A Plan Is Evolved
"Well, by the Great Horn Spoon, you are the laziest bunch of fellows I've
seen in many a long day. What's all this scheming and planning about
that's going on here? Are one of you fellows trying to get a Presidential
nomination?" Ham seated himself on a chair facing the fellows. They were
lounging on a big window-seat in a corner of the game-room, talking
earnestly in low tones.
"Come, now, let's hear about it. What's the game? Say, fellows, I just
heard a rattling good story." "Well, now, Ham, let up on your stories for
about two shakes and give us your attention. We have an idea, a real,
first-class scheme, if you please, and we want you to give us your expert
opinion on it," said Shorty Wier, as he went and closed the door.
"All aboard; let her go! What do you want me to do? When are you going to
do it? Hurry, I'm getting awfully excited."
"Well," continued Shorty, "Fat originated this idea, or at least he
suggested it, and we have just been talking it over. How fine it would be
if we owned a cabin, a good-sized log cabin, big enough to take care of
at least twenty fellows over night. A place far enough from the city to
keep it from being continually broken into by rowdies, and still within a
couple of hours' walking distance from the car-line. With all of this
great string of mountains and canyons, so well-forested and filled with
streams, it ought to be an easy matter to find some such a place. Of
course it would be ideal if we could find a cabin already built; then all
we would have to do would be to rig it up. But we are game sports, every
man of us, and if we can't find any such cabin built, let's locate an
ideal spot and build one. Nothing real fancy or expensive, but just a
typical mountain house that's weather-tight and warm. Of course we'd want
a big fireplace like the one at Bruin Inn. It would be a great big job,
but we could take our time to it. We'd have all winter, and more, if we
needed it. Now, what we want is your suggestion, understand; we are just
talking and planning about it yet."
"Gee, it would be an awful pile of work," complained Sleepy Smith, and he
yawned and stretched himself. "Work! of course it would be work, you dub;
but what do you ever get in this world that's worth while without real
work, I'd like to know."
"Work! that's the best part of it; nothing in the world could bind us
fellows together so tight as to do a big piece of real work together. We
would show each other what we're made of. I always have wanted to build a
cabin in the mountains. It would be a great deal better to build one than
to get an old, tumbled-down shack. Besides, we don't want to work out a
stunt that's just going to last for a year or two, and then be abandoned.
We want to build a real, permanent mountain camp. See?" added Chuck.
"What's the matter with the old Y.M. cabin up in Bear Creek, Shorty?"
"O rats, boys, we are not talking about a pill box now. We want a cabin."
"I think it would be a great thing to do, fellows; but we must go awfully
careful. We'll have to finance the thing some other way than from our own
pockets, and we don't know yet what Mr. Allen will say about it. He may
think it's a big mistake and a waste of time and energy. Then, too, where
would we camp while working on the new cabin?" said Willis. Then he
slipped off to talk the plan over with Mr. Allen, and in a few moments
brought the "Chief" back with him. Willis was talking.
"Now we are on the right track for sure, fellows. Mr. Allen has the
proper suggestions about this matter. No telling what fool stunts we
fellows would do if we didn't have Mr. Allen to keep our feet on the
earth."
"Listen, fellows," said Shorty. "We have talked this thing all over from
A to Z, and we believe Mr. Allen's advice is the thing; only before we
decide to do anything definite we ought to have Mr. Dean's opinion. He
has been in the army, you know."
"Mr. Dean, the physical director, been in the army? Why, I didn't know
that," said Sleepy.
"Yes, and he's a mighty practical fellow. Fat, go out to his office and
ask him to come in here a few minutes, will you?"
In a moment they came in together, Fat explaining their plans for a
cabin. When every one was seated, Shorty continued:
"This is a very serious matter, fellows, and we don't want to make a
mistake by being in too big a hurry. There are a few things that seem
very clear after talking with Mr. Allen--
"First, we must make our cabin stunt an Association enterprise, so we can
have their help and backing. Let's make it a high school boys'
enterprise. Next, we must find an ideal place, where the work will have
all the natural advantages possible--not too far away, not too close,
near good water and a good supply of dead wood. It would be best to get
somewhere on the old Cripple Creek Stage Road. Mr. Allen has suggested
that we might help finance it in two ways: Organize a cabin company and
sell stock at so much a share, all stockholders being privileged to use
the shack, or we might give a circus in the gymnasium and use the money
thus earned. He thinks the latter the better plan. The greatest trouble
seems to be to find the ideal place. Mr. Dean, what do you think of the
whole plan?"
"It's a capital idea, fellows; only it means real business. If you tackle
a job like that, you want to finish it. I'd sure be in with you on any
such a deal. Here's a suggestion. Why don't six or seven of you fellows
take a week just before school opens, pack your grub and blankets, take
a gun or two and a good camera, and make a trip on foot, looking over the
possible locations? For instance--start up the old Stage Road, go as far
as Daddy Wright's, then to the top of Cheyenne Mountain through that
valley. There is a beautiful park there that might be suitable; then down
Rock Creek, up around Black Mountain, back around St. Peter's Dome, then
study the canyons along the railroad. They say there is a good cabin
somewhere near Daniel's Pass, and several around Fairview. Get into all
of those canyons that run into North Cheyenne, because that would be the
handiest location for us to get to. It would be great if we could find an
old prospector's cabin that we could remodel and add to. You see, we'd
have a place to camp as we worked that way. Then, too, it would have this
decided advantage--it would be a staked claim and not the open forest
reserve. You would have to pay for all lumber you cut on the reserve, but
on a claim you are entitled to a certain amount for building purposes.
You see, we could probably show mineral anywhere near a prospector's
cabin. I am convinced there are many such cabins that would be almost
ideal, if we could only find them."
"My father built a cabin in these mountains years ago," said Willis. "A
miner's cabin; but I've never seen it. I don't know where it is, but it's
near Cookstove Mountain. Some one has jumped the claim, though, now, so
mother said."
"Wouldn't it be funny, Willis, if we should find that old cabin of your
father's?" asked Mr. Allen. Ideas came thick and fast. Even "Sleepy"
Smith woke up to the fact that something unusual was going on, and roused
himself so as not to miss it. After an hour's planning and discussion
they decided what to do. A route was to be laid out and an investigation
trip made under the direction of Mr. Allen. The party was to be limited
to six fellows: Ham, Phil, Fat, Chuck, and Willis were the ones chosen to
go. Definite plans were laid out, and the following Tuesday set as the
day for starting.
As Willis was explaining the plans to his mother the next morning his
Uncle Joe came into the room. He had seen an article in the morning paper
to the effect that the Y.M.C.A. boys were to build a cabin, including the
names and the probable route to be taken by the investigating party.
"What's all this nonsense about a cabin in the mountains, Willis? I saw
an article in the _Gazette_ this morning concerning it. Now listen to me,
boy. I don't want any relation of mine getting mixed up in any such a
crazy, wild-goose chase. Do you hear? About the first thing you kids will
do is to trespass on some one's mining claims, and then you'll be getting
yourselves and some of the rest of us into trouble. It's a lot of foolish
nonsense, such doings, anyway. Isn't home good enough for you?"
"Well, it seems to me you're kind of mad about nothing, Uncle. We're not
going to carry off any one's gold mines," replied Willis. "Have you a few
you are afraid we will steal?"
Mr. Williams flew into a fit of anger, saying something about, "If he was
mine, I'll bet I'd see if he'd insult his superiors in that way. The next
thing we know you will be off on a mountain picnic on Sunday, bringing
disgrace on your respectable relatives," snapped Mr. Williams. "There are
enough enemies now to a man's good name, without adding any more by
foolish kids like you, with heads full of nonsense."
Mr. Williams stalked angrily out of the room, slamming the door behind
him.
"Of all the strange men on earth, I think he is the strangest of them
all," remarked Mrs. Thornton. "Something has upset him, and he has an
ugly streak to-day. I heard him at the telephone, storming about some old
prospector that has come back to the city to make life miserable for him.
He had seen him on the street, talking with a man he said was a
detective. Lucy told me just the other day that Uncle Joe took awful
chances on mining stock very often, and that she believed he would sell
his very soul for a gold mine. It seems so strange--he has been angry at
me every time I have let you go into the mountains. He works hard, and I
suppose he thinks you ought to be doing something, too, and if we stay
here through the winter, my boy, I think it would be well for you to look
about for something to do after school."
As Willis left the house the next morning and started for the Association
to complete plans for the trip, he met two men coming in at his front
gate. They asked for Mr. Williams. Willis directed them, then hurried on,
rejoicing in his heart that he was to have a real gipsy trip in the
mountains with his gang.
He spent the day getting his things together for the trip. He was to
carry a small individual frying pan, a small granite bucket, knife, fork,
and spoon, eight small cans of condensed milk, a little cloth sack of
tea, one of sugar, one of oatmeal, and one of rice, two boxes of raisins,
a loaf of rye bread, and butter packed in a small tin can with a cover.
He was to wrap these things, and whatever else he wanted to take along,
including a first-aid packet, in his blanket, army style. His pack must
not exceed twenty pounds in weight, not counting gun or camera. His
tincup was to be fastened to his belt, and his safety ax carried in his
hip-pocket. They would sleep on spruce boughs at night, and each man
would cook his own meals from his own store. The mountain raspberries
were just ripe, and there were great quantities of them. They would have
them with cream, and count on killing a few squirrels now and then, or
perhaps some turtle doves for a change. Mr. Allen took a trout line
and a few flies, in case they had a chance to have mountain trout to
break the monotony of the diet.
By Monday evening all was in readiness for the start. The news of the
proposed cabin scheme had spread all through the Department, and many
were the suggestions offered by interested fellows for making the trip an
entire success in every way.
"Remember, shelter and drainage and wood supply, along with good water
and big trees, are what you are looking for, boys," was the advice of Mr.
Dean, as he left them. "I wish I were going along with you. Here's hoping
you'll find the very best spot, and that soon."