The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1911-07-27
SCOUTS ENJOY
LONG HIKE
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rior had'lodged there sticking his gilt
tering blade into the quivering flesh
and hung on, still plying his weapon
till hasty and mighty swoop of sofl
felt hat sent him to a hero's grave
The victims returned to camp. to be
greeted with human cries Of 'stung'
and fiendish grins of delight. But all
that happened the last night out. and
we are away ahead of time.
On Thursday morning DR.. and Mrs.
kanaga returned to town, to the
regret Of all the campers, after having
shown the boys not only the mysteries
of First Aid, but many other things
aseful in life in the open. In the
afternoon of the same day as the boys
were IN swimming, a yell went up,
Here's Mr.. Crocker. Sure enough
there was Albert Crocker with a
friend, StewartiKimball. come to join
US and help the boys TO a knowledge
of camp craft and scout craft. MIR.
Crocker took hold of the non-swimmers
atfonce and got them started in the
elements of that art.
A series of exercises in signaling
and in stalking was given. The latter
is a scout game where, out of doors,
one boy is blindfolded, while four or
hvesothers are sent out TO points about
hundred feet away. and lat a given
signal try to steal up and touch the
blindfolded one without being detected
by. him, when the boy stalked hears a
noise or slight sound which seems to
betray the presence of an enemy he
points hissfnger in that direction. If
he makes an error in his point of
fifteen degrees, or if the boy pointed
at has not stirred or made any sound
the umpire cries out no" and the game
goes on. If the stalker is pointed and
has made some giveaway sound the
umpire calls Caught" or dead and
all stalking ceases until the "dead
man has moved over by the umpire,
then the stalking goes on again. At
first in this game all the stalkers were
caught, for IL is no easy trick to go
absolutely noiselessly over a carpet of
dry twigs, or even along fallen logs.
After few practices many of the
scouts became quite expert at 1t. 1t
was with almost breathless interest
that the spectators watched some
stalker making the last few yards inch
BY inch, picking a dry twig out of his
way, standing perfectly still for min
ltes at time, then slowly advancing
again until, either the quick point of
the alert blindfolded one put him out
Of business, or getting close enough,
with a quick spring he cleared the last
few feet and touched his man before
The latter could get his finger round to
point. Some were caught iE mid air
IN the last jump. great degree of
self control was displayed by the boys
n this game, but perhaps, the honor
Tor that ought to go to Jack Dukes
who, Though he was pointed before ne
reached his NAM stood for several
minutes absolutely motionIess, except
Tor facial twistings, while a nasty
Wild bee crawled about over his bare
teet seeming to have made up its mind
20 remain there for ever.
Another game was stalking at night,
when several. known as hostile, went
,ut into the woods to try to creep into
he camp uncaught by Others who
remained as guards. This was also
but required late hours.
On Sunday w. w. Schultz. Scout
Master OF Philadelphia Troop Eighteen,
with his horse Taxi. announced his
approach by few we'll chosen remarks
from his revolver. A squad of scouts
rushed out to greet him. He brought
a knowledge of scout ways and scout
craft which was most helpful, and his
presence gave sense of oneness with
the great worldwide organization to
which we belong. 1t also gave us
one of our thrilling moments.
On their departure from Hood River
each scout was given q whistle which
he was to blow in a certain manner
should he find himself in any danger,
and he was forbidden to blow it other
wise.
On the day after his arrival, Mr..
Schultz went to the other side of the
lake to look after Taxi" who was
pretty well used up after his long
march. Before going he said to Don
Ailenl II | want you to help me Ill
whistle, little while later he did
want him and whistled, but he whistled
on a whistle. The scouts pricked up
their ears what's that, the danger
signal? Another blast Gee, it is
the danger sigma" and away went the
punch, pretty near everybody except
the ehaper0n, on rush for the other
side ready for bear, or cougar, or
snake or any danger that might be
there only to land on much surprised
Mr.. Schultz, who had not been inform
ed of the danger signal. Well, it gave
a little excitement for the moment
anyway.
On that Sunday evening the scouts
had the evening meal at the point on
the lake where one has the best view
of Mt. Hood from which point photo Is
OF 1t are usually taken from and after
supper had a short service of HYMN
and Prayer closing with the Doscology.
And so the time went, fishing, swim
ming, practising scout stunts. fishing
trip to another place for some, a tramp
to look for bear for others, ride to
Dee and hike back with "eats" by
Don Allen and Merton Whitney. (who
thus got ahead of the game in prepar-
ing Tor first class scouts). For all
fresh air, pleny of eats, lots of fun the
gaining of some knowledge and a little
discipline. And so the last night came
and We gathered round the camp fire
to tell stories of ghosts and Indians
and sing songs, as we had done before.
And we were glad we were going home
and sorry we were leaving camp and
sought to commemorate our outing in
the following words sung with feeling
and eelat by the handy man to the
tune of Il Wish That Girl Was Mine. "
The Boy Scouts they re noisy
group
OF Hood River OR.
They whipped Lost Lake all into sour
A tishin by the hour.
| wish those boys were mine.
There's MIR. Simpson. he's the man
Who has the camp of Scouts,
You always know when they re
around
by all their shrieks and shouts.
| visa those boys were mine.
There's Mrs. Simp the only girl.
Our worthy Chaperone,
She keeps the Boy Scouts all awhirl.
They're never left alone.
| Wish those boys were mine.
There's MIR Cracker no 10 6ra