old car was friendly. Especially it seemed friendly on account of the sun going down and the day beginning to die and it getting cold. You can talk about boats and motorcycles and tents and leaf shelters and all those things, but anyway, none of them were as good as that old car. And don’t you for- get, either, that it was Westy that saved it for us. If it hadn’t been for him, it would have been in the lake. He's one real scout, Westy is, (To be continued in August Boys’ LIFE)

STF Wh | TTT Te “Yeah, that’s it. The old timers signed it on the Fourth of July, didn’t they? I'll sign it too, Reddy. I can’t do much in the line of life and liberty, but maybe I can help out in happiness, I’m going to change my routing next year, and every poor farm on that route gets a show free.” “it will be a big year for the old folks and kids,” grinned Reddy. “After all, they’re the ones that count,” mused Diamond Bob. “Uh-huh. We can take care of ourselves.” “You can,” smiled Diamond Bob, “ and then have responsibility to spare. I'd like to hire you to help me run the circus.” **Nope. I’m headed toward Marysville for a good time, Mister. They’ve got troubles down there.” Just then the engine whistled, and the train jerked forward. Reddy raced for the door, and swung down to the ground. Diamond Bob stood staring at the door for a moment and then shook his head, “Huh,” he murmured, “with a kid like that for a pal a fellow might get to be a regular guy at that.” yy —$<_$_<_——— = 4 buat s - 5 “al RRO ee. ~ “at Xe

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HE State of Georgia held a monster scout rally in Macon in May—the second of its kind ever held in the United States. Over 1,000 Boy Scouts participated in the. demon- stration which included first aid, swimming, scout’s pace, life saving contests, etc, as well as awarding of certificates, speeches, a barbecue and many other events of interest. Eleven scouts qualified for the Red Cross awards as life savers. One of the Macon papers printed a splendid editorial at the time in praise of Boy Scouts. The eoncluding paragraphs ran thus: ‘The city of Macon opens wide its gates, and it is hoped the boys will have the time of their life. There has never been a gath ering in Macon, and few in any other city of the United States where the Boy Scout has not gone out of his way to be of service. Whether it be to assist an aged lady from one train to another, or to act as usher at a great gathering, it is always the same,

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courtesy the efficiency. They are entitled to a cordial welcome and are pink in These and the youngsters last word it in they may be assured that they have ungrudging measure.” Deaf Scout Wins Prize ENDERFOOT Scout, Hyman Lebow, Troop No, 6, Manhattan of the Institu- tion for the Improved Instruction of Deaf Mutes, has just carried off first honors in a prize contest open to all the schooi boys in the lower Manhattan District. Scouts Invited to Help Save Paper HE editor of the Missouri Farmer has written to President Livingstone request- ing that Boy Scouts be asked to inaugurate a nation wide paper saving campaign to tide the country over its present shortage. He suggested that the money earned by scouts in selling paper collected might be turned in toward summer camp expenses or equip- ping scout headquarters. This is in line with work already conducted locally by many scout troops and we are glad to encourage it as a national manifestation of scout thrift. In Memory of a Scout War Hero CS S. NEWBURY, who served first New London troop of Boy from 1913 to 1915 gave his life on volunteer duty during the late war, in an effort to rescue the British steamer Well- ington, which had been torpedeed off the French coast. The volunteer party from the Seneca, on which Newbury was in service coxswain, boarded the abandoned Well- ington with the master and eleyen other officers and crew of the Wellington who elected to return to duty. They succeeded in heading the vessel toward port, but a gale developed and the boat sank. Ex-scout New- bury was among the _ missing. Captain Wheeler of the U. S. Coast Guard in writing in the Scouts heroic as to the dead lad’s mother said that the exam- ple of this gallant band of volunteers “ has inspired and will inspire many future acts of heroism for our glorious country” and that the boy himself was a “true and worthy son of America.” All honor to Scout Newbury and all his brave comrades who paid the last full measure of devotion to God and country. Care in Athletics HERE is a warning to boys against the taking up of athletics save under proper supervision and the assurance that such ex- ercise will not prove too great a strain on the physique, in the recent sudden death of Joseph MeNeil of Brooklyn. Fourteen years of age and fond of track work, young McNeil went out during a recreation period on the ore eighth mile cinder path of the Manual Training High School in Brooklyn. He cov- ered about three-quarters of the distance around the track when he fell, and died be- fore an ambulance could reach the gymnasium, whither he had been taken. The natural im- pulse to share in various athletic activities, | exploits, the all havea the ambition to shine in physica influence of exuberant school spirit, tendency to lead boys into what may prove, for them, dangerous athletic exercises; such should be undertaken only after careful examination and should be guided by a competent instructor. physical always Attention, Seascouts YCOUTS of fifteen years of age and up will J have a splendid chance to learn the new game of Seascouting if they attend the Sea scout Islands camp at the Kanohwahke Scout Camps, Palisades Interstate Park, N. Y. <A two weeks’ course, costing twenty dollars per boy (or man) will give the complete Sloop class requirements. Deck and boat seaman- ship, swimming, lifesaving, knotting, splicing three days’ a dollar to A., and sailmaking will also include a **marine hike” on the Hudson, Send registration fee (applied on camp course) H. A, Gordon, chief camp director, B. 8. 200 Fifth Ave., N. Y. City, Courses begin on July 5, July 19, August 2 and August 16. This is a good opportunity to train leader ship for Seascouting. Scout officials are earnestly requested to consider it as such. Idaho Begins Boasting The ‘“ Idaho which appeared the March to have created siderable interest among our readers, Alton C. Melville, of Salt Lake City, Utah, writes to match the story of the cave that is warm in winter and cold in summer, He says: “Tdaho has nothing on Utah; we have one of the same kind. I am sixteen years of age and have been many times to this spring with boys and men. They have ar- rived at no conclusion, but the suggestion has been made that it might be the ammonia which the voleano has left deposited. As you know, ammonia is used for making ice, and ammonia comes out of almost every active volcano, in con- soast ” issue seems

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Fellows—the neverout positively stays lit. Used by the U. S. Army on bi- cycles and motorcycles in France and America, Burns kerosene 10 hours with one filling. Brilliant white light forward—re to rear—red and green side lights. Fine for canoeing and mighty handy at night when cam ping out this summer. Send for Circular. ROSE MFG, o.. oe Pa. ‘3 ©" See that your’ bicycle has a

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EN 5 1° i { i KUM The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 61 The British Boy Scouts Invite You “ave LA HAVE A AMERIQUE y) GOOD TIME BOYS is i! breeee Pearse H. R. H. Edward, Prince of Wales Boys’ Life Pays Your Way From New York to England, then to the American battle fields in France and back to New York, all expenses paid by your official maga- zine! That is the wonderful trip BOYS’ LIFE offers free to a repre- sentative of every Local Council, and to a representative of every scout ‘troop not under a council of the Boy Scouts of America. The International Jamboree, arranged by the British Boy Scouts Asso- ciation, will be held in London, July 25th to August 7th, at which there will be Boy Scout representatives from fifty-two different nations, and to which it has been decided to send a delegation of the Boy Scouts of America, which will camp for about ten days near New York for prepara- tory training, and will sail on or about July 17th, leaving France about August 14th to 20th and arriving in New York about September Ist, in time for the opening of school. The Boy Scouts of America will be in England on the invitation of the : British Boy Scouts and the Prince of Wales. They will camp at Hever TOWER OF LONDON Castle, Kent, a famous country estate, the home of Lady Astor, the first CHATEAU-THIERRY woman to be elected to the House of Commons. In England, the scouts eee will see many noted places of interest, Westminster Abbey, the Tower, House of Parliament, St. Paul’s Cathedral, etc. It is possible that while in France, the scouts will be the guests of the French Government, ye will be conducted over battle fields, such as Chateau-Thierry, the Argonne, St. Mihiel, and others made famous by American troops. lf possib sle, ‘an opportunity will be given each scout to visit the graves of fallen heroes from his home city. It is also planned to have the m see other places of historic fame and interest. Any council, or troop not under council, which sends before July 1st, 1920, 660 yearly subscriptions to BOYS’ LIFE with full payment may choose a representative whose expenses from New York to Europe and return to New York will be paid by BOYS’ LIFE. The subscriptions must be sold for $2.00 each to persons who are not members of the Boy Scouts of America. To members of the Boy Scouts of America a. special membership rate of $1.50 will hold good. Either kind of subscription will count toward the 600 necessary, but $1.50 subscriptions may only be sold to members of the Boy Scouts of America. Any scout or scout official GRAVES OF AMERICAN MARINES in good standing, according to the records of National Headquarters, on AT GELLEAU WOOD May Ist a be chosen as a representative of a council or of a troop not under council. The selection of the boy or man to be le ft to the local council, or a the troop is not under council, to the scoutmaster and the troop com- mitteemen. Competent adult supervisors, will be placed in charge of the boys and a doctor and dentist will accompany the party. Every possible care and precaution for the safety of the boys will be employed. If any troop or council should not succeed in selling 600 subscriptions they will receive fifty cents each for every one they do sell, money that can be placed in their treasuries, used as a camping fund, or for any other purposes needed. Any troop or ‘council sell- ing more than 600 subscriptions will have the right to send a representative tothe Jamboree and will in addition receive fifty cents commission on all over 600 they sell. This plan must in no sense i made a begging proposition ; the Magazine should be sold on its merits. In accordance with the constitution of the Roy Scouts no selling of BOYS’ LIFE subscriptions should be done in the Scout uniform. Readers of BOYS’ LIFE who are not boy scouts will receive a straight commission of fifty cents on each subscription. Local Councils, Scout Executives, Scoutmasters and others nen in this wonderfully attractive plan should send at once for further particulars, selling points, copy of magazine, order blanks, etc., to Scout Jamboree Editor, BOYS’ LIFE, National Headquarters, 200 Fifth Avenue, New York City. Re- member! Quick, vigorous action!! Begin taking subscriptions at once. Time is short. This is an opportunity of a lifetime. 200 Fifth Avenue B OY S’ L IF E New York City HOUSE OF PARLIAMENT 9 ° Photos used on this page copyright Underwood & Underwood The Boy Scouts Magazine

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Every student participates in competitive athletics. Large new gymnasium and swim- . A a alatal hic -. b 3 ; ric ‘ zg, p yle food of which we ming pool, Grit tennis courts. Al! athletics under experienced instructors, Library and rich nourishin » palata food of reading room with trained attendants. 43 Miles From Kansas City, never tire.

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A PATENTED - - y = ° e been war trails over which swarmed hosts of ment cost $100,000. Prepares for (ne a Spirals are Regulation! Ss e ISS painted warriors, bent on conquest or retalia- | ye physical a Men ; Ss. 50, 29th session opens NOTE: Spec. Reg. No. 42 U. S, A. e tion. , , September 21st, 1920. F ‘ ; | RN quipment Stop a moment and think of the pictures “ CHARLES L. MELTON, A.M. Prince The that have appeared along the highways you Genuine

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A Bicycle Chaser By L. B. Robbins SAUNA TNE TS

S$ a diversion from everyday bicycle riding the following device will furnish a lot of good fun for scouts. It is an elaboration of the opposite ends of the radius bars, The an idea I saw in the south and besides being bicycle holder irons are, of course, to be of extremely simply construction it is also in- bolted to the opposing 3 in. faces of the tim- expensive for the bers and _ pivot pleasure it will A. MIERRY-GO-ROUND BICYCLE CHASER plates bolted to furnish. r ; arwich-MGss the correspond- First select a ~B. Robbins ing 2” faces of suitable piece of OP SPRINGS AS FAR APART AS BETWEEN each piece, ground. Good = = ¥& *-}giraplsearrsr. A swinging hard loam or clay ground furnishes the best surface for a bicycle track, Cinders ~tamped into soft earth will do sec- ond best. Sink a_ good sound post into the ground = so that the top will be the same height as the cross bar on an ordinary bicycle. Be sure the post STRAP /RON is well set and strong and that the top is per- fectly level. Each of the radius bars is composed of a 12 ft. length of 2x3, Have your black-

OW have two sheet iron “ pivot plates” made after the detail sketch and bolt to stick which acts as a stand when down straight and which will swing up against each radius bar is necessary to keep the bars off the ground when not in use, 2x3 “mon mare ‘To assemble, PLAN OF PIVOT ATE lap the holes of the two pivot plates over each other, place a large iron wash- F tives ed

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untae about Hen << pos light keeper at Bittery falling down the lighthouse stairs, ending with, “and you know he had a basket of eggs in one hand, a pitcher of milk in the other, and when he reached the bot- tom they had turned into an omelette, Ain’t spinal stairs awful?” At the word “spinal” the Professor snickered, and Algy who was always nasty when Ruby made a break, said, * I'm sur- prised at you, Ruby, you mean spiral.” Ruby began to cry and everyone looked uncomfortable. I was hopping mad. I guess maybe it was the tight patent leather shoes I had on, “Shut up, you Goat,’ I snapped at him. “Haven't you brains enough to know she meant the back stairs?” Algy claimed he was insulted. I allow it wasn’t possible, Then he said he was a fool to have tried to culturize Epping. I said I reckoned his allowing he was a fool made it unanimous and invited him out in the yard to settle things, theugh I never could have hit him, if he had accepted my invitation. In two weeks Algy left town, and the next fall Ruby married Will Hayes over at George's Mills. Ted, IT wouldn’t think too much about those clubs, there’s no use worrying about what people think about you; probably tuey don’t. You've only been at Exeter a few weeks, so if I were you I wouldn’t jump in the river yet. Now I'll admit it will please me if you are elected to a club, but if you aren’t, I’m not going to go around with my head bowed in shame and neither aresyou, for ten years from now no one will be greatly interested whether you belonged to the Belta Pelts or the Plata Dates. Above all things don’t toady. Eating dirt never got anyone anything. Look at Russia! Your affectionate father, William Soule.

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Johnnie patted the tree as if it were his most intimate friend. “When a tree’s alive, he’s a good sport, I've been sayin’ all night.” “You’ve been saying?” roared Bill. He lost the power of speech. “Come on,” laughed Jack, “ Let's gather leaves—I feel them under my feet—-and make it comfortable in !

here.” Close to the tree outside they found the leaves on top nice and dry. And soon they were snugly curled inside. “Not a dry match in the crowd,” groaned Bill after questioning. ‘We got all those in our pockets wet when we rolled into the water with Johnnie, and forgot to take more dry ones. If we had matches we could warm up at a fire.” 7 “That’s right, blame~me,” said Johnnie, “jist because I sung _ fish-scales, Believe me, I don’t want to hunt for no camp now; I’m as wet as a whale.” There were not many hours to daylight CT TTT TUT TRS TTT Tee eee : “When a Tree Is a ‘Teo (Concluded from page 44)

HSNUUGSAUUGUNEUQUNEGNGE24¢0009002871OTUUOGE ONEONTA they settled down. By cuddling to- gether and drawing the leaves about them, they made themselves quite comfortable in spite of damp clothing. When Johnnie awoke at daybreak, he found Bill was missing. He sat up, Through the opening in the monster tree he could see the crooked army of the dead forest emerging from the shadows of night. He reached out to pat the inside of the friend that had sheltered them,

when “Sycamore, old boy—Sy, you’re a good scout!” “T like trees,” went on Johnnie, “I like a tree when a tree’s a tree.” “Hello, fellows!” came Bill’s call from the top of the slope at the foot of which they had spent the last few hours, “ we're a fine bunch of woodsmen!” “Why?” demanded the others, “We've been shivering and uncomfortable down there, when our camp was right up here within a hundred feet.”

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I have an unusual assortment of MODERATE PRICED STAMPS Foreign and American, I will send approval sheets upon request, DICKSON W. BAKER STAMP CO. 1276 Clinton Place Elizabeth, N. J.

-ILMS DEVELOPED Mail us 15c with any size film for development and 6 velvet prints. Or send 6 negatives any size and 15c for 6 prints. Prompt service. Roanoke Photo Finishing Co., 257 Bell Ave., Roanoke, Va.

50 pesos, 60c. 30U.S. 1, 2 and 3c imperforate stamps, 7c. MID-WEST STAMP CO., Wabash, Ind. 1 M™~XICAN COINS AND i; ¥ Ic. to

CAS Why not earn money out of doors gathering butter-@ flies, insects. I buy hundreds of kinds¥ for collections. Good prices paid. Simple work with my pictures, price list, instructions. Beginners send 10c. coin (NO STAMPS) for my illustrated prospectus. Sinclair, Dealer in In- sects, Dept » Ocean Park, Calif.

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64 FOR SIX YEARS We have furnished CAMP FIRE GIRLS with Cocoa of the same high grade, packed in airtight canisters, with no advance in price CAMP FIRE SOLUBLE COFFEE Put out by LOTOS TEA CONCERN exclusively. Contains nothing but pure coffee of the highest grade. Dissolves completely in cup, when boiling water is poured on it. 36 tins in each case Each tin contains 30 teaspoonfuls. Each tea- spoonful makes one cup of delicious coffee. This means 1080 cups from the 36 tins. to BOY SCOUTS and CAMP FIRE GIRLS we se these caes 0 CAMP FIRE SOLUBLE COSFES at $18.00 a case, less % if paid in 19 days, after receipt of goods, or $16.20. This makes the cost of each cup of coffee one cent and a half exactly. Payable in P. O. Money Order. We prepay express charges. LOTOS TEA CONCERN Warner M. Van Norden Sixty-Two South Street, New York City EAGLE GOVERNESS CART 4 message to all girls and boys— You can have no end of fun if you own a pony outfit— nothing gives the same real pleasure and healthful exercise The possession of a pony teaches self-reliance and alove for animals— We have built pony vehicles exclusively for twenty years, our catalog shows sixty different styles four wheeled pony runabouts, traps, phaetons, surreys and two wheeled carts, for any size pony—also pony harness and pony saddles. Our new pony buggy catalog sent, if requested, for ten cents in stamps, to partly cover costs THE EAGLE CARRIAGE COMPANY, Pony Vehicle Specialists. CINCINNATI, OHIO. SCOUTMASTERS UST OUT— illustrated booklet of new J and practical supplies that will greatly increase the interest of your boys in the Scout Programme. SEND FOR IT TODAY PINE TREE EQUIPMENT Trek Carts, Helio- Yracking Irons, graph, Plane Table Port. Radio Appa- and Map Making ratus, Wireless Outfits, Ree’g Stations for Signal Flag Sets, Summer Camps. MASON & PARKER MEG. CO. 15 School St., Room 67 Boston, Mass, STAMMER If you somes attend no 2 mag schooltill you get my big new FREE book and special rate. argest | ac —yoten yo ful schoolin the we rid wing allforms of de advanced natural r 1. Writetoday. North Westera ‘Sebool for Stammerers, ee. " “232gGrand Ave., Milwaukee, Wis. JASS PINS-RINGS 7 FROM FacTORY Tf OUR NEW CATALOG WITH 600 - THE LATEST UP-TO-DATE DESIGNS FREE. K. GROUSE Co. Cc. 46 Bruce Ave., North Attleboro, Mass, Yeu can be quickly cured, if you STAMMER Send 10 cents coin or stamps for70-page book on Stam. mering and Stuttering, “Its Canse and Cure.” It tells how I cured myseif after stammering for 20 years. Benjamin N. Bogue, 118 Bogne Building, Indianapolis ow learn Tax | iderm: ‘the wendertul ented pountin birds, | , tanning skins, etc. Learn athome, = tellahow. Mount Dee orate home and den. profits. Join our mail. The free book = 7 trophies. Interes: , fascinatin student | : Photographic Contest Rules 5 1 nuteerennenn ELGIUM is planning to follow the exam- ple set by Greece in issuing a special series of postage stamps in connection with the Olympiad. For the seventh time Olympic games are to be held—at Antwerp during the months of August and Septefnber—and you boys who read follow the sporting pages closely are aware that the United States is planning to be represented by Uncle Sam’s foremost athletes. In commemoration of the revival which were interrupted dur- of these games, ing the World War, the Belgian Ministry of Posts and Telegraphs is preparing a stamp least three denom- the designs will be one, a runner, on on the third, a Each label will centimes over contain at course character—on quadriga, and discobolus. of five will and of set which inations, of athletic another, a man throwing a be sold at an advance face value, the extra amount t» be devoted to the fund being raised to aid Belgium’s soldiers disabled during the war. In 1896, and again in 1906, Greece issued Olympic Games stamps. A* airplane stamp is expected to appear in Canada sometime during the summer, denomination and design yet to be an- nounced. It will be recalled in August, 1918, airpost service was inaugurated in the Dominion and a special “stamp” was _ is- sued. At first this was generally accepted as a legitimate postal label, but it later de- look veloped that philatelists would never upon the “stamp” as one worthy of a place in albums. In some European countries to- day this label is still believed to have been officially circulated by the Canadian Gov- ernment; but no less an authority on stamps than Fred. J. Melville says that this air service was not instituted by the Dominion Federal authorities. ‘“*Solely in order to gain experience,” Mr. Melville explains re- garding this twenty-five cent black and red label, “the Minister of Posts permitted the Aero Club of Canada to carry ordinary cor- respondence from Toronto to Ottawa and vice versa, abandoning, for the occasion, his exclusive right of carrying letters within the boundaries of Canada and at the same time permitting the Aero Club to use a special stamp. It was to be affixed on the back of the letters, and was to be sold by the Aero Club itself, at a price fixed by him, for the benefit of charities.” It is significant that Scott's catalogue does not chronicle this air adhesive. Meanwhile, decided not Peace stamp. it is reported that Canada has to issue either a Victory or a This will be a disappointment to philatelists. —— has chosen a curious excuse for 4 getting rid of stocks of Red Cross labels which, issued during the war, have been lying unsold in this principality’s postal archives, A wedding was commemorated, and thereby lies a story of interest to col- lectors. It was in 1919 that Monaco circulated a series of charity labels—2 centimes plus 3 centimes lilac; Sc. plus Sc. green; 15c, plus 1%. rose; 25e. plus 15¢c. blue; 50c. plus 50c. brown; 1 frane plus 1 france yellow, and 5 fr. plus 5 fr. dull red. These stamps paid postage up to the original face value, the extra amount being devoted to war charities; for example, the 2c. plus 3c. paid 2 centimes worth of postage, and the extra “followed : tu Scouting must be related These instructions 1. Pictures must be directly or indirectly. Directly: Activities of scouts, hiking, campaign work, etc. Indirectly: Animal and other nature studies. 2. Photographs for any contest must reach the editor before the 10th of the second month preceding the date of publication: that is, pictures for the September contest must reach us before July 10. The competi- tion is open to all readers of BOYS’ LIFE. %. Name and address of sender should be written on back of picture. Pictures with- out names will not be considered. Do not send letters. Do not send negatives. 4. Pictures will not be returned unless a stamped addressed envelope is enclosed. 5. The Art Editor of BOYS’ LIFE will act as judge of the photographs submitted. 6. A prize of $5.00 will be awarded to the picture or group of pictures from one contes- tant judged the best and a dollar will be paid for every other photograph accepted and pub lished. Photographs accepted and nublished become the property of BOYS’ LIFE Po _ male appear >) we wee Ol a ; ass; 8 centimes received from the purchaser was for Red Cross purposes. When the war closed the Monaco postal authorities possessed many “ leftovers,” or unsold stamps. Then, on March 20 of this year, the daughter of Prince Albert, the rul- ing executive, was married. Here was an opportunity, some mentally-awake postal of- cial decided, to get rid of some of those “leftovers.” So a surcharge reading “ 20 mars 1920" was placed upon the 15c. plus 10c., the 25c. plus l5c., the 50c. plus 50c. and the 1 fr. plus 1 fr., and they were sold respectively for 15, 25 and 5c. and 1 fr., the original values. The same surcharge with 2c. + 3c. was placed upon the 15c. plus 10c., the 25c. plus 15c., and the 50c. plus 50c.: and the same 20 mars 1920 overprint, together with 5c. +5c¢., was placed upon the 1 fr. plus 1 fr. and the 5 fr. plus 5 fr. The new surcharges of denomination enabled the postal authorities to sell some of the higher values at the lower price indicated by the fresh overprints. In all, nine new varieties have been thus created, and the numbers of them circulated are so small that the stamps are said to be selling at ten to twenty times their face value, All of which is looked upon by philatelists as a bold attempt to speculate with these stamps at the direct expense of collectors throughout the world. We may take pride in the fact that Uncle Sam does not stoop to such practices. He keeps his philatelic house in order! oa the list of cities is extend- XZ ing where special cancellations are being placed upon the United States 3 cent stamped envelopes in order to convert them into 2 cent ones, as explained recently by the editor. Philadelphia, Des Motnes, Indian- apolis, St. Paul and Seattle may be added to this list, which already included New York, Chicago, Cleveland, sjoston, Washington, Cincinnati, St. Louis and other cities. All these surcharge-varieties are going to com- prise interesting collections, though it probable that few of them will attain great philateliec worth. OLLECTORS will recall that when Tnele Sam first issued an airpost stamp, which was in May of 1918, 24 cents was the denom- ination chosen, the colors being red, white and blue. They will recollect, too, that through a mistake a sheet of 100 of the 24 cent airpost stamps was printed with the central design, an airplane, up-side-down. They have read, also, how Col. E. H. R. Green, son of the late “‘ Hetty” Green, the “richest woman in the world.” obtained pos- Session of this sheet, and how subsequently he broke the sheet and sold some of the inverts individually at $250 each. The question was asked at that time: Is it worth while paying high as $250 for one of these stamps? 18 any as The answer to that query was given re- cently at a stamp auction. One of these in- verts was put up for sale and brought a price of $675, or nearly three times that at which Col. Green dis sposed of some of his rarities. It is interesting to note that Scott's 1920 catalogue does not place any price on this error; the reason is that the company which publishes the book has none of these inverts in stock. Hence, because it has none to sell, specify at this rarity. unfair to to sell be manifestly ought fairly it would what others tone Hunn n “ wn Short ey Canteen Rules Thoensngarannnesscery oS 1. For the best story, essay or article on one of the following subjects: Scouting, Na- ture, Camping, Athletics or School, submit- ted by a reader of BOYS’ LIFE each month, a prize of $5.00 will be given. Poems not considered. 2. Any reader of BOYS’ LIFE under eighteen years of age may compete. 3. Stories, essays or articles must be not over 1500 words in length. 4. Manuscripts must typewritten, or written legibly in ink on one side of the paper only, and folded, not rolled. 5. The name and address and age of the author and, if a scout, his troop number, should appear in the upper right-hand corner of the first page of manuscript. 6. With every manuscript a stamped and self-addressed envelope for its return should be enclosed. Only manuscripts thus accom- panied will be returned. 7. Manuscripts must be marked For the Short Story Contest and must reach us by the tenth of the second month preceding the date of 8. The iudges of issue, Editors of BOYS’ the manuscripts LIFE will act submitted. as BOYS’ LIFE {No advertisements for this column are acceptea unless they meet the approval of an expert ir stamp mattcrs. Kindly report any unsatisfactory service, ] BONANZA BARGAIN OFFER 51 different stamps, packet 5 unused, China ship set, 2 scarce animal stamps, large $1.00 U. S. revenue, perfora- tion gauge, millimetre scale, ruler and price lists.All only = — approvals. British Colonies, ete. Large dis. Fennell Stamp Co., Dept. L, Fullerton Bldg.,St. Louis. Mo, The most important stamp journal is THE ALBERMARLE STAMP COLLECTOR Sample copy free, and approval selection of war stamps of Europe to those who are entitled to credit. ALBERMARLE STAMP CO. collector’s Bethlehem, Pa, Here’s a chance for in your stamp album. approval sheets which contain stamps ef pesticular countries el stam; of r v teresting se: Ds are varieties to help you select an j rite us today, ving the name of some responsibl and we — olf Re several approval sheets of the } nica you wan “scorr STAMP AND COIN C 33 West 44th Street omen YORK *“‘TEAM -WORK’’— value; we apply it to stamp collecting; write and ask us—we'll teil you how, and send _ some stamps OD approval that'll make your eyes stick out CONCORD STAMP CLUB, Box 3, Concord, N. H, you to fiil that gap every scout knows Its 50 all different, British Guiana, Cuba, : China, India, Jamaica, Japan, Portugal, Venezuela, etec., only 10c.; 100 all different 15c: 1000 all different, fine collection in itself, $5; 100 different U. §, 30c.; 1000 hinges 10c. Age witd.. 50 per cent com. List free! I BUY STAMP OVE STAMPS! L. B. D R OVERLAND, MO. STAMPS 50 all different. Transvaal, Brazil Peru, Cuba, we oven Java, etc., and bum, 10c. 1000 finely mixe finely mixed, 40c; 50 different a7) S. 25e; 1000 hiages, 10e. Agents wanted. 50 per cent List Free I buy stamps. (€.STEGMAN; 5951 Cote Brilliante Ave.; St. Louis, Mo. 158 ‘ Genuine Foreign Stamps—Mexico War Issues. Venezuela, Salvador and India Guatemala, China et Only 10c. sore Sheets! 50 to60 er ce *ENTS WANTED. : hee We Buy Stamps. HUSSMAN STAMP CO., Service. Big 72-p Established 25 years. Dept. 78, ST. LOUIS, Mo, 25 different 10 U.S. 1902 10¢., U. S. with 60% approvals 10 U. S. 1908 10¢, 10 U. tary 1908-1900 10c. 100 different U. 8. oho. Any of the following at 25c. each. 50 different Asfla, 40 different North America (no U. 8.), 40 different South America, 35 different Australia, 80 different Europe. The 5 packets for $1.00. Cc. SEIDENBERG, BEECHER, enclose 2c. - Documen- ILL. 20 Unused Foreign Stamps Stamps Free from many countries, free. Postage 2c. Mention thig paper. Large album, l5c. List of 1000 stamps at %e¢ each and 1500 stamps at lc. each. If possible send names 2 collectors. We buy stamps. QUAKER STAMP CO., TOLEDO OHIO DISCOUNT .|.:;7" of desirable stamps on approval at 70 per cent. discount from standard catalogue Prices. Reference required — Boy Scout membership sufficient - Emory Renoll, Dept. K, Hanover, Penna. STAMP 105 China, Egypt, Etc., Stamp Diction- A ary, list of 3000 Bargains and Coupons, fa 2c. Stamp Album, over 500 illustrations, with dates, names of countries, etc., 3e. Bigger ones, 1 2c, 35c , 90c, $2.00. Illus. world catalog of ‘stamps A. BULLARD & CO., 446 Tremonti 15Sc. Stp. Book 3c. porte: rs; album manfacturers. Department A9, BOSTON, MASS. FREE—DANDY PACKET STAMPS— Big List, Cou- pons, Hinges, Ete. free to Approval Applicants, giving name and address of 2 or more COLLECTORS, and 2c postage. AGENTS make MONEY now, WRITE TODAY. 50'¢ og Special Offers—100 Dif. Stamps 12c; 200 Dif. 22c; 300 Dif. 62c; 400 Dif. $1.02; 500 Dit. $1.37; The U. T. K. Stamp Co., Utica, N. Y. 50 diff. Brit. Colonies or 30 diff. French Colonies for 25 cents. 65 stamps free to applicants for approvals. Postage 2 cents. R. H,. LASCHINGER 3714 Worth Street Dallas, Tex. ALLFOR 20 DIFFERENT STAMPS FROM 20 DIFFERENT countries, 10 unused stamps and 2 8c Malay States (Tigers), a bargain, send your order today FOYE STAMP COMPANY. Dept. L. DETROIT, MICHIGAN. 65 Different Foreign Stamps from 65 Different Foreign Countries. Including Africa, Asia, Australia, Europe, West Indies, etc., and our pamphlet which tells you “How to make your collection of stamps properly” FOR O ONLY 16 CENTS—A BIG BARGAIN. Queen City Stamp & Coin Co. Room 35, 604 Race Street, Cincinnati, Ohio. 50 All different foreign stamps, 10c¢ Not the usual common varieties. 30 different U. S., 10¢c. Try these two packets and ask for our lists and approval plam EMPIRE STAMP CO., 849 Freema» St., New York City Collect Weselon Copper and ve eau ial kel Coins A fascinating dignified hobby that you can ride all your life Coins were invented about 2600 years ago and have been issued ever since. Start with the modern common ones List free = Standard Coin Ca.. Dep. A., 6310 S. Campbell Av., Chicago XUM THE 32 sa

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nant TTT nani , iis PUUATTAUAVIUMMMUE AT TEAAUAGSHLE TARA AAMC AANA SPIE HI nm ip Prson amps A FEW YEARS AGO A FELLOWS COAT USED LOOK LIKE ‘THIS WHEN JULY 4TH HAD PASSED ™ LESS LIKE THIS AND HIS PANTS WERE MORE oR. 4/73 ~~ WHILE THE Regt OF HIS” PRESENTED THIS APPEARANCE x ‘ad Pee Ewe Pe rar Ne he, $i isf ae ey Ay NS > THIS Wi IN WAS THEIR ONLY FURTHER USE Now UNIFORM A Boy FOURTH IN DOINC PYS IN PATRIOTIC PREPARED Fe A Boy $cout IN OFFICIAL $Co : i TTT HUI Hilililithd ULY the 4th and every scout looking swell in his new uniform. Both scout and uniform prepared, the scout prepared for the 4th, the 5th and all the other days of all the other months, and the uniform prepared to stand all the strain the hustling scout will give it. the uniform The material used in the official uni- form of the Boy Scouts of America has been selected after most careful investi- gation, including thirty days’ sun test, and the acid and strength tests. It is guaranteed by the manufacturers as well as by National Headquarters when properly handled in washing against fading or shrinking. All guaranteed gar- ments have the official seal of the Boy Scouts of America, and cases of unsatis- factory service should be reported, with a written statement of the process fol- lowed in washing. nnn one of official scout uniforms. ‘* Be Prepared,’ Scouts! HOtremnsecevaneneusuenaacensseneaeanaeiaty Send for free Scout Booklet —“ How to Wash and Care for Your UniformProp- erly.” sunt Of course the scout is one of the B. S. A. and Established in 1884. The Sigmund Eisner Company has grown to be the largest plant in the world for the manu- facture of uniforms of every description. It now comprises 33 FACTORIES IN ALL. Besides’ Scout Uniforms and _ all requisites such as BELTS, HATS, LEG- GINGS, Etc., the SIGMUND EISNER COMPANY makes tens of thousands of the OFFICIAL UNITED STATES ARMY UNIFORMS. } HAUL INN IOI AAT NT AAU HAA Hil WT i} Factories—Red Bank, New Jersey WINN and = jern = Wil 1 mn ee ee ee nnn nnn it Vn NTI => yn MURANO TTT TT MTT TT Ta 7 1 i mM MTT ATT wnt! = ii | | | | | i WT sill i NIH Hill HI AUT TUVALU LUELLA TTT XUM

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They’re off for a good time! Why don’t you form your own | FISK Bicycle Club —_— “runs” like these, camping trips, club meetings, etc., with your own best chums are heaps of fun! Get your friends together and start a club—80,000 other boys have already doneso. Free club caps, pennants, buttons, club maga- zines, etc. Start today! Write today for free booklet, “How To Form A Fisk Bicycle Club.” Address: Fisk Club Chief, Chicopee Falls, Mass. FISK JUVENILE So oe ee - W YORK XUM