CHAPTER III

UNCLE BEN’S DRILL CORPS

Little Nelly Finn had been admitted to the camp at Happy Hills, and

was the happiest little girl there. Never had she seen such grass

and flowers, to say nothing of the big trees and noisy brook in the

Valley of Delight. The day she had stood with a lady, and several other

children waiting for the train that left at noon for Happy Hills, Micky

promised her to save his pennies and come for a visit to the Camp that

Summer. Not only Micky, but Ikey, Skelly, and another boy, who had a

shoe-shine box, agreed to visit Happy Hills.

Nelly was established in the Nest next to Maggie, the Little Mother

of six younger children--Maggie was eleven. Because of her motherly

instincts, Maggie felt a grown-up interest in the newcomers, who were

about Nelly’s age.

“I see you don’t know what to do wid dese girls, Miss Martin,” said

Maggie, the afternoon of the new arrivals, as the Mother Wings of that

particular Nest seemed bewildered and worried.

“This is all new to me, little girl, and I am only here until a

school-teacher can take my place,” replied Miss Martin.

“My name’s Maggie,” suggested the Little Mother.

“How did you know my name?” queried the lady, curiously.

“I heer’n Miss Selina--she’s our Flutey Bird, you know what owns this

place--tell Uncle Ben that six more little gals was comin’ wid a Miss

Martin.”

“Maybe you can tell me where to find Uncle Ben now?” asked the city

lady eagerly.

“Yes’m! He’s beginnin’ a drill fer the boys. They has to grow to be

fine scouts, brave policemen, and extry-brave firemen. You see we’se

goin’ to have a regerler city-run camp here, and Uncle Ben says boys

must know how to proteck folks and guard us against fires and udder bad

t’ings,” explained Maggie.

“That’s fine! Where is the drill to take place? Maybe we can all go

and watch them,” said Miss Martin.

“We kin! I was just washin’ Freddy’s han’s to take him wid me--he’s too

little to leave behind, yeh see.”

Miss Martin’s little flock of six understood _that_ part of life, for

had not each one of them been scrubbed and polished with brown soap and

coarse rags just before leaving the city?

Freddy was soon cleansed from the results of making mud-pies near the

brook, and Maggie triumphantly led the way to the large green clearing

where the drill was to take place. On the way she pointed out other

Nests and explained who occupied them, then she showed Miss Martin the

hospital, or clinic, as Maggie called it.

“Dis Nest next to yourn is goin’ to have some blind kids in it, from

the asylum up in the Bronx. Miss Flutey tol’ me not one of ’em ever saw

anyt’ing on de outside world. She said all dey coul’ see was what was

inside dere minds--do you b’lieve dat?” asked Maggie, doubtfully.

“Oh yes, Maggie. Blind folks have no idea of the exterior world and so

picture it for themselves in their thoughts--that is anyone who has

been born blind and never saw material things.”

“I see!” murmured Maggie, slowly comprehending.

Then passing the next Nest, she continued explaining:

“Them’s where the boys are campin’ just now. All the Nests fer the boys

ain’t done yet, and most of dem have to live up in de row where all dat

noise is comin’ from.”

“How old are the boys already here?” asked Miss Martin.

“Half of ’em are cripples er sickly lookin’ kids what was in a asylum

er hospital, so dat’s why dey ain’t runnin’ aroun’ playin’ ball er

diggin’ farms.”

“After the drill I’d like you to show us the farms,” suggested the lady.

“All right--I’ll show you anyt’ing you likes to see,” replied Maggie,

graciously, but eyeing the six little strangers to see how they took

her importance.

They now reached a rustic bridge spanning the shallow creek, and Nelly

stopped to watch the fascinating ripples flow past under her feet.

“Oh looka! Looka--Miss Martin! Dere’s a fish!” screeched Nelly,

excitedly pointing at some tiny minnows darting about.

The others crowded close to the railing to follow the direction of

Nelly’s pointing finger, and great interest was manifested in the

unusual sight.

“Pooh! One of the bigger boys _caught_ a fish yistiddy! A real live

fish, it was, an’ he said it was swimming in the big crick what comes

from dis little one,” bragged Maggie, proudly.

“Caught a real fish!” gasped the group of astonished city waifs.

“Yep! And lemme tell you’se somet’ing else! Dere are _reel_ berries

a-growin’ on bushes over on dat hillside!” and Maggie pointed at a

sunny slope a short distance from the camp grove.

“My!” chorused most of the little girls.

“An’ birds, an’ bumblebees, an’ snakes, an’--oh, heaps of awful stinger

things what you’se have to run from er jump over!” warned Maggie with

awesome tones and rolling eyes to impress her hearers.

“Snakes won’t sting, Maggie, unless you tease them. And even then there

are many snakes quite harmless. As for a bumblebee! The big, clumsy

fellow is as good-natured as a puppy,” said Miss Martin.

“Say, Miss Martin, you knows an awful lot of stuff, don’t you?”

exclaimed Maggie, admiringly.

“I ought to, Maggie, as I am three times your age. Maybe you will know

more than I do, when you grow up to be my age,” replied the lady,

smiling at the earnest little face.

All during this walk, the other children had been silent, as they were

not yet quite at ease. All was so new and interesting that they had

no words with which to express their feelings, but Maggie had been a

Little Citizen almost two weeks, now, and so felt qualified to act as

official guide to newcomers.

“Mebbe Miss Marting will tell us somet’in’ about a bee er a snake?”

ventured Katy Kronen, a little girl of eight.

“When we get back to the Nest I will tell you all about some snakes

I have seen, and about the bees, too,” promised the Mother Wings, as

they reached the open field where outdoor games and drills were to take

place.

“Dere he is--ain’t he grand?” cried Maggie, excitedly.

“Who--where?” asked several voices.

“Our Uncle Ben--he’s really de Uncle to some kids what live in Oakdale.

Dey made up dis camp, and Miss Selina what’s got a heap of money is

lookin’ after us an’ payin’ de bills. Uncle Ben is her nephew, but

everyone calls him Uncle Ben, ’stead of Mr. Ta’mage, an’ he says he

likes to have so many nieces an’ nephews,” explained Maggie all in one

breath.

Miss Martin now had her first glance at the man she had heard so much

of--not only in the Welfare work but also from the papers at the time

of the Christmas Tree and Easter Picnic in New York.

She saw a tall well-built man with the happiest, cheeriest face she had

ever seen. No wonder everyone liked him so!

Maggie waved a hand energetically to attract his attention, and soon

the man smiled and waved his hat at her.

“Dere now--he’ll come over pritty soon,” sighed Maggie, with sublime

faith in her prophecy.

And sure enough! As soon as Uncle Ben had taken down the names of the

boys who were to enter a squad of Camp Police, he came over to welcome

the lady he had not yet met.

“Dis is my neighbor Mudder Wings, Uncle Ben,” said Maggie by way of

introduction.

The two smiled and felt much more at ease because of such an informal

introduction than if it had been given by a diplomat.

“I have heard of your educational work with the city children,” said

Uncle Ben.

“You have? Why I had no idea it was important enough to be remembered

by such a busy man as you are known to be,” commented Miss Martin.

“It is most important to all who are sincerely interested in the

welfare of our future citizens, because the work you are doing educates

and familiarizes the children with Nature, so that they will grow kind

and affectionate towards things that used to inspire fear and cruelty.

I trust we will be able to keep you here this summer to conduct a

series of Nature talks for the Little Citizens?” said Uncle Ben.

“I should like nothing better, Mr. Talmage, if I do not have to make

my usual summer tour of camps for the purpose of creating an interest

in Nature Study. I sent a few substitutes to try the work this year and

so I may not have to go personally,” rejoined Miss Martin.

“Let’s hope you may remain with us. We have a great work to accomplish

here, Miss Martin.”

“Yes, I can see that. How I should love to be connected with such a

plan, where money is no object, but the welfare of Little Citizens is

the main idea. Now let me see what you plan to do this afternoon with

the boys. I heard it was a drill.”

“Yes, I am just organizing a staff of helpers to look after the general

good of those at camp. Won’t you come over and stand under the shade of

the trees while I give the boys their first lesson?” said Uncle Ben.

So Miss Martin and her little companions followed Mr. Talmage across

the grass to the shady spot he had designated.

“Now boys! Attention! I shall open this first drill by giving you some

good rules to guide your life in camp, and later, the Blue Birds and

Bobolinks are going to distribute cards which they are now printing

with these same rules and regulations.

“First and foremost: You cannot repay the kind people and children who

made this lovely country camp possible for you in a better way than to

show kindness and thoughtfulness to everyone you meet. And when you go

back to the city, to take with you the rule of doing unto others as you

would be done by. If this Golden Rule is obeyed the world will be a

happy place for everyone.

“Every day, and every hour, you will find ways to show your gratitude

to Miss Selina for this camp. It may be that a child is frightened at

something--you can comfort and encourage it. Maybe a boys’ quarrel or

fight is on--you can separate them and make peace. It is more than

likely that someone will use slang or swear words, or call names or use

improper English! You can correct them in a thoughtful way that will

not be resented, but appreciated.

“‘The Guide for Little Citizens’ that we publish in the little magazine

each month, ought to be well known by most of you now--how many here

have had a copy of the magazine?”

Two-thirds of the hands went up and Uncle Ben nodded.

“Well, for the benefit of the few who have not had a copy of our fine

little monthly, I will explain:

“Our general motto is ‘Do something for Somebody.’

“Our seven Nest Resolutions are as follows:

“‘A Little Citizen makes himself useful to others and is loyal to all

friends, relatives, or foes, in thought and deed.

“‘A Little Citizen loves his Country and resolves to be a good citizen.

He loves everything in the land or sea--beast, bird, fish, or insect,

and will not injure or tease them.

“‘A Little Citizen loves and protects the trees, the flowers, and other

growing things in Nature’s creation.

“‘A Little Citizen will care for all beautiful things: books,

pictures, clothing, and everything useful, ornamental, instructive or

entertaining.

“‘A Little Citizen will refrain from discourtesy of any sort; from

using vulgar language or being disobedient. In following these ideals

each one will soon see the great improvement in all.

“‘A Little Citizen resolves to daily seek opportunity to accomplish

some good thing--something that will add to his character-building and

do good to others.

“‘A Little Citizen will help where help is needed, encourage the

unhappy and hopeless, and be true to others as he would be true to his

own best self.’

“If everyone will remember these rules and use them wherever possible,

you will find what a happy camp this will be for each one.

“Now I want to speak of my firemen--a squad of the older boys who can

be our official firemen for the summer camp. For this work I have

chosen the ten boys who are standing at the left, over there. Come

forward, firemen, and let me introduce you to the Little Citizens of

Happy Hills.”

Ten strong boys ranging from nine to twelve years of age now came over

to Uncle Ben’s side and stood eager to hear what he would have to say

to them.

“First of all, I want to tell you--and then have you tell and teach

the campers at Happy Hills--that most of the fires that destroy life

and property are not due to accident as much as to carelessness and

mischief. It is ignorance of what to do in case of a fire that permits

a small blaze to grow into a consuming flame that wrecks blocks of

buildings and wastes millions of dollars worth of property.

“If everyone knew just what to do and did it at once, you can

understand that there would be little danger. Of recent years, the

large schools in cities have introduced a course of lessons that take

up ‘First Aids’ and ‘Presence of Mind’ tests for the children so that

they may be ready to apply such knowledge when needed.

“You have most likely heard the proverb: ‘Fire makes a good servant,

but a bad master.’ Now just as long as we keep fire in its rightful

place to do all sorts of work for us, and to keep us warm in winter,

or to create steam in the water placed on it for many important

services, then fire is the servant. But once let it get the least bit

of headway through neglect, or mischief, or by any other cause, and it

immediately consumes whatever it touches and feeds upon all it burns

so that it becomes a raging demon.

“A child can control a fire in the stove or in a lamp--all one has to

do is to turn down the wick or pull out a damper. But once we let fire

leap from its bounds, we need a force to fight it. And that is what I

expect of you boys. To so train yourselves that in case of emergency,

you will know instantly how to fight the demon, fire.

“To help you all I can, I have invited one of New York’s Fire

Commissioners to visit us shortly and tell you many wise things I do

not know in connection with this work. But long before he comes I want

you to be practicing daily and have sham-fires. I have a hand-engine

waiting in the great barn back of the tool-house, and enough hose to

reach from the brook to any Nest or building in the woods.

“I have also ordered, but they have not yet arrived, a set of small

ladders and hooks and other implements useful in case of fire. All

apparatus for the Fire Department will be kept in this new shed back

of us, and no Little Citizen is ever to be allowed inside this door,

unless it be one of the boys detailed as a fireman.

“You ten boys will have a dark-brown camp-uniform to show you are

Firemen; and in case of a fire you will don the heavy overalls and caps

kept in the Fire-house.”

As Uncle Ben explained the plan and held up a sample fireman’s uniform,

the boys shouted and whistled and clapped with delight, for this sort

of thing was very unusual and gratifying.

“Now, Firemen, you may stand back while I call out our Police Force.

The twelve boys on the right will step up.”

The chosen Firemen retired after being introduced, and the twelve

policemen eagerly ran over to Uncle Ben’s side.

“These are to be our official policemen in camp. They are going to

be taught all that a policeman needs to do and know, and they are

responsible for the laws and good reputation of Happy Hills. If anyone

needs help or advice about matters here or in any personal problem, the

policeman must give what aid he can.

“The police must see that rules and regulations are carried out to the

letter, and all games, drills, or other public gatherings must be

ordered by them, and all nuisances removed.

“If a member of either Fire Department or Police Force is disloyal to

his fellow-man or breaks his vow to live up to the laws governing his

department, he will be discharged, and another boy elected to fill the

vacant place. But I hope no such vacancies will occur.”

Uncle Ben then mentioned other important things and good points in

managing the camp, and told the police he had blue uniforms for them to

wear when on duty. He held up a suit made of blue denim, and a cap to

match, but no clubs were to be given to this police force! Weapons were

tabooed by Uncle Ben.

“Now, boys, I want each of you to ‘do his bit’ in this camp, and to

drill well so that you can give a fine exhibition of your ability when

called upon to use it. I expect the Blue Birds and Bobolinks at Happy

Hills next week, and it will be a great surprise to them to see what we

have accomplished in so short a time.”

The boys quickly agreed to study and practice well, so Uncle Ben smiled

approvingly and called upon a group of girls to step forward. There

were six girls from ten to twelve years of age in one group, and four,

of thirteen years, in another group.

“Here you see six nurses who will have charge of the Little Citizens

who should accidentally be scratched, cut or have any other physical

trouble. These nurses will have the right to go to the infirmary and

use whatever they may need for a patient. But they will have to ask the

grown-up in charge of the infirmary for the needed remedy.

“These nurses will also see that Little Citizens are careful of their

manner of living in camp, and will report anyone who breaks the rules

or is careless of the welfare of others.

“The four big girls you see in the other group are Mother’s Helpers.

Everyone knows what a Mother’s Helper is, and with these four Helpers

to go about and offer help to any little Mother Wings, there ought to

be a chance for everyone to have a good time.

“Take Maggie, for instance! Maggie has six little brothers and sisters

to look after, and they are a handful. Now one of these official

Mother’s Helpers can help Maggie in the morning so that she need not

be late for breakfast on account of having so many little ones to wash

and dress,” explained Uncle Ben, smiling at Maggie.

The latter heaved a deep sigh and said: “Oh t’ank you, Uncle Ben!”

“Tomorrow morning at nine o’clock sharp, the Firemen will drill at this

place, and at ten o’clock the Police Force will meet and drill,” said

Uncle Ben, and the meeting was over for that day.

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