THE PUNSTER MAKES A FIND.
When Marion Stanlock selected the term High Peak as her Camp Fire
name, her deliberations carried her back from Hiawatha Institute to
the scene of most of the years of her child life in Hollyhill.
Confronted with the task of choosing a name, she first consulted her
ideals to determine what associations she wished to have in mind when
in after years she recalled the motive and circumstances of her
selection.
Home surroundings had always had much of beauty for Marion. From the
beginning of his business career, Mr. Stanlock had had a large income
and was able to supply his family with many of the expensive luxuries,
as well as all the so-called necessities of life. But for Marion the
artificial luxuries had little special attraction. She accepted them
as a matter of course, but that is about all the claim they had upon
her. She enjoyed the use of her father's automobiles, but she wondered
sometimes at the scheme of things which entitled her to an electric
runabout or a limousine and a chauffeur, while thousands of other
quite as deserving girls were not nearly as well favored.
The ability and the disposition to look at things occasionally from
this point of view contributed much to the generosity of Marion's
nature. She was a favorite among rich and poor alike, except among
those rich who could "understand" why the wealthy ought to be
specially favored, and those poor too narrow and circumscribed to
credit any wealthy person with genuine generosity.
Being of this artless and unartificial trend of mind, Marion must
naturally turn to either nature or human merit for the selection of
her Camp Fire name. She was not sufficiently mature to pick a poetic
idea from the achievements of men, and so it fell to nature to supply
a quaint notion as a foundation for her "nom-de-fire."
Seated in her room at Hiawatha Institute one evening, Marion cast
about her mental horizon for some scene or association in her life
that would suggest the desired name. The first that came to her was
the picture of a towering mountain, conspicuous not so much for its
actual loftiness as for its deceptive appearance of great height. In
all her experiences at home, it had never occurred to Marion to think
of this individual portion of prehistoric geologic upheaval as a mass
of earth and stones. She thought of it only as the most beautiful
expression of nature she had ever seen, graceful of form, rich in the
seasons' decorations.
This mountain was probably about as slender as it is possible for a
mountain to be. Compared, or contrasted, with a nearby and
characteristic mountain of the range, it was as a lady's finger to a
telescoped giant's thumb. High Peak, as the tapering sugar-loaf of
earth was called, was located west of Hollyhill, close to the town. In
fact the portion of the city inhabited by the main colony of miners'
families was built on the sloping ground that formed a foothill of the
mountain.
And so when Marion named herself as a Camp Fire Girl after this
mountain she had in mind an ideal expressed in the first injunction of
the Law of the Camp Fire, which is to
"Seek Beauty."
High Peak was her ideal of beauty and grandeur. It stood also, with
her, for lofty aspiration. Thus she pictured the physical
representation of the name she chose as a member of the great army of
girls who seek romance, beauty, and adventure in every-day life.
On the day when the Flamingo Camp Fire arrived at Hollyhill, another
train pulled in at the principal station several hours earlier. It
came from the same direction and might, indeed, have borne the
thirteen girls and their guardian if they had seen fit to get up early
enough to catch a 3 o'clock train.
But the thirteen girls would have been much interested if they could
have beheld the eight boy passengers as they got off in a group and
looked around to see if there was anyone at the depot who knew any of
them.
Relieved at the apparent absence of anybody who might recognize the
one of their number whose home was in Hollyhill or another who had
been a frequent visitor there, the eight boys hastened to a corner
half a square away from the depot and boarded a street car that was
waiting for the time to start from this terminal point. The car
started almost immediately after they had seated themselves, moving in
a southwesterly direction through the business section of the city and
then directly west toward High Peak, passing along the northern border
of the mining colony and then making a curve to the north through a
more prosperous residence district.
The eight boys all wore Scout uniforms. They were the full membership
of one Spring Lake patrol, the leader of which was Ernest Hunter,
whose home was in Hollyhill, and who had invited all the Scouts of his
patrol to be his guests during the holidays. This invitation followed
the receipt of information that Marion Stanlock had invited the
members of her Camp Fire to spend the Christmas holidays with her.
Ernest Hunter was well prepared to entertain his guests in real scout
fashion. His parents' home was not large enough to afford sleeping
quarters and other ordinary conveniences for seven visitors in
addition to the regular personnel of the family, but the boy had taken
care of this deficiency long before he had ever dreamed that it might
occur. The Hunter home included a large tract of land running clear up
to the foot of the mountain, which, at this point, was rocky and
covered with a plentiful growth of white pine, hemlock and black
spruce. Hidden behind an irregular heap of boulders and a small timber
foreground was a cave, formed by nature and nature's anarchistic
elements, that could not fail to delight the most fastidious
wonder-seeker. The entrance was about the size of an ordinary doorway,
flanked by twin boulders like columns for an arched shelter. Within
was a large room with fairly smooth walls and ceiling of Silurian rock
and sandstone.
The cave as it now appeared would hardly have been recognized by its
aboriginal frequenters. It had been converted into a place of civil
abode or resort, retaining only enough of its pristine wildness for
romantic effect. Ernie Hunter had done his work well. He had provided
for heat for the cave by running a galvanized stovepipe up through a
crevice in the rocks and filling with stones and cement all the
surrounding vents to guard against the draining in of water from the
mountain side. He also collected and stored at home a supply of old
mattresses, blankets, kitchen utensils, a laundry stove, and other
domestic conveniences usable in a place of this kind. A week before
vacation he wrote thus to his 12-year-old brother, Paul:
"I'm going to bring seven boys home with me. We are going to spend the
vacation in the mountains, with the cave as headquarters. Will you
have the stove hauled there and set up and keep a fire in it a good
deal of the time to dry the place out thoroughly? We will come to
Hollyhill on an early train, so as to have plenty of time to haul the
mattresses and other outfittings to the cave and get it ready for
habitation. We will all have guns and will have some great times
shooting game. Of course, you will be in on all this."
Paul did as requested. When the patrol arrived at the Hunter home, he
reported to his brother that the latter's instructions had been
carried out and all was in readiness for the removal of the outing
outfit from the storeroom over the garage to the cave. Everything but
the mattresses were piled into Mr. Hunter's seven-passenger touring
car, the eight boys piled in on top and the first run to their holiday
headquarters was made.
As the machine drove up toward the mouth of the cave, the boys were
startled at seeing two rough looking men emerge from the entrance and
slink away to the south, half hidden by the unevenness of the ground
and the thick shrubbery. Their hurried movements and evident desire to
avoid meeting the boys marked them as suspicious characters. Fearing
that they might have committed some malicious act to render the place
uninhabitable, Ernie hastened toward the cave, followed by the other
boys, to make an inspection.
Before entering, however, Ernie, who was the patrol leader, asked four
of the boys to return and watch the automobile. Division of the
patrol with this in view was quickly arranged, and Ernie, Clifford
Long, Harry, Gilbert, and Jerry McCracken proceeded into the cave.
The entrance of the cave was protected against the cold by a heavy
blanket hung over a pole anchored at either end in the rocky side at
the top. Pushing aside this wilderness portiere, the four
investigators stepped in, lighting their way with two or three
electric flash lights.
They were relieved to discover that no damage had been done to the
cave or to the stove set up within. After satisfying themselves on
this score they proceeded to replenish the fire, by putting in several
cuts of spruce, a good supply of which had been provided by Ernie's
brother. The cave was still warm and had been well dried out by the
steady fire kept up by Paul for two or three days.
The entire patrol now reassembled and mapped out a plan for completing
their day's work. It was decided that Ernie should return in the
automobile to his home a mile and a half away and bring the mattresses
and a supply of food that was being prepared for them at the house,
while the others took upon themselves the task of cutting a supply of
brushwood to lay on the floor of the cave as a kind of spring support
for the mattresses. Accordingly Ernie got into the machine and drove
away, while the other boys got busy with the task assigned to them.
The patrol leader returned, in less than an hour, accompanied by Paul
and a farm hand employed by Mr. Hunter. They brought with them not
only four mattresses, but the shotguns and rifles shipped by the boys
from the academy for their mid-winter hunting. Ernie announced that
their trunks and valises also had arrived and that George, the farm
hand, would return for them in the automobile.
The work progressed rapidly and by the time the trunks and valises
arrived the mattresses were all in position, the food and cooking
utensils were stored away in the narrowest compass of space that could
be arranged for them and a large pile of resinous wood had been
gathered.
It was now 4 o'clock and the boys felt that they were entitled to a
rest. A large boulder with a flat end two and a half feet in diameter
was rolled into the cave and propped into position, with slabs of
stone for a table. On this was placed a large kerosene lamp, which,
when burning, lighted up the cave very well. A supply of camp chairs
had been brought with the first load, so that everybody had a seat.
"I call this something swell, from the point of view of a smart rustic
who hasn't absorbed any city nonsense," observed Miles Berryman,
seating himself comfortably in a chair and gazing about with great
satisfaction. "I think, Ernie, that we must all agree that you are a
very wide-awake opportunist."
"Is that the kind of musician who plays an opportune at every
opportunity?" inquired John St. John in a tone of gravity as deep as
the cavern in which they were housed.
"Now, see here, Johnnie Two Times," exclaimed Miles portentously: "you
know what we came near doing to you six months ago for springing that
kind of stuff."
"We came near ducking him in the lake," reminded Earl Hamilton.
"Yes," continued Miles in the attitude of a stage threat, "and if we
can't find a lake around here we can find a deep snowdrift to throw
him into."
"I wonder if he catches the drift of that argument," said Clifford
Long, with a wink at Miles.
"He not only catches it, but he understands, and hence he does snow
drift (does know drift) of what the menacing Miles means," declared
John, who had long answered to the nickname of "Johnnie Two Times,"
because of the combination of baptismal and family names by which he
was legally known.
A roar of pun-protesting groans filled the cavern, and as several of
the boys arose in attitudes of vengeance, the punster made a dive for
the exit and disappeared beyond the blanket portiere. None of the
protestors followed. They did not feel like engaging in any vigorous
sport following the strenuous exercises they had had.
Five minutes later "Johnnie Two Times" returned. One glance at his
face was sufficient guarantee that he had lost all his punning
facetiousness. He held in his hand a bit of paper which he laid on the
stone table by the lamp.
"Read that, boys!" he exclaimed, excitedly. "I found it outside. Those
men must have dropped it. They're after Mr. Stanlock--going to hold
him up."
The ten other boys needed no second bidding. They crowded around so
eagerly that nobody could read.
"Here, I'll read it aloud," said Clifford, picking up the paper and
holding it close to the lamp. Here is what he read:
"I will bring Old Stanlock along the foothill pike. Will slow up in
the sand stretch. Be there ready to grab him. Jake."
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