THE TRAIL OF THE SEVEN CEDARS
"There's no use talking, we Winnebagos simply weren't meant to be
separated," said Nyoda, smiling around at the circle of happy faces. "It
seems that the very elements are in league to throw us into each other's
paths."
They were all back on Ellen's Isle. By noon of the day following the
storm they were able to cross the end of the lake in a launch from St.
Pierre and relieve the hearts of the anxious watchers on the island.
Nyoda and Sherry were easily persuaded to stop and spend a few days on
Ellen's Isle now that their trip was interrupted, and the judge, having
finished the business which brought him to St. Pierre, took occasion to
run over and stay awhile with the twins.
Nyoda was dragged from one end of the island to the other and shown its
wonders, from the innocent little spring which was the cause of their
being there to the much enduring Eeny-Meeny on her pedestal. Over the
adventures of the latter she laughed until the tears ran down her
cheeks.
"Those are such typically _Winnebago_ stunts," she declared. "Who
except one of us would have seen the tremendous possibilities in a
wooden Indian, and who but a Winnebago could have thought up such a
thing as the Dark of the Moon Society?"
The every-member-a-chief idea interested her mightily, and she was
anxious to hear how it had worked out. "Fine," said Sahwah, "but I guess
Uncle Teddy was really the Big Chief after all, even if he did make us
think we were doing everything by ourselves. The other Chiefs generally
asked his advice about things--I know I did. But we did think out more
things for ourselves this way than we would have if we thought he was
looking out for everything."
"And it was pretty exciting, sometimes, and full of surprises," said
Gladys. "Remember the morning Katherine got us up at half past three for
crew practice? That never would have happened if Uncle Teddy had blown
the rising horn all summer."
"Come and see the war canoe," said Sahwah, tugging at Nyoda to get her
started in a new direction. "We named it after you. See the name painted
on the bows?"
"What did I ever do that I should have a war canoe named after me?"
asked Nyoda, overcome by the honor.
Somebody called Katherine away then, and Nyoda said to the others, "You
were telling me about Katherine's having such a tremendous fit of the
blues some time ago. Tell me, is she having one now? She seems changed
somehow since last June. Isn't she feeling well?"
And then they told her how Katherine's plans to go to college had been
shipwrecked and that she was going back to her home on the farm when the
summer was over. Nyoda listened sympathetically, and as soon as she
could she sought out Katherine and led her away for a walk with her
alone. In the long, intimate talk which followed she made her see that
this disappointment was an opportunity and not a calamity; an
opportunity to develop strength of character which would enable her to
surmount whatever difficulties would lie in her path through life. She
testified to her that the lives of most great people showed they had
become great, not because of the opportunities which were strewn in
their paths, but because of the obstacles they had overcome.
Katherine nodded dumbly. "But, how am I going to 'pass on the light that
has been given to me,' if I am to be away from people?" she said sadly
after a moment.
"By doing the duty that lies nearest you," replied Nyoda, pressing her
shoulder with a gentle hand. "You can be just as much of a Torch Bearer
at home as anywhere. I know the prospect seems empty, even with the
knowledge that you are doing your duty. By all the tokens, your place in
life seems to be out in the busy world, rubbing elbows with people on
all sides. Your great dream of social settlement work seemed one which
was destined to be fulfilled with singular success. But, my dear,
remember this, no success in life is worth as much as a happy home and a
loving father and mother, and in taking over the task of home-making you
have undertaken the greatest and noblest piece of work that any woman
can do. If you succeed in making home happy your life will not be wasted
and your torch will shine undimmed."
"I hadn't thought about it in that way before," said Katherine slowly.
"You see, I had spent my whole life waiting for the day when I could get
away from home and get out among educated people. My one dream as long
as I can remember has been college in the East, and I spent every minute
studying. I never cared how the house looked or how anything went on the
farm. I just lived in my books, and in day dreams of the future. That's
what makes it so hard to go back now. Oh, I was going back all right, I
never thought for a moment of not going, but I don't believe I was
planning to be very happy about it. Now I see the meaning of the Camp
Fire Girls' law, 'Be happy.' It doesn't mean be happy when everything is
coming your way, but in spite of everything when things are going wrong.
Just so when we learned to say, 'For I will bring ... my joy and sorrow
to the fire.' There is more than one way to make a fire. If you haven't
a joyful match handy to scratch and make an instant blaze, you can start
one with the slow rubbing sticks of sorrow. But either one will kindle
the torch that you can pass on to others. I see it now!"
"You certainly have put it in a nutshell!" said Nyoda.
"So now I'm going home," continued Katherine, "and tackle the
housekeeping the way I used to go at my lessons. I'm going to make that
old shack that was always a blot on the landscape such a marvel of
beauty that it won't know itself. I'm going to begin right there to seek
beauty and give service and pursue knowledge and be trustworthy and
glorify work, and above all, I'm going to Be Happy. Thank you so much,
Nyoda, for telling me the things you did. You've straightened everything
out for me, the way you always do."
"Spoken like a true Winnebago!" said Nyoda, gripping her hand. "I knew
you wouldn't show the white feather. Now I must go. Don't you hear
Sherry calling me? Never get married, my dear, if you wish to be
mistress of your own time!"
After that confidential talk with Nyoda Katherine's soul was once more
serene and the old spring was back in her step and the characteristic
air of enthusiasm about everything she did. Once more the future seemed
full of possibilities.
That night Nyoda gathered the Winnebagos together for a confidential
council meeting. "Well, Torch Bearer," she asked, "how goes the torch
bearing?"
"We haven't had a chance to try it on anybody yet," said Hinpoha,
"except Antha. We really and truly didn't want her here this summer at
all until Katherine said she would be an opportunity instead of a
nuisance." Here Nyoda smiled radiantly in Katherine's direction in the
darkness. What a faculty that girl had for seeing possibilities, whether
in wooden Indians or spoiled children!
"And so you found out that it was worth while to have her here after
all," said Nyoda, beaming upon them when they had finished. "Well, I
should say you had been making very fair headway, indeed. So far only
one opportunity has presented itself and you have made the most of that.
You're one hundred per cent efficient on that basis. I'm proud of you."
How glad they were then that they had "put up" with Antha! Somewhere in
the back of each one's head there lurked the suspicion that Nyoda must
have "put up" with _them_ considerably, back in the days when she
first became their Guardian.
"I think we ought to set our seal on all our 'little sisters,'" said
Katherine, speaking with her old animation. "Why not make Antha an
'associate member' of the Winnebagos? Then we'd never lose interest in
her."
"Good idea," said Nyoda heartily. "Let's have a ceremonial meeting right
away and make her officially one of us."
No sooner said than done, and a council fire was kindled on the beach
and in the presence of the whole company Antha was made a Winnebago with
full ceremony--a thing they never would have dreamed of at the beginning
of the summer.
"This is going to be our last week on Ellen's Isle," said Sahwah rather
dolefully at the breakfast table the next morning. "We want to pack it
as full of good times as we can."
All the Winnebagos and Sandwiches set down their cups with a dismayed
bang. While they were perfectly aware of the flight of time they had not
begun to think seriously about going home. It seemed incredible, how
near at hand the time actually was.
But when Sahwah had finished speaking Mr. Evans raised his voice. "I
wasn't going to tell you until council meeting tonight," he said in a
tone which betrayed a coming surprise. "But the way things have worked
out I do not have to be back in the city until after the first week in
September, so we can stay one week longer than we had planned."
He tried to make some further remarks, but they were lost in the cheer
that followed his announcement. To the enthusiastic campers that extra
week seemed like an endless amount of time.
"You will stay with us, Nyoda?" pleaded Hinpoha, and Nyoda smilingly
assured her that she and Sherry had already been invited to stay on and
were going to accept because the business conference Sherry was to
attend in Chicago had been postponed for a week. Judge Dalrymple also
promised to stay until the twins went home.
"But who'll be Chiefs that extra week?"
"Antha and Anthony," said Katherine promptly. "They've both proven
themselves responsible."
And without waiting to go into formal meeting the family council
approved the appointment, to the infinite amazement of the judge, who
had never looked upon the twins as anything but very small and
irresponsible children. He listened unbelievingly to the tale of Antha
and the camera.
"She's got grit!" he exclaimed exultingly to Mr. Evans and Uncle Teddy.
"She's got grit! I thought she hadn't a speck. She's a Dalrymple after
all! Praise be, she's got grit!" He seemed more pleased about the fact
that she had grit than if she had possessed all the virtues of the
saints.
"She's learned to swim, too! How did you ever do it? I knew it would be
the making of her to send her here for the summer. And Anthony, too,
you've done something to him. Why, he calls me 'sir' every time he
speaks to me! He actually says 'sir!' That's something he never did in
his life before. And where he used to choose the worst boys he could
find for companions he seems to have learned to pick the best out of the
lot. He thinks there's no one in the world like that St. John boy; wants
me to give him our old yacht. Seems to have stopped bragging, too; that
used to be his besetting sin."
Uncle Teddy smiled reminiscently at this, and then, acting upon a sudden
impulse, he told the judge how the boys had cured Anthony of boasting by
forcing him to make good his words.
"So it took a lesson like that to do it?" said the judge. "Well, I guess
you're right. He ought to have had it long ago, only I've never had a
chance to do anything like that to him. His mother would have
interfered. You know how it is." He broke off with a shrug of his
shoulders.
"I can't thank you enough for taking care of them this summer," he said
earnestly.
Then Mr. Evans told him just how Katherine had influenced the Council to
consent to the coming of the twins. "So it was Katherine that did it,"
said the judge. "I am deeply in her debt. Do you happen to know of
anything she would like to have particularly? I would like to show my
appreciation in some way."
"I don't know of anything special she wants," said Mr. Evans,
"except----" And briefly he told the judge about Katherine's home
troubles.
"Do you suppose she would take the money to go to college?" asked the
judge.
Mr. Evans shook his head. "I'm afraid she won't. I offered it to her
myself. It seems that her mother is sick and her father is much
discouraged and they want her at home to look after things. It was her
own decision to go; she is determined to make the sacrifice for their
sakes. It is a noble one, you must admit, and I would feel delicate
about influencing her to do otherwise."
"Hm," said the judge. "No use offering her money then. But, by the
way--what did you say was the name of the company that her father sank
his money in?"
"Pacific Refining Company," said Mr. Evans.
"H-m-m-m," said the judge. "I happen to know a little about that
company. Peculiar case, very. Seemed sound as a rock, yet it failed
through bad management. But I happen to know that if it were backed by
somebody of good repute and put into the hands of an able manager it
would pull through and pay dividends. Trouble is nobody wants to sink
any more money in it. Possibly I could arrange to back it--Hm. I'll see
what can be done. Not a word to the girl about this, you understand,
there's nothing certain about it."
Then Antha's voice was heard calling for her father and away he went,
leaving Mr. Evans and Uncle Teddy staring breathless after the man who
proposed to revive dead ventures as casually as if he were talking about
putting up screens.
"What are we going to do with Eeny-Meeny when we go home?" asked Gladys.
That was a question nobody was prepared to answer offhand.
"Take her home and put her in the House of the Open Door," said Sahwah.
"But hardly any of us will be there to see her," objected Hinpoha, "and,
anyway, it's cruelty to dumb Indians to take them away from their native
woods and shut them up in houses. I know Eeny-Meeny wouldn't be happy
there. I think we ought to leave her here on Ellen's Isle."
Then it was that Katherine had another inspiration. "I've got a plan
worth two of that," she said, beginning to giggle in anticipation.
"Let's bury her at the base of the rock in the ravine, and then mark the
rock so mysteriously that somebody who comes after us will fall for it
and dig up the earth. You're good at that sort of thing, Hinpoha, you
carve some fearful and wonderful things on that rock. Won't they get a
shock, though, when they come to Eeny-Meeny?" In their mind's eye they
could all see the sensation caused by the discovering of Eeny-Meeny
possibly years hence at the base of the rock, and the prank appealed to
them irresistibly.
Of course, the mention of the rock in the ravine brought out the story
of the Trail of the Seven Cedars and the fruitless search for Indian
relics. The judge listened to the tale with a peculiar expression of
interest. "By the way," he said casually, when they had finished, "did
you know that I happen to own that stretch of land?"
The Winnebagos and Sandwiches were much taken aback. "Do you mind
awfully, because we dug up the ground?" asked Gladys. "Why didn't you
tell us your father owned the land?" she said, turning reproachfully to
the twins.
"We didn't know it," said Antha, "but I don't think papa minds our
digging it up, do you, Papa?"
"Not in the least," said the judge, chuckling. "And I think it would be
the best joke in the world to 'plant' Eeny-Meeny at the base of the
rock. Some time or other that land will be sold, and I will see to it
that hints are dropped to whoever buys it that there are Indian relics
on the premises and they are invariably found at the bases of marked
rocks. That's the best joke I've heard in years. Katherine, you're a
genius. That idea of yours was surely inspired."
So the Principal Diversion for the last week was the burial of
Eeny-Meeny. After elaborate farewell ceremonies had been held over her
on Ellen's Isle she was put into a canoe and towed across the lake, then
taken out and carried along the Trail of the Seven Cedars to the ravine.
All the family went along to see the fun and take part in the last
rites. But at the entrance to the ravine there was a ripple of
astonishment. The cedar tree which had stood half way up the side, the
largest and oldest of the seven, had been uprooted by the storm and lay
at length in the bottom of the ravine. Where it had been there was a
great gaping hole in the hillside. Numbers of rocks had come down with
it and rolled into the excavation made by the boys and girls, carrying
with them great quantities of earth, so that it was no longer an open
pit. The whole appearance of the ravine had been changed by the falling
of the tree.
The funeral party paused, uncertain whether to go to the work of taking
the rocks out of Eeny-Meeny's grave or dig a new one somewhere else.
While they stood around and talked it over Slim grew weary and went up
the hillside to sit down in the hollow left by the roots of the tree,
which looked to him like a comfortable seat. He settled himself heavily,
but no sooner had he done so than the ground broke away under him and he
disappeared with a yell.
"Where are you?" cried the rest in amazement, running to the spot.
"Inside the hill," came Slim's voice from beyond the hole. "There's a
cave here and I'm in it."
"Are you hurt?" they called.
"No," he answered.
"I'm coming in to look at the cave," said Sahwah, and she crawled
carefully through the hole which had been much widened by Slim's
breaking through, and dropped down beside him. After her came the
others, one by one, all anxious to see this chamber in the hillside. It
was about as large as an ordinary sized room, the walls all rock,
dripping with the dampness of ages. Katherine, blundering about in the
darkness, which was only partly relieved by the flashlights, walked into
something wet and cold. At her startled exclamation the others hurried
over into the far corner with her and their flashlights shone on a good
sized pool of water in the floor of the cave. It was being fed by a
stream which came steadily through a fissure between two rocks. At one
end of the pool the water flowed out into a hole in the ground and was
lost to view.
"It's a spring!" said Gladys. "I thought I heard water in here when we
came down."
Mr. Evans dipped a pocket cup into the clear water and took a drink.
"It's a mineral spring!" he exclaimed in great excitement. "The same as
the one on Ellen's Isle. But the size of it! There's a fortune in it for
you, Judge. Think of the gallons of water that are flowing by some
underground passage into the lake without ever coming to the surface!
That's the prettiest case of poetic justice I've ever come across,
finding this spring on your land. Now you can go ahead and organize a
new mineral water company that will have a real spring for a basis."
"I'll do it!" said the judge, "and all those who had stock in the old
one will have first chance at this. What a lucky accident! I told you
that idea of Katherine's to bring Eeny-Meeny to the ravine was
inspired."
"Now I know the meaning of the arrow on the rock!" said Sahwah when they
were all outside the cave again. "You see, it points directly toward the
hillside where those rocks came rolling down. Somebody found that cave
and the spring and marked the spot so they could come back again, and
then they never came back and it went on being a secret."
"Now, Miss Katherine," said Hinpoha, "was it so terribly silly after all
to think that mark meant something?"
And Katherine cheerfully admitted that it wasn't.
Hinpoha went on. "Captain," she said, "didn't you say you dreamed about
water when you were fasting?"
"That's what I did," said the Captain.
"There!" said Hinpoha triumphantly. "You had a 'token' after all!"
And nobody could deny the fact.
"But if you're not going to sell the land, as, of course, you won't,
there won't be any use in burying Eeny-Meeny," said Katherine in comical
dismay.
"Eeny-Meeny wasn't born to be buried in the ground," said Gladys. "Once
more she has been rescued on the brink of death. If she wants to stay
with us as badly as all that, I think we might take her home and put her
in the House of the Open Door."
"_I_ think," said Nyoda with twinkling eyes, "that Eeny-Meeny
obstinately refuses to be disposed of because she wants to stay with
Katherine. Don't you want to take her home with you, Katherine, for a
good luck omen? She seems to bring good fortune to whoever has her. And
she'll keep you from getting lonely."
So it was decided that Eeny-Meeny was to go home with Katherine to
Spencer, Arkansas, "to live with her and be her love," as Katherine
poetically expressed it.
With fetes and feasts and celebrations of all kinds the last week
passed, and almost before they knew it that time had actually come to
pack up. Full of surprises as the summer had been, there was yet one
more on the program. It came on the second last day. Going down to the
beach in the morning for the bathing hour they saw, anchored out in the
lake near the island, a good-sized steam yacht, splendid with the
morning sun shining on her white sides and fluttering flags.
"Where did it come from?"
The twins were falling all over themselves with joy and pride. "It's our
yacht, the _Sea Gull_," they shouted. "Did you have it come to take
us home, Papa?"
"Not only you, but all these folks," said the judge.
"Oh, not really," protested Mr. Evans, "think of the distance!"
"Nothing at all, nothing at all," the judge replied. "I would be most
happy to make some slight return for your gracious hospitality."
The Winnebagos and Sandwiches were delighted beyond measure at the
thought of going home in such grand style, and much as they had dreaded
the moment of leaving before, they could hardly wait for it now.
"I've been sent home in people's automobiles lots of times," said
Hinpoha, "but just fancy being taken home hundreds of miles in a yacht!
Doesn't it make you dizzy, though?"
In spite of the delight of steaming away on the spick and span yacht,
there was heartfelt regret in every wave of the hand that bade farewell
to Ellen's Isle, when the hour of leaving came, and never had it seemed
fairer than when they looked upon its wooded height for the last time.
Out in the channel they passed the lighthouse where the Hares had put
their heads into the noose, and there was much laughter as they
recounted the story for Nyoda's benefit. Still farther on was the reef
where the _Huronic_ had met her fate; the salvage crews were still
at work on her. In the clear sunshine and with the calm waters dimpling
around them it seemed impossible to believe that this was the same lake
that had worked itself into such an ungovernable fury but a short time
before.
The _Sea Gull_ was as swift as her white namesake, and flew over
the sparkling lake like a real gull. So taken up were the Winnebagos and
Sandwiches with the appointments of the yacht and such fun they had
going anywhere they pleased on board by day or night, that before they
knew it they were in the harbor of Detroit where Katherine and Nyoda and
Sherry were to be set ashore to finish their respective journeys by
train.
With Katherine went Eeny-Meeny, nicely crated, to be a companion for her
loneliness, as well as Sandhelo, who, by vote of council, was awarded to
her because the others would no longer be able to take care of him, and
because he had always had more of an affinity for Katherine than for any
of the others. It was the fun they had over Eeny-Meeny and Sandhelo that
made the parting less difficult. Katherine was the most hilarious of
any. Grasping her umbrella by the bottom, she recited a husky poem to
the effect that
"Their parting was sad, but not tearful,
It happened at four by the clock,
The sail-aways tried to be cheerful,
And the stay-ashores tried to be keerful,
So's not to get shoved off the dock!"
"We'll all be together again some time, I feel it in my bones," said
Hinpoha cheerily. "You just can't separate us Winnebagos."
Farewells were being said on all sides. "Good-bye, Nyoda! Remember the
visit you're going to make us next summer!"
"Good-bye, Sandhelo!" "Good-bye, Eeny-Meeny!" "Good-bye, Uncle Teddy!"
Antha clung to Katherine, sobbing. "Good-bye, little sister of all the
Winnebagos!" said Katherine, gently loosening the child's hands from her
neck.
Then somebody touched her on the shoulder, and, turning, she saw Slim
beside her. He put something into her hands. It was a big bag of
peanuts. "Eat them on the way," he said.
"You're a sport!" said Katherine, laughing, and holding out her free
hand to be shaken for the last time.
The good-byes were all said and the yacht began to back away from the
dock. Katherine looked after it with hungry eyes as it steamed away into
the sunset, carrying with it the friends that had meant to her all that
was bright and happy about her school days. She looked until the waving
handkerchiefs were a blur in the distance, and the white form of the
_Sea Gull_ itself faded from view.
Then she squared her shoulders, held up her head, and grasping the
umbrella as if it were the sword Excalibur, turned and followed Nyoda
across the dock toward the railway station.
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A new series of copyright titles for boys of all ages.
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THE RADIO BOYS ON THE MEXICAN BORDER
THE RADIO BOYS ON SECRET SERVICE DUTY
THE RADIO BOYS WITH THE REVENUE GUARDS
THE RADIO BOYS' SEARCH FOR THE INCA'S TREASURE
THE RADIO BOYS RESCUE THE LOST ALASKA EXPEDITION
THE RADIO BOYS IN DARKEST AFRICA
THE RADIO BOYS SEEK THE LOST ATLANTIS
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THE GOLDEN BOYS SERIES
BY L. P. WYMAN, PH.D.
Dean of Pennsylvania Military College.
A new series of instructive copyright stories for boys of
High School Age.
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THE GOLDEN BOYS AND THEIR NEW ELECTRIC CELL
THE GOLDEN BOYS AT THE FORTRESS
THE GOLDEN BOYS IN THE MAINE WOODS
THE GOLDEN BOYS WITH THE LUMBERJACKS
THE GOLDEN BOYS RESCUED BY RADIO
THE GOLDEN BOYS ALONG THE RIVER ALLAGASH
THE GOLDEN BOYS AT THE HAUNTED CAMP
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THE BOY TROOPERS SERIES
BY CLAIR W. HAYES
The adventures of two boys with the Pennsylvania State Police.
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THE BOY TROOPERS ON THE TRAIL
THE BOY TROOPERS IN THE NORTHWEST
THE BOY TROOPERS ON STRIKE DUTY
THE BOY TROOPERS AMONG THE WILD MOUNTAINEERS
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THE RANGER BOYS SERIES
BY CLAUDE H. LA BELLE
A new series of copyright titles telling of the adventures of
three boys with the Forest Rangers in the state of Maine.
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THE RANGER BOYS TO THE RESCUE
THE RANGER BOYS FIND THE HERMIT
THE RANGER BOYS AND THE BORDER SMUGGLERS
THE RANGER BOYS OUTWIT THE TIMBER THIEVES
THE RANGER BOYS AND THEIR REWARD
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THE BOY SCOUTS SERIES
BY HERBERT CARTER
For Boys 12 to 16 Years
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New Stories of Camp Life
THE BOY SCOUTS' FIRST CAMPFIRE;
or, Scouting with the Silver Fox Patrol.
THE BOY SCOUTS IN THE BLUE RIDGE;
or, Marooned Among the Moonshiners.
THE BOY SCOUTS ON THE TRAIL;
or, Scouting through the Big Game Country.
THE BOY SCOUTS IN THE MAINE WOODS;
or, The New Test for the Silver Fox Patrol.
THE BOY SCOUTS THROUGH THE BIG TIMBER;
or, The Search for the Lost Tenderfoot.
THE BOY SCOUTS IN THE ROCKIES;
or, The Secret of the Hidden Silver Mine.
THE BOY SCOUTS ON STURGEON ISLAND;
or, Marooned Among the Game-Fish Poachers.
THE BOY SCOUTS DOWN IN DIXIE;
or, The Strange Secret of Alligator Swamp.
THE BOY SCOUTS AT THE BATTLE OF SARATOGA;
A story of Burgoyne's Defeat in 1777.
THE BOY SCOUTS ALONG THE SUSQUEHANNA;
or, The Silver Fox Patrol Caught in a Flood.
THE BOY SCOUTS ON WAR TRAILS IN BELGIUM;
or, Caught Between Hostile Armies.
THE BOY SCOUTS AFOOT IN FRANCE;
or, With The Red Cross Corps at the Marne.
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