MAKING CAMP.
Carl, the German boy, was dozing again upon the wagon-seat. When they
awoke him he grumbled a little, but they did not ask him to assist in
unloading, knowing that he would simply be in the way. It required only
a few minutes to remove the boxes, bales and bundles, which were piled
together promiscuously.
“Is there a spring near by, Carl?” asked Grant.
“Vot does a spring vant uf you?” returned the German lad in surprise.
“We must have water to drink.”
“Vater? Goot cracious! Didt you oxpect to up drink der whole lake right
avay soon?”
“Not exactly, but we weren’t right sure it was suitable for drinking
purposes. It’s all right, is it?”
“Vale, it vas vet, undt uf you drink it I don’t peliefe it vill
disagreement by you. Howefer, uf it didt not like you, there vas a
spring in der voods pack somevhere. I could not say how near it vas
avay.”
“Well,” laughed Rod, “although that’s plenty indefinite, I reckon we can
find it. You’ll come early in the morning with the butter, eggs and
milk, will you?”
“Yah, der putter, eggs undt milks vill pring me early,” assured Carl.
“And then you are to hike to Pemstock and tote our canoe in to us.”
“‘Hike’ and ‘tote’ didt not understood me,” replied Carl; “but I vill go
undt dot canoe get tomorrow as soon as possibility.”
“That’s what I mean,” said Grant.
As the German boy gathered up the reins to back the wagon round, Piper
stepped forward and checked him with an uplifted hand.
“Stay,” said Sleuth. “Pause a moment. Would you inform us if there are
any dangerous wild beasts in this virgin forest? Are there likely to be
animals prowling about against whose attack we should keep a nocturnal
vigil?”
“Vot vas dot, a dog?” asked Carl wonderingly. “Didt you mean vas you to
keep a dog to out vatch for vild animals? I didt not observation dot you
had a dog aroundt anyvhere. Maype, howefer, you have vun your pocket
in.”
Sleuth shook his head sadly. “It’s evident,” he returned, “that you are
not wise to the delicate shadings of the English language. By a
nocturnal vigil I mean a night watch.”
“Oh, yah,” nodded Carl. “Now I understooded it. You haf a night vatch
your pocket in, in order dot der time can see you ven it iss dark. I
peliefe maype it vas a goot kindt uf a vatch to have.”
“You haven’t answered my interrogation concerning the before-mentioned
dangerous wild animals,” persisted Piper, unheeding the half suppressed
merriment of his companions. “Are there any around these parts?”
“Last vinter,” was the answer, “my oldt man he didt see der feetprints
uf a gouger, undt dot gouger didt off carry vun uf our sheeps.”
“A gouger?” cried Sleuth. “What is that?”
“It vas a gouger; a vild peast mit four feets undt claws undt two eyes
undt teeth undt a goot appetite for meat undt plood.”
“A-a-ah!” breathed Sleuth, with a long, shuddering intake of his breath.
“I knew there must be such ferocious creatures in this wild and desolate
wilderness, but what a gouger can be has got me guessing.”
“Perhaps,” suggested Grant, “he means a cougar.”
“Dot peen vot I said already,” persisted the German boy. “Vale, I must
along go uf I vill home get pefore dark. Goot py, undt don’t let dot
gouger catch you.”
Turning with some difficulty, he drove away into the stilly woods, the
bumping and creaking of the old wagon drifting back to the ears of the
campers a long time after it had disappeared from view. Ere those sounds
fully died out Piper brought forth his jack-knife, hastily cut open one
of the burlap-covered bundles, and extracted a hatchet, with which he
attacked one of the smaller wooden boxes.
“Here, what are yeou tryin’ ter do?” cried Crane. “Don’t go ter stavin’
up that box; we may need it. What be yeou after?”
“The ammunition—the cartridges for the gun,” palpitated Piper. “As a
means of defense against a ravenous cougar, the weapon is practically
null and void unless loaded.”
Stone seized the hatchet and wrested it from the hand of the agitated
youth. “When we’re ready to open that box,” he said, “we’ll do so
without smashing it into kindling, for we’re going to need it again when
we pack up. Have some sense, Sleuth. There are no cougars in these
parts.”
“Nun-never heard of one,” said Springer. “There might be woodchucks or
hedgehogs, or even, sometimes, a wildcat; but I’ll bub-bub-bet nobody
ever saw a cougar around here.”
“Nevertheless,” declared Sleuth grimly, “I intend to stand on guard
tonight with this loaded weapon. Many a foolish, reckless man has lost
his life by carelessness in the wild regions of an unknown land.”
“As fur as I’m consarned,” said Crane, “yeou can stand on guard if yeou
want to; but when it comes time to turn in, you’ll see me hittin’ the
blanket.”
“The first thing to be done,” said Grant, who seemed to be the natural
leader of the party, “is to pitch our tent and prepare for supper. Let’s
choose a camping spot. I reckon it won’t be hard to find a good one
here.”
“What’s the mum-matter with this place right where we are?” asked
Springer. “It’s all cleared up excepting a few rocks, and it’s pretty
near level.”
“I judge we can find a better place,” was the opinion of the Texan.
“This is too far back on the point; we should get out where we can feel
more of the breeze, which will help to drive away flies and winged
insects. Furthermore, this is in a slight hollow that would get mighty
wet if it rained hard. We must look out for drainage in case of rain. I
think I can see a good place.”
The spot he chose needed to be cleared of some low bushes and a few
small loose rocks that were not difficult to remove. By using that
location, as Rod explained, not only would they get the benefit of
whatever breeze might be stirring and have dry ground beneath them if it
rained, but the tent could be so pitched that the early morning sun
would shine full upon the front of it, and some near-by trees would
provide cool shelter throughout the warm middle hours of the day.
Furthermore, two low, flat-topped rocks, at a distance of some fifteen
feet from where the tent would stand, formed a sort of triangle, which,
partly closed in with some more stones that might be found near by,
could readily be made, with the aid of the sheet-iron top they had
brought, into a combined cook-stove and fireplace. Four or five feet
from the rocks grew three stout saplings, likewise in a triangle and
close enough together so that, by nailing cross-pieces to them and
spanning those cross-pieces with boards from one of the boxes, a handy
cook’s table might be constructed in a few minutes.
The boys listened to Rodney with increasing respect for his judgment and
sound horse sense.
“Gall dinged if yeou don’t seem to know jest haow to do these things,
Texas,” drawled Crane. “I guess we’ll foller yeour lead.”
“All right,” nodded Grant briskly. “Do you know how to rustle firewood?”
“I was brung up on a farm, and I cal’late I know as much abaout the
different kinds of wood as anybody here.”
“Then get the axe out of that bundle Piper cut open and go foraging for
wood. Stone, can you cook any at all?”
“Not much,” confessed Ben; “but I suppose I can fry bacon, and that’s
about all the cooking there’ll be to do tonight.”
“That’s right. We’ve bread and some canned stuff. You can get out the
stove top and cooking utensils and build the fireplace, with the help of
Piper, who will bring such extra stones as you may need. Springer, I
reckon you and I had better clear away here, unpack the tent and get it
ready for pitching. When we need the others we can call them to give us
a helping hand.”
In this manner he set them all at work, and, to their credit, every
fellow took hold with a will. While Springer and Grant were ripping up
the small bushes by the roots, removing the loose stones and smoothing
out the ground for the tent floor, Piper, red-faced and grunting,
brought rocks for Stone to build the fireplace, and, that being done,
aided him in constructing the cook’s table. The ring of Crane’s axe
resounded through the near-by woods, and presently he appeared with a
huge armful of dry sugar maple cut from a fallen tree.
“If this ain’t as good firewood as anybody can find araound here,” he
said, dropping it on the ground near the fireplace, “I’ll eat every
stick of it.”
“Where’s the axe?” questioned Grant.
“I left her stickin’ in the log.”
“Get it. Cut a chopping block if you can find anything suitable, and
bring it along with the axe, which we’ll need when we come to drive the
stakes for pitching the tent. I don’t reckon it’s a good plan to leave
an axe out in the woods away from camp.”
Two minutes later the strokes of the axe were again ringing through the
woods, and in less than quarter of an hour Crane reappeared with the
implement in his hand, rolling along the ground before him a chopping
block, which he had cut from the small sugar maple.
By this time the fireplace was constructed and a fire already started in
it. Furthermore, the cook’s table was almost ready for use. The tent had
been unpacked, shaken out and spread on the ground with the ridgepole
lying in position beneath it. At each end of the tent lay the uprights,
ready to be raised into position. The axe and the smaller hatchet were
placed handy for use at either end of the tent, after which the tent fly
was spread in its proper place, with the loops of the long guys over the
front and rear pole pins. Stout stakes had been driven at both ends of
the tent, and to these the guy ropes were made fast. The loops at the
four corners of the tent were likewise made fast to stakes, the pins of
the uprights were slipped through the ridgepole ends, and Grant
announced that everything was ready for the raising.
It is probable that the fellow who has never pitched a tent in the woods
will not understand the thrill of that moment which was experienced by
the young campers as, directed by Grant, they placed themselves in
position to hoist away. As only four were required for this part of the
work, Piper stood back and awaited orders. The others, two at each end,
grasped the front and rear uprights and lifted the ridgepole, bearing
the tent and fly. As soon as convenient, two of the boys slipped inside
and seized the poles to assist, after which the uprights were hoisted
into a vertical position. Those within remained holding them thus until
the four corners were carried out and made fast to the ground pins.
After this, the tent being thus temporarily secured, all went about the
work of setting the guy pins and making the ropes fast to them.
The wall pins were next driven into place and the walls roped down to
them. Then the fly was lifted to a proper height and guyed off, Piper
keeping busy assisting to make everything staunch and taut.
“There she is, fellows,” said Grant proudly, stepping away and running
his fingers through his damp hair, “and it sure is my opinion that for a
bunch of novices we’ve made a right good job of it. She stands as square
and true as anybody could ask, and I opine she’ll provide shelter as
long as we want it, in any kind of weather.”
“You bub-bet,” exulted Springer. “Don’t it look fine? It’s a dandy,
fellows.”
“The teepee is erected,” said Piper.
“What be we goin’ to call our camp?” asked Crane.
“Let’s call it Camp Oakdale,” suggested Stone.
“That’s it; that’s the name,” cried the others.
“A cheer, then, for Camp Oakdale,” proposed Grant.
They responded right lustily.