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Boy Scout Series Volume 6
THE BOY SCOUT PATHFINDERS
Or
Jack Danby’s Best Adventure
by
MAJOR ROBERT MAITLAND
C
The Saalfield Publishing Company
Chicago Akron, Ohio New York
Copyright 1912
by
The Saalfield Publishing Co.
CONTENTS
PAGE
I HO! FOR THE ADIRONDACKS 3
II THE LOGGING CAMP 12
III THE OLD SNAKE HUNTER 26
IV THE FIGHT 35
V THE BEAR’S SURPRISE PARTY 42
VI THE PLOT 50
VII TRAPPED IN THE CAVE 58
VIII THE BOY SCOUTS TO THE FORE 66
IX DICK CRAWFORD GIVES WARNING 77
X “BUSY AS BEAVERS” 87
XI THE BOG 100
XII OLD SAM TO THE RESCUE 108
XIII THE BROKEN TRESTLE 117
XIV THE SAVING OF THE TRAIN 124
XV A STRANGE DUEL 132
XVI TOO LATE! 139
XVII JACK’S RUN FOR LIFE 148
XVIII BALKED OF THEIR PREY 154
The Boy Scout Pathfinders
CHAPTER I
HO! FOR THE ADIRONDACKS
“Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!” clashed the great bell
on the locomotive, and with much creaking and clanking and letting
off of steam, with iron scraping on iron and one last, long drawn
whistle of the air-brakes, the train came slowly to a stop.
As if vying with the locomotive to see which could make the greater
noise, a score or more of khaki-clad boys came tumbling to the
platform of the little mountain station, amid whoops and cat-calls
and shouts of, “Here we are!” “Hurrah for the Adirondacks!” “Say,
fellows, this is the backwoods and no mistake!”
And then in rapid succession came the further inquiries:
“Which way do we go? Up this road?”
“See that big rock away down there? I’ll race you to it!”
The big collie Don, not to be behindhand when there was any noise or
capering to be done, and more glad than anyone else to be released
from the many hours of close confinement in that awful baggage car,
ran wildly about, darting in and out between the boys’ feet, at the
imminent danger of upsetting the whole procession, and added his
joyful bark to the general noise and confusion.
A couple of boys did go down, but were at once on their feet and
after Don, who--knowing and wise dog that he was!--understood well
that his pursuers were his loyal friends, as he was theirs, and felt
no fear, but ran and doubled, and ran on again, treating it all as
the very best kind of a joke.
A half hour of racing and tearing to given points and back again,
and impromptu games of leapfrog and follow my leader gave vent to
the bubbling spirits held in check during the long journey and the
Scouts, once more looking like self-controlled boys instead of
cavorting wild Indians, settled down to a walk.
This was the opportunity for which Mr. Durland had been waiting to
discuss plans for the season’s camp.
The call to camp had been sent out so late that most of the Scouts
knew little beside the location and duration of the camp; and now
Scout-Master Durland proceeded to enlighten them.
Late in the autumn of the previous year Mr. Scott, a very
wealthy gentleman, had purchased a large section of land in the
Adirondacks--many, many acres of ground, nearly a whole county, in
fact.
As it was late in the season, he had been forced to postpone the
inspection and surveying of the tract until the next year, but in
order to be ready early in the summer, he had had a stout log house
erected, to serve as a shelter for whomever should be sent out for
the survey, and after that as a temporary hunting lodge until a
larger and more elaborate one should be built.
Mr. Scott and the Scout-Master were warm friends, and knowing the
proposed plans for the new lands, Mr. Durland had suggested making
the work the object of the Boy Scouts’ summer camp. Mr. Scott, a firm
believer and warm advocate of the Boy Scout movement, had readily
consented.
Because there was more or less danger in this region of encountering
a bear, or even a wildcat, and as a rattlesnake was not altogether an
impossibility, it was thought advisable to use the lodge as sleeping
quarters instead of the usual tents or lean-tos. A large shack would
have to be built for a mess tent, and a place to store provisions.
This tract of newly purchased land was in a section uninhabited for
a distance of many miles around, as far as had been ascertained. The
county town was twelve miles away--not too far for an occasional
trip for provisions, but as the mountain roads were steep and rough,
making the going very difficult, an unusual amount and variety of
provisions had been sent with the Troop. One or possibly two trips
during the season would be all that would be necessary to keep the
camp well stocked.
So much for the camp-building and welfare. Now for an explanation of
the work laid out for the Scouts by Mr. Scott.
They were to be pathfinders in this hitherto almost totally
unexplored region. They were to locate springs, brooks, streams,
lakes, perhaps rivers; note the kinds of fish to be found in these
waters and in what numbers; make lists of the different trees, birds
and animals to be found upon it, and to group and classify them.
They were to ascertain the nature of the soil in different sections,
explore by-paths, and outline the best and safest and shortest routes
to the section where any desired water or soil or bird or animal was
to be found.
Beside all this, they were to become so familiar with the country for
five miles around the camp as to be able to guide any person at any
time, day or night.
A great work, surely, and one which, if well and satisfactorily
handled, might well cause any boy’s heart to leap with pride.
The Scouts, sober enough now, had listened with absorbed interest to
all that Mr. Durland had said. At the mention of bears and bobcats,
every boy had felt his heart thrill. Was there a possibility of a
real encounter with one of these animals which, when seen even in
the zoo, had been terrifyingly fierce? Mr. Durland had said that the
possibility was so small that it was hardly worth considering, but
that there was even the faintest chance was enough to make your heart
beat faster.
However, when he spoke so earnestly of the great work outlined for
them, and showed the eager Scouts what splendid opportunities for
mental growth it would open to them, and what a part this knowledge
they were sure to gain would play in their future success in life,
each Scout determined to do his very best and to make the most of
every opportunity.
So, at last, just at high noon, they came to the place where they
were to pitch their new camp, and again the excitement broke out.
Catching sight of the log house or lodge, with one accord they made
for it, and in a great deal less time than it takes to tell it, every
nook and corner of that house was explored.
They saw with satisfaction that the building was very strong, and
that the many windows, beside being set with very thick glass, were
provided with perforated shutters of inch-thick solid oak wood,
closing from the inside. Ben Hoover expressed the general sentiment
when he said, “Those shutters certainly look good to me!”
Mr. Durland’s voice reminded them that if everything was to be made
shipshape in the new camp before nightfall, there was no time now to
play, and from that moment the camp was a busy scene.
The two Scouts who were detailed as cooks were soon busy making
a small fireplace on which to cook their dinner. Placing three
stones together, they laid between them some whittled shavings for
kindlings, applied a match and, as the fire commenced to burn, they
placed over it some twigs and dry wood, quantities of which lay
scattered about, and soon had a fine fire over which to place their
frying-pan.
In the meantime the hamper was opened and when, in shorter time than
you could have thought possible, the call to dinner was sounded,
everyone came running. No one needed a second call, and the way that
bacon and crisp fried potatoes and cornbread disappeared was a marvel.
Dinner over, one small squad was detailed to unpack, while all the
rest were pressed into service to build the mess shack. This was
finished by five o’clock, and then each Scout gathered branches of
the fragrant balsam and hemlock for his bed. Over these he spread his
rubber blanket, and over that his sleeping blanket, and he had a bed
soft and springy and comfortable enough for a king.
Everything being in first-class order at last, and ready for the
night, a tired, hungry lot of boys gathered around the supper table.
As they ate they talked of their impressions of the new camp site,
eagerly discussed the probable adventures they would have, and then
someone asked Scout-Master Durland what kind of animals they would be
likely to find here.
Mr. Durland smiled and said he would rather they would find that out
for themselves.
“Well,” said Jack Danby, “from what I have read, I am dead sure there
is one little animal who lives up here whose acquaintance I shall be
very glad to make.”
“What is that?” eagerly asked Bob Hart.
“The otter,” replied Jack.
“Oh,” said Bob, disappointedly, “there’s nothing so very interesting
about an otter!”
“Perhaps,” said Jack, smiling, “after you have had a chance to see
him in his home and at work, you will change your mind. I know you
will, for he is one of the most interesting of animals. In certain
parts of England, especially near rivers, there used to be a great
many otters, and some of the fishermen trained them to catch fish for
them.”
“Say, Jack, you really don’t believe that, do you?” said incredulous
Bob.
“I have to believe it if it is true,” said Jack.
“How can they be trained to do that?” asked Tom Binns.
“Well,” explained Jack, “it is something like this. A string was tied
about the otter’s neck in a sort of slip-knot that could be lightened
when the trainer wished. Then the trainer would say, ‘Come here!’ and
pull on the string, so that the otter would be drawn toward him.
“This was done several times, until the otter connected the action
with the words, and then the string was dropped and he came
obediently without it at the words of command.
“Next a small, artificial fish was made and placed on the ground
before the otter, the string pulled until he opened his mouth, when
the fish was placed in it, while at the same moment the words, ‘Take
it!’ were uttered. It would be a long time before he would learn to
do this, but when he did, the string was again used while he had the
fish in his mouth and the command, ‘Drop it!’ was given.
“At last he learned to obey these two commands without the use of
the string. Then he was taken to the edge of the water and a small,
dead fish thrown in and the command given him to take it. He at once
seized it, and at the word, ‘Drop it!’ yielded it to his master.
“Next live fishes were thrown in, and when he had brought them, the
heads were given to him as his reward, and the little fisherman was
always ready for his work. In fact, one entire family was supplied
with food for a long time in this way.”
The result of this story was to make all the Scouts wish that they
might have a chance to make Mr. Otter’s acquaintance.
As everybody was very tired, it was decided to make no camp-fire
that night, so after the roll-call all were glad to throw themselves
upon their beds of fragrant balsam. They found them deliciously
comfortable, and many a tired New York millionaire, tossing
sleeplessly on his luxurious couch, might have envied these sturdy
Scouts as they sank at once into the sleep that is the reward of
a healthy body, a clear conscience, and muscles tired with honest
effort.
Once in the night Mr. Durland was aroused by a sleep-bound voice
asking, “Are those shutters closed? There might be a bear!” But no
bear more formidable than Ursa Major peeped through the holes of
the shutters, and sweet, restful sleep held the tired Scouts in her
embrace.