Bob Knight's diary, camping out

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COPYRIGHT IQ02 BY E. P. DUTTON & CO. Published Sept., 1902 Ube 1tnlcllerbocller J)rC1e, 'Rew Jlorll


BOB KNIGHT'S DIARY Friday, July r. HURRAH! Otto, Dick, Ben, and I are camping at Buck Pond, on the shore of Lake On tario. We fellows worked hard all day setting up our tent and i 'getting ready for a jolly time. We were so busy we forgot to eat. I never had so much fun in all my life. I felt just like a wild Indian, or a cow-boy, or a hermit, or a circus man, I don't know which. But I think I felt the most like an Indian, because we have named our camp "Ska-no-da-ri-o," an Indian word meaning Beautiful Lake; it is the word from which On-ta-ri-o is derived. Dick wanted to name the camp "The Jolly Campers," and Ben said to call it "The Duffers' C'.lmp." But Ot!_o has been reading I


2 Bob Knight's Camping Out a book about Indians, and he wanted to give our camp an Indian name. So we all agreed to call it "Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o." We thought it no more than fair to let Otto choose the name, because he pays the biggest share of the expenses. Of course we fellows all chip in a little. Otto is camping out for his health, and has invited us fellows to camp with him. After we had set up the tent, we went to the woods and cut evergreen boughs for our beds. When we got back from the woods the frogs were croaking in the pond, so we fellows knew that night was coming. Otto had forgotten to wind his watch, but the frogs told us what time it was. I never heard so much frog-music in all my life. There is a chain of ponds along the shore of Lake Ontario running back into the farming land; and these ponds are chuck full of frogs, jumping and splashing like a lot of fellows in swimming. It grew dark. Ben and Otto made a rousing camp-fire, while Dick and I opened a can of lobster. We had forgotten to buy bread, but we did not care; we had plenty of crackers. Lobster, crackers, and Lake Ontario water made a pretty good supper. Being a little tired, we fellows went to bed early;


Bob Knight's Camping Out 3 but Ginger! none of us could sleep. frogs kept up such a racket, and a hopped and jumped all around the outside of the tent, and a swarm of June bugs buzzed around our heads, till we fellows were almost crazy. That band of tribe of toads ''Hold on! '' cried Ben;'' one of those toads is car rying off my coat I had under my head for a pillow." "Plague take those pesky June bugs, they 're crawling in my hair," said Dick. We got up and thrashed round the tent for five minutes, trying to drive away the friendly toads and bugs. Then we turned in again. But in a minute Dick sang out: ''Plague take the frogs! I wish they 'd stop their hollering.'' "Oh, oh, oh! something 's crawling in my ear," screamed Otto. "Stand on your head, quick, and it '11 crawl out," I told him, jumping up to help him stand on his head. I don't know what was in his ear, but it crawled out. And we fellows lay down again. In a few minutes Dick whispered: "Hush! Hark! Listen!" I raised up on my elbow and held my breath to listen.


4 Bob Knight's Camping Out "Indians! said Otto. "Tramps!" said Ben. "Ghosts! said Dick. "Bears!" said I, lifting the fly of the tent to peek out. I did not see anything. The flames of our camp-fire had died down, leaving a few pieces of wood and some live coals. "I 'm going to investigate," said Dick, crawling out of the tent. We followed. We hunted all around for the ani mals that had scared us, but we did not find anything. We sat down by the fire for an hour and watched, but nothing showed up. At last the fire went dead out; the frogs almost stopped singing. Just once in a while one would say,. "Jug-' o-rum," then another would reply," Knee-deep, knee-deep," then a big old fellow would holler, "Shut up, go to sleep." The dew was falling like rain. We fellows crept into our tent and went to sleep. Saturday, July 2. We were up at sunrise, and saw the sun like a big ball of fire come right up out of the lake. I never


Bob Knight's Camping Out 5 saw so many blackbirds in all my life. The rushes in Buck Pond were alive with them. The blackbirds perched on the ends of the flags, singing and whistling, then darting and skimming the water of the pond, as happy as a lot of boys just let out of school. I was hungry, so I asked the boys: "What you got for breakfast? "Oh, everything," said Dick. "Canned corn, canned tomatoes, canned salmon, canned lob ster--" "Hold on!" cried Ben. "I 'm not going to eat lobster for my breakfast." "Let 's go to one of the farms for milk," said Otto. Otto always has a fat pocketbook. He is the banker of our camping party. I am usually hard up. Sometimes my uncle is generous, then for a spell he seems to forget me, and I have to remind him that I am alive. Just at present he is having one of those forgetful spells. I hope he will be over it before the Fourth, and send me some money. I want a lot of fun, a gallon of lemonade, a bushel of peanuts, and a heap of fireworks on that day. Dick and Ben made a fire, and Otto and I went after the milk. I agreed to carry the milk, if Otto would pay for it. We took a pail and started across-


6 Bob Knight's Camping Out lots toward a white farm-house. When we came within one field of the house, a friendly dog looked over a stone wall, and when we had climbed the wall he trotted ahead of us up the path to the kitchen door. A good-natured looking woman opened the door and asked us what we wanted. When we told her we were campers, and wanted to buy some milk, she smiled and said: Certainly, boys." And she took the pail and filled it brimful, charging us only five cents. We told her we would come again. When we got back to camp we found Dick cook ing oatmeal in a kettle over the fire, gypsy-fashion. He had put in a whole package of meal, then filled the kettle full of water. The stuff was swelling and boiling over, and there was more oatmeal on the outside of the kettle than there was in the inside. Dick began dishing out the oatmeal, saying: "Hurry up, boys, eat this stuff, quick, before it all boils over in the fire.'' We fellows sat down on the sand and began stuffing ourselves with oatmeal and milk. We managed to eat about half of it, then Dick said: "You fellows have got to live on oatmeal till it 's gone. I can't waste it." We promised to eat it all up, if he would be cook


Bob Knight's Camping Out 7 for the day. He promised to be cook for one day, but he said we must arrange to have a change of cooks each day, so as to have a variety in our bill of fare. "Who's going to wash the dishes?" Dick asked, after we had eaten breakfast. "The cook," we all cried. "All right, I 'll wash them," said Dick, rolling up his sleeves. It did not take him long to wash the dishes in the lake and set them up in the sand to dry. "Now," said Ben, "where can we get a boat?" Jingo! how we fellows wished we had the Bull frog, which we had left in Owl Creek at Poplar Hill School. "Let's build a raft," said I. "There's a pile of old wood, boards, and sticks on the lake shore." Otto jumped up and threw his cap in the air yelling: Rub -ad ub d u b The Cam p i ng Club Skano -d a ri o On-ta-ri-o Rattle ty-bang Then we all gave our camp yell, and raced up and down the beach, gathering material for a raft. 'Ne found plenty of boards with old ru sty nails in them among the drift-wood, and we f e ll to work, hammer-


8 Bob Knight's Camping Out ing the nails out of the boards. But when we nailed the boards together, and tried to make a raft, it was not an easy thing to do. After a good deal of hard work we made a raft, but it was not ship-shape. It wobbled. "She '11 do. She's seaworthy," Dick exclaimed. We dragged it over the sand-bar, and launched it on Buck Pond. Gee whiz! it went under the water in a jiffy. It did not exactly sink, yet it did not float. "No good," said Otto, with disgust. Just then we heard some fellows shouting and yelling. Looking up the pond, we saw four small boys on a raft. "Hullo, there! Oh, say! what '11 you sell that raft for?" Otto asked. "Twenty-five cents," one of the boys called back. "All right, I '11 buy it," said Otto. The boys came ashore. 0 t t o g av e them twenty-five cents. "All aboard!" cried Otto. And on to the raft we fellows jumped. Dick took the long pole and we pushed off, gliding over the still waters of Buck Pond, going just where we took a notion to go.


Bob Knight's Camping Out 9 "We 're sailors for sure," said I. "We 're pirates," cried Ben. "Three for the pirates of Buck Pond," sang out Otto. We felt like bold robbers on the high seas; and we yelled till the frogs in the water were scared to death. Not one of them showed its face or piped a single note. "I 'm glad we paid those pesky frogs for fright-ening us last night," Dick said. "So am I," said Ben. "But they 'll serenade us to-night," said Otto. The raft got tippy and leaky after a while, and we fellows had to be careful about standing_ too near the edge of it. We had to keep in the middle and not dance around very much. We wanted to stay all day on the raft, but about noon we were as hungry as pirates, so we went ashore for dinner. When we reached camp Dick said: "I suppose I 'm cook. So here goes. Give me a can-opener, and I '11 make some soup." He opened a can of corn and a can of tomatoes, dumped them into the kettle, which still contained the rest of the oatmeal left from breakfast, and thickened the mess with crackers. Well, it did not taste as bad as it looked. V./e pirates were hungry enough to eat sticks and stones, so we managed to clean the kettle. Dick washed the dishes, and we


IO Bob Knight's Camping Out went aboard the raft again. This time we were go ing to explore the shores of the pond for wild ani mals. We kept along the west shore, where the water is not so deep and the rushes do not grow so thick. We did not find anything wild but some flowers. Otto said their name is pickerel-weed flowers. "Pshaw!" said Dick, "this is n t any fun." "Let 's go back to camp," said Ben. "No, let's anchor in the rushes, and, perhaps, we can hear or see a wild animal,'' Otto proposed We pushed the raft in among the rushes and waited for something to appear. Pretty soon a big green frog popped his head out of the water, blinked his eyes, puffed out his throat, and said, ''Bung, bung, bung.'' We fellows had never been so near to a frog before in our Ii ves, and we almost keeled off the raft, laughing. Of course, we frightened the frog, and he dodged under the water. "Plague take you fellows, don't you know enough to keep still?'' cried Otto. "Can't you be polite to a frog when he's singing for you? '' Ben said. ''One, two, three, all hold your breath,'' said Dick.


Bob Knight's Camping Out 11 In a minute a frog bobbed up, winked one eye, then jerked his head under the water. Another came up and looked at us, then another, and another. Pretty soon they all began to croak. "It 's no use, I can't keep from laughing," said Ben. "This beats all the circuses I ever went to," said Dick. Then we all laughed fit to split our sides. "Where are the little frogs?" Ben asked. "We 'll have to go up a creek to find tadpoles. If it is n't too late in the season, we ought to find some in shallow water," Otto told us. "Well, Professor Otto, when did you study frog ology?" Dick asked. "Oh, I'm well acquainted with the frog family," Otto answered, with a laugh. "I always call those wiggly things in creeks polliwogs,'' said I. "Polliwogs or tadpoles, let 's go for some," Dick proposed. We skirmished round the shore of the pond till we found a creek, then we took off our shoes and stockings and waded in. Jingo! we found a nest of them. Otto said it was late in the season for polli wogs. The creek is shady, so, perhaps, these were late in hatching. "What can we put them in?" Ben asked.


I 2 Bob Knight's Camping Out "In your cap," said Dick. "Capital idea," said I. Each of us fellows filled his cap with mud and water and polliwogs. We went back to camp on the raft, taking turns propelling it. Every few minutes we had to refill our caps with water, for they leaked like the mischief. We got back to camp, and put our polliwogs in a bottle. "Let 's have a menagerie," Dick proposed. ''Hurrah, for a menagerie! '' we all cried at once. "Say, chief cook, what are you going to give us for supper? Ben called to Dick, who was so busy with his polliwogs that he had forgotten all about supper. "Plague take the supper! replied Dick. "Give us something to eat to-night, Dick, and I 'll be cook to-morrow," Ben said. "All right," said Dick, whistling, as he went into the tent to find something for supper. "There's nothing but canned stuff," he called to us. "Pass around the cans, I 'm as hungry as a goat," Ben sang out. In a few minutes Dick gave us canned beans, sar dines, crackers, and lemonade. We built a fire, but we went to bed early, we were so tired. The frog music did not disturb us; we were too sleepy to listen.


Bob Knight's Camping Out 13 Sunday, July 3. When I awoke the rain was pelting on the canvas above my head like a shower of beans, and the tent was leaking like a s ieve. Ginger! we campers jumped up and attempted to dress, b_ut we found our clothes sopping wet. "I 'm going to put on my bathingsuit and swim," exclaimed Dick. So we all put on our bathing-suits and went out to look at the weather. "There is n 't a bit of blue sky to be seen; the clouds are as gray as a rat; it 's going to rain all day," said Otto. ''Breakfast! breakfast! breakfast! What have you for breakfast, Ben? '' we all yelled. Ben looked discouraged. "I don't know," he replied. "I want griddle cakes and maple syrup," Dick d emanded. "I want broiled chicken and hot rolls,'' said Otto. ''I want a ham omelet, fried potatoes, and muffins,'' said I. "Order just what you want, boys, I 'm at your service," Ben said, swinging the frying -pan around his head,


14 Bob Knight's Camping Out "I 'm going into the lake for a swim," said Dick, starting on a run. The rest of us followed him and plunged into the water. We found it the most comfortable place we had struck since we left our beds of evergreen boughs and blankets. "Let's stay here all day," said Ben. "Oh, yes, you want" to get rid of cooking the three meals to-day, you rascal," said Dick. "We won't let you off so easy," said I. "I demand my three meals, rain or shine," Otto told him, with a laugh. "All right, I 'll catch some fish," said Ben, diving under the water. In a minute he appeared and asked, ''Which way do you prefer them, raw or cooked?'' "Cooked, cooked, cooked," we yelled. Ben dived under the water, appearing in a few seconds, asking, "Raw or cooked?" We fellows caught him and held his head under water till he promised to catch and cook some fish. Then we all went back to the tent. There we found everything wetter than ever. The rain had swollen the crackers till they were twice their size; but we ate them, agreeing that the rain had greatly improved them. We did not have to drink any water. Ben hunted around for the fish-hooks, grumbling all the time about the wet weather. The:;


Bob Knight's Camping Out I 5 rest of us fellows played tag to keep warm. We did n o t know what time it was; Otto's watch was so full of water it would not go. Ben was just starting off for fis h, when a boy came along with a bundle of cat-tails over his shoulder. "Say, young man," said Ben, "do you know any place about h<;:re where I can buy something to eat?" "Yes," said the boy. "I know a place where you can buy a quart of clam-chowder for twenty cents." "Where? where? where?" we all shouted at once. ''Down at Ontario Beach," he said. "Where the hotels and eating places are?" Ben asked. "That 's the place," the boy said. Ben put his fishing tackle away and went off with the boy. Otto, Dick, and I crawled under the tent to wait for that clam-chowder. After a very, very, very long time we heard Ben shouting. We looked out of the tent and saw him waving a tin pail in the air. ''Got some clam-chowder," he sang out, swinging the pail around his head. "Don't spill any of it," Dick yelled.


16 Bob Knight's Camping Out "Three cheers and a tiger for Ben and the clam chowder '' Otto shouted. "Three cheers!" we all shouted, bounding out of the tent after the It did not take us long to eat that chowder; we were hungry as pigs. "I 'm a lucky chap," said Ben, scraping his dish. "Indeed, you 've got to furnish us two more meals to-day," Otto told him. "Let me off to-day," said Ben," and the next time I 'm cook I '11 give you six meals, honor bright, if it does n 't rain." "What time was it when you were down to that place where you bought the chowder?" Otto asked. "Five minutes of ten," Ben replied. "Jingo! I thought it was past twelve," Otto said. "I thought it was a good deal past noon," Dick said. ''I thought it was almost night: anyhow I wish it was," said I. "What are you going to do? We can't sleep in that wet tent to-night,'' Otto said. "That boy told me of a good place to go for the night. He said there was an old barn just east of here on Rigney's Bluff. Let 's mo1e down there for the night." We fellows immediately put on our clothes, did


Bob Knight's Camping Out I 7 up a package of canned salmon, sardines, and crack ers, and started to walk the electric-car track to Rigney's Bluff. When we came in sight of the old barn, it looked like a palace to us forlorn fellows. We climbed the hill and made a dash for the barn, flung open the doors, and yelled : Rub a-dub-dub The Camping C l ub! Ska-no -dari-o O n-t a -rio Rattle t y -bang "Hi, there! get out of here!" cried a loud voice. ''Who are you?'' Dick asked, as we fellows rushed into the barn. "No matter who we are. You get out of here," s a id a man with a fat face, sitting on Jl the floorin one corner of the barn. "I just guess we won't," said Dick. 1 "I say you will," said a man with a thin face, sitting beside the fat man. "We re campers driven out of our tent by the


r 8 Bob Knight's Camping Out rain. Can't you be decent enough to let us come in out of the wet?" Otto said. ''Certainly, if you will give us something to eat,'' the fat man said. "We 'll divide with you," Ben promised him. ''All right, kids, make yourself at home,'' the thin man said. "Tramps," whispered Otto, with a sneer. "Yes, tramps," roared the fat man, shaking his fist at us. "Tell us your names. Our names are Otto, Ben, Bob, and Dick," said Dick, with a good-natured laugh. We four boys laughed and bowed politely, for it was raining like sixty, and we had gotten enough of the wet weather outside. "His name is Rag-Time Jumper," said the fat man, pointing to the thin man. "And my name is Fireproof Vannie." "Very much pleased to make your acquaintance, said Dick, taking off his cap. "I 'm honored," said Otto, bowing. Ben and I took off our caps and bowed very low. We did not want to be turned out in the rain. "What you got in them cans? Vannie asked. "Anything you have a mind to call for, replied Dick, setting the cans in a row on a beam. "Let me see 'em," said Jumper.


Bob Knight's Camping Out 19 Dick handed him one of the cans, and the tramp put it in his pocket. ''Give 'em all to me,'' Jumper demanded. Dick handed him every one of the cans. ''Goggles, hand over that watch of yours," Vannie said to ()tto. "I sha'n't do it," said ()tto. "We 'll see," said Vannie, and both of the tramps jumped up and came toward us. "Take that," said Dick, banging Vannie in the eye. "And that," said Ben, hitting Jumper on the side of the head. "And that," said I, kicking Vannie. ''And that,'' said ()tto, driving his fists into Vannie's back. We four fellows flew at the tramps, kicking and knocking them right and left. ()f course, we got cuffed and banged about in return; but we four fel lows were too much for the two lazy tramps. "Let up, come off. I don't want your watch," cried Vannie, backing away from us. "Get out of this barn, or we '11 go to the village for a policeman,'' said ()tto. "Stand off; let us alone; we 're going," said Van nie, moving toward the door, Jumper following him. We fellows let up on the they went


20 Bob Knight's Camping Out out of the barn. We watched them till they were out of sight. "\Ve 've got the barn for the night, boys, and if Vannie and Jumper have left any of those cans, I '11 get supper for you," said Ben, hunting around for our cans. He found all but one of them. "They 're welcome to one can of sardines to pay for that cuffing I gave them," Ben said, looking around for a table to eat on. He found a barrel and proceeded to set the table. It was not supper-time, but we thought we had better eat before dark, as we had no candles with us. We ate crackers, olives, sar dines, and salmon, and for a drink we caught water from the eaves of the barn in our caps. It tasted a little polliwoggy, but we fellows did not mind it. We did not sleep in the corner of the barn where the tramps had roosted; we put some straw in an old wagon-box for a bed. I went to sleep listening to the waves pounding on the shore of the lake. "Three cheers for the 4th of July! I shouted, when I awoke.


Bob Knight's Camping Out 21 "Oh, keep still ; it s raining cats and dogs," said Dick. "No, it isn't. That noise is the waves of the lake," Otto said, jumping up. We fellows jumped up, shook ourselves, and were ready for breakfast. "Who 's cook? Dick asked. "I 'm not," said Ben. "Otto, Otto, Otto," Dick, Ben, and I shouted. "Thank you, thank you," Otto replied. "Don't you give us sardines and olives all day," Dick told him. "I positively refuse to eat canned stuff on the Fourth," said Ben. "So do I," replied Otto. "I 'm going to take you fellows to the Hotel Ontario for meals to-day." Rub-a d ubdub! The C a m p in g Club Skan o -d ario On-ta -ri-o Rattle ty-bang we yelled, as we followed Otto down Rigney's Bluff toward the car track. When we reached the hotel we found we were too early for breakfast. It was only seven o'clock. Otto set his watch, and, as we were walking around to kill time, we saw a sign on a building like this.


22 Bob Knight's Camping Out Clam-Chowd e r ................. IO cents Fried Perch ................... 5 cents Pork and Beans .............. 5 cents Coffee and Rolls .............. IO cen ts Pumpkin Pie. . . 5 cents Custard Pie. . . . . 5 cents Ham Sandwich. . . . 5 cents That sign made us campers so hungry we could not get past it. "Let 's have breakfast here," Ben proposed. "It '11 be a good deal cheaper," said I. "It 's just the place," said Dick. "All right," replied Otto; "I 'm willing." We went in and sat down to a table, and ordered fried perch, pork and beans, custard pie, coffee and rolls. Otto paid the bill, and we all declared the breakfast to be first class. After breakfast we thought we had better go back to camp and see how things were getting on there. We took an electric car and rode to Buck Pond. It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining bright and warm. We were the only passengers, and the motorman let the car shoot along like light ning. We saw three schooners on the lake. Ben


Bob Knight's Camping Out 23 said they were loaded with coal and bound for Canada. When we arrived at "Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o," we found everything drenched but the polliwogs. Mine were swinging around lively. Their legs are beginning to come out, but they do not look very froggy yet. We hung our clothing and blankets on the bushes; the sun and wind soon dried them. Our raft was all right, but we did not go 011 it, because we were busy till noon straightening out our tent. At twelve o'clock we put 011 clean clothes, brushed our hair, and went down to the hotel for dinner. We fellows ordered everything there was on the bill of fare, everything from little neck clams and soup to ice-cream and coffee, crackers and cheese. We kept the waiter on the jump every minute; we could eat faster than he could walk. It was the first square meal we had in three days. We boys had lots of fun, but the waiter was pretty


24 Bob Knight's Camping Out cross, till each of us gave him ten cents, then he smiled at us, saying: "Come again, boys, when you 're hungry." Otto paid the bill; it was four dollars. We campers got our money's worth that time. We told Otto he need not buy our suppers; we could eat peanuts and pop-corn for the rest of the day. I had not much money, yet I meant to do my share in paying for the celebration of the Fourth. I bought four packs of fire-crackers and some punk; Dick bought a pistol and caps; Ben bought a few cannon fire-crackers. We went on the beach over by the bath-houses, and there had a little celebration all by ourselves. A set of toughs came along and attempted to pick a quarrel with us; but we fel lows did not feel like fighting. After the fellows had passed on Dick said: "I wish Fighting Jerry and Tony were here; they would settle those fighters for us." "By the way," said Otto, "I'm going to write to Jerry to visit our camp." ''Zip, bang, boom! won't that be fun!" cried Dick. "Jerry 's all right," said I. Just then a policeman came along and yelled at us: "Here, move along, and stop your noise." So we fellows walked around with the crowd, till


Bob Knight's Camping Out 25 we saw a show-tent, admission ten cents. Dick invited us to go into the tent, and we had a jolly time. We saw a white rat walk a slack wire, and a monkey play soldier-a good deal of a show for ten cents, I think. When it grew dark w e went out on the pier and watche d the fireworks. Gee whiz! what a lot of s ky-rockets, Roman candles, and floating strings of fire in the air we saw, and heard the band play all for nothing It was past midnight and pitch dark when we starte d for camp. We wanted to do a little more celebrating, so we stopped on the way and gathered some drift-wood and lighted a bonfire on a bluff overlooking the lake. We yelled: Ruba -dub-dub The Camping Cl ub Skano dario On-ta-r i-o R attle t y b an g T h e Four t h o f J u ly It was pretty near morning when we got back to camp, and it was so dark we could not see. We tumbled around over one another, and over boxes,


26 Bob Knight's Camping Out tin cans, sticks, and stones, trying to find a place to sleep. "Get out of my way," cried Otto. "I'm all right, you get out of my way," Ben said to Otto. "You frogs, quit your hollering," Dick yelied, cross as a bear. I found my heap of evergreen boughs and lay down, laughing at the rest of the fellows tumbling around the tent. Tuesday, July 5. The first thing I knew it was morning. But I did not get up. I kept still, because it was my turn to be cook. I covered my head with my blanket and pretended to be asleep. Pretty soon Dick pounced on me, saying: "Get up, lazybones, we fellows want breakfast." "Oh, certainly," said I, jumping up. "What you going to give us?" Ben asked. "Something great," I told him. "What is it ? what is it ? what is it?" they all wanted to know. "Corn-beef hash! I shouted. The fellows clapped their hands and yelled: R u b a d ub -dub H a s h for Our C lu b Ska-no dar i o On-t a -ri:""o Rattle t y b a ng H as h H a s h Has h


Bob Knight's Camping Out 27 The fellows were in such a hurry for braekfast that they all wanted to help me. Dick and Ben built a fire, Otto opened a can of corn-beef, while I pared and chipped up a dozen potatoes and a couple of small onions. I boiled the potatoes and onions, then turned off the water, and put in the corn-beef all cut up fine, with pepper, butter, and a little salt. Then I let this boil for five minutes. When the boys were eating the hash, Otto said : "Bob, you 're the champion hash-maker." Dick said: "Bob, you can't be beat." Ben said: "Bob, you 're the boss cook." I felt a little embarrassed, yet I know right well that I can make hash fit for the President of the United States. While I was washing the dishes, Otto wrote to Jerry, inviting him to visit "Camp Ska-noda-ri.o." We walked down to the village of Charlotte to mail the letter. It was a long walk, but we felt like economtzmg. We went to the express office and found that Otto's wheel had arrived. We took turns riding it back to camp. Dick and Ben expect their wheels to arrive any day. I believe I 'll write to Uncle Ralph to give me one on my birthday, July 20th. At the village we bought six loaves of bread and two pounds of lamb chops. On the way home I was trying to think of something to surprise the boys


28 Bob Knight's Camping Out with for dinner. I had made a reputation on my hash, and I wanted to keep it up. When we reached camp, Dick sang out: ''Chief cook, what are you going to give us for dinner?" "Wait and see," said I, with a wink. "Ho, ho! it 's something good, I know by that wink of Bob's," said Dick. The boys built a fire, and I went into the tent to see what I could find to stir up into a pudding or pie. 'Jin go, boys! '' said I, ''the rain has washed away all the sugar and salt. How do you expect a cook to make anything good to eat without sugar!., The boys rushed into the tent and saw the empty sugar and salt boxes. ''Well, if this isn't bad luck!'' exclaimed Dick. "We'll have to eat lamb chops and bread and butter," said I, beginning to saw off slices of bread. "Jingo! we forgot to buy butter," said Otto. "Never mind, I '11 make plenty of lamb-chop gravy," said I. We ate dinner. I washed the dishes, and off we started to look for mud-turtles. We took the raft and paddled along the east shore of the pond, find ing bushels of them. We brought back to camp only a few. We thought we would not need many for our menagerie.


Bob Knight's Camping Out 29 When we got back to camp the fellows began calling for supper. I did not know what to give them to eat. "Plague take the meals! What 'II you have for supper?" I asked, rummaging around among the tin cans in the tent. I found a can of mock-turtle soup, and I thought that would be just the thing for supper, after gathering turtle. I opened a can and heated it hot. The fellows declared it was a capital supper. I 'II be glad when Jerry comes; he 'II have to take his turn at cooking. I bet Jerry is a good cook. I put my turtles in a pail of water, and I put a stick on top of the water for the turtles to float around on. W e dnesday, July 6. While Otto and Ben were gone after milk, and Dick was cooking oatmeal, I wrote a letter to my uncle, asking him for a wheel. All the other fellows have wheels. I suppose he'd just as soon give me one, but he has forgotten to do so. At any rate, I think I will remind him that the 20th is my birthday. I also wrote a letter to Poky and sent him ten cents for gum. After breakfast, Dick said :


30 Bob Knight's Camping Out "See here, boys, if I 'm going to be cook to-day, you 've got to go fishing." "All right," said Ben ; "let's go on the raft along the shady side of the pond." While Dick was washing the dishes, Ben and I dug bait, and Otto cut sticks for fish-poles. "I hope we 'll catch a bushel of fish," said Dick, as we pushed off on the raft. We paddled up the shore to a shady nook among a lot of stones, deep down in the water, and there we baited our hooks and began fishing. Dick caught the first fish, and he yelled: "Christopher Columbus! look at my whale." It was only a perch about four inches long, but Dick was tickled to death over it. In a few min utes Ben's line jerked and he pulled in a little pump kin-seed three inches long. Otto and I were fidgety because we did not get a bite. Pretty soon Otto jerked in his line, and there was a big eel wiggling on the hook. "Tiger, boys! I won't touch that snake," he ex claimed, shaking his pole, till the eel felJ off the hook into the water. Just then I felt something tugging away at my hook. I gave a tremendous jerk and hauled up a whole lot of weeds. "Hurrah, boys! I 've caught an alligator," I cried.


Bob Knight's Camping Out 31 We did not have very good luck in that spot, so we went up a Iitt_le farther and tried a place where it was sunny. There Ben caught five, Dick five, Otto three, and I three. We had eighteen in all, just four and one half apiece for our dinner. It was not dinner-time, yet we were hungry; so we went ashore, built a fire, and ate the eighteen fish with some bread and pickles. "Is this lunch or dinner?" I asked Dick, the cook. "Dinner," answered Dick. "Say, that's not fair," cried Otto. "It's only eleven o'clock. You've got to give us four meals to-day.'' "Jingo! I won't do it," yelled Dick. "We '11 douse you in the lake, if you don't give us a dinner at one o'clock,'' Ben told him. After eating the fish, we lay around in the shade, the day being warm, and made plans for our men agerie. "We ought to have a great lot of live things," Ben said. "Birds, frogs, fishes, sn akes-" said I. "Hold on! cried Otto; "I won't have anything to do with your menagerie if you 're going to have snakes in it." "You can't have a first-class menagerie without snakes," Dick told him. "That's so," said Ben.


32 Bob Knight's Camping Out ''Snakes will be the best part of the show,'' I told him. "Who's going to catch them?" Otto asked. Just then a boy and a dog came along the shore of the pond. "Hullo," I called to him. ''Do you know how to catch snakes?'' ''Yes, here's one, and there 's another,'' he answered, taking a couple of snakes out of his and holding them up for us fellows to see. We jumped up and ran to look at the snakes. Gee whiz! I envy that boy. He can handle snakes like a circus snake-man. He had his pockets full them. "Say, will you help us get up a menagerie?" Dick asked the boy. "What 's that? the boy asked. "An animal show," Dick said. "Oh, yes! I know where I can get some young crows, and a fox, and a weasel, and a coon, and a woodchuck, and a skunk, and every kind of animal there is in the woods,'' he told us. "You 're just the fellow for us. Do you live near here?" Dick asked. "The other side of Rigney's Bluff," he said, pointing toward the east.


Bob Knight's Camping Out 33 "Will you catch a lot of snakes for our menagerie? '' I asked him. "Yes, I ll catch a hundred, if you want 'em," he said. "All right," said I. "I can't catch snakes to-day. I 've got to help dad haul in the boat. He 's been fishing. That's his boat out there," the boy said, pointing to a sail-boat on the lake. While we were watching the sailboat, the boy ran off. "I wonder how our polliwogs and turtle are getting along," Ben said, going behind the tent, where we keep them. The polliwogs are beginning to look froggy. The turtles seem comfortable and happy. We feed them and give them fresh water six times a day. "Where 's Dick? I want my dinner," Otto said. Jingo! we looked everywhere, but we did not find him. We ate sardines and olives, and kept looking for him all the afternoon. About dark he crawled into the tent. We fellows pounced on him and gave him a terrible mauling for not giving us our dinner and supper; yet he did not tell where he had been. He said he would rather have a dozen 3


34 Bob Knight's Camping Out thrashings than to cook three meals for us hungry campers. We went to bed hungry as wolves. Thursday, July 7. "Oh, dear me! I 'm c.ook," cried Ben, when he awoke this morning. "Let's have bread and milk three times a day. We campers don't want to bother with cooking," Otto said. Dick yelled. Rub-a-dub-dub Bread and milk for Our Club Ska-no-da-ri-o On-ta-ri-o Rattlety-bang "So say we all of us," I yelled. ''Three cheers for bread and milk! '' Ben yelled. "And I 'll go after the milk." Otto, Dick, and I went in swimming. When Ben came back with the milk he had a loaf of bread under his arm. We fellows sat down on the ground and began eating bread and milk. I saw Ben take a cooky out of his pocket and eat it, but I did not say anything. When he took the second one, Dick spied him and asked : "Where did you get that cooky?" Ben did not answer, but kept right on taking cookies out of his pocket and eating them.


Bob Knight's Camping Out 35 "Hold on there!" I cried, tipping Ben over back wards. Otto and Dick went for Ben's pockets and hauled out a dozen cookies. We fellows made a dive for them. ''Where 'd you get them? '' I asked. "I got them over at the farm-house. Mrs. Bush gave them to me," Ben said, laughing at the joke he played on us fellows. "My regards to Mrs. Bush," cried Otto, eating one of the cookies. ''Long life to Mrs. Bush cried Dick. Then we all shouted, ''Long life to Mrs. Bush and her cookies! Ben washed the cups and the spoons. ''What are we going to do to-day? '' Dick asked. "Oh, here comes the snake-boy and his dog," said I. ''Hullo! said Dick to the boy. "Hullo! the boy answered. "What's your name?" Otto asked. "My name 's Jam es Braddock, but everybody calls me Jim Daylight, 'cause I 'm always up and out fishing before the sun 's up," the boy told us. Then he added, "and my dog's name is Grouse." "You 're just the boy for us. Got any snakes this morning?" Dick asked. "No, but I got a lizard," Jim Daylight said, tak-


36 Bob Knight's Camping Out ing a lizard out of his pocket. Otto jumped away from it. He likes to study in books about all sorts of live things, but he does not like to see them alive and crawling around. Ben, Dick, and I are just the other way; we like to see them alive. We are not afraid of innocent little reptiles. I am glad Jim Daylight is going to help us catch live things for our show. ''Where 're the snakes you had yesterday? '' Ben asked Jim Daylight. "Oh, I let 'em go," he answered. "What did you do that for? We want them for our show," Dick said. "I can catch lots of 'em for you, when you want 'em," said Jim Daylight, putting the lizard back into his pocket. "Do you know where I can rent a row-boat?" Otto asked. "Yes, dad 's got one. It 's down on the beach by our house," said Jim Daylight. "Show us where it is," Otto said, and all of us started on a dead run with Jim Daylight down the beach to look at the boat. When Dick saw the boat, he exclaimed: "She's a dandy!" "What '11 your father rent it for?" I asked. "Never mind, I '11 pay for it," Otto said. "She leaks a little; but here 's a tin can to bail


Bob Knight's Camping Out 37 her with," Jim Daylight said, showing us an old to mato can under the stern seat. ''All right. Take hold, boys, we 'll shove her off," cried Otto. We dragged the boat to the water's edge and set her afloat. We four fellows jumped in, and Ben took the oars. Jim Daylight pushed off, and jumped in, too. Rah, rah, rah, zip! We sped over the water like fun. Jim Daylight sat on the bow, dangling his feet in the water, and saying: ''Oh, I see a pickerel. There goes an eel. Oh, my! if I only had my hook and line with me, I 'd show you city fellows how to catch fish.'' Then in a few minutes he would cry out: "Great guns! there 's a bushel of perch down round that rock. Great Scot! I see a big black snake. It would be a daisy one for our show, boys. Hold on a minute, I '11 catch it.'' Off the boat he jumped, and swam like a fish un der the water after that black snake; but he did not catch it. However, he promised to catch another. We rowed around all day in that boat and forgot to go back to camp for dinner. Jim Daylight stayed with us. His clothes were soaking wet, but he told


38 Bob Knight's Camping Out us he did not mind being wet, he was used to it. We invited him to take supper with us, but he could not stay; he had to help his father set the fish-nets. When we landed at "Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o," Ben went for milk. About seven o'clock, when we were eating bread and milk, we saw Jim Daylight and his father sailing up the lake to set their nets for the night. Friday, July 8. Very early this morning, I don't know what time it was, but it was before sunrise, Otto crept on his hands and knees across the tent and whispered in my ear: "Say, Bob, I '11 give you twenty-five cents if you '11 be cook to-day. I 'm tired of bread and milk, and I can't cook for shucks." He handed me a quarter of a dollar. "All right," said I, for I wanted to earn some money. Up I jumped and began skirmishing around among boxes and tin cans, trying to find something to cook for breakfast. The boys heard me and Dick sang out:


Bob Knight's Camping Out 39 What you doing, Bob? '' "Oh, I 'm looking for something," I said. "Go to bed, Otto is cook," Ben said, yawning. "He 's hired me to cook to-day," I answered. The fellows jumped up, yelling, "Hash! hash! hash! Give us hash, Bob." "I can't find anything but pickles and crackers. How can I make hash?" I replied. "Hash! hash! hash! they all yelled. I put my hands over my ears and ran like the wind up the shore of the pond and over a hill. When I was sure I was where I could not hear those fellows yelling'' hash,'' I uncovered my ears, and sat down under a tree to think. Pretty soon I heard a lot of hens cackling in a near by. ''Eggs,'' said I, to myself. "I 'll have eggs for our breakfast." Away I ran to the farm-house and bought a dozen eggs, paying fifteen cents for them out of the quarter Otto gave me. I carried them to camp in my cap. When the fellows saw me coming with something in my cap, they jumped right up in the air and yelled like wild Indians. I boiled the eggs for breakfast, and they tasted so good that Otto went to the farm-house and bought four dozen. I fried a dozen for dinner, and scram bled another dozen for supper. The sun was blis tering. The fellows lay around in the shade and went in swimming a hundred times to keep cool.


40 Bob Knight's Camping Out Towards night we rode down to Charlotte in an electric car to cool off. We went to the post-office and found a letter for Otto from Jerry, saying Jerry was coming to camp out with us, and would arrive Saturday morning. We yelled: Rub-a-dub-dub! Jerry 's one of the Club Ska-no-da-ri-o On-ta-ri-o Rattlety-bang Jerry Jerry! Jerry Saturday, July 9. We fellows got up at five o'clock to clean up the camp. We want to look slick when Jerry arrives. Otto went to the farm-house to buy eggs, milk, butter, bread, and potatoes; Dick and Ben went fishing; and I cleared away the tin cans and rubbish. And I washed all the dishes and kettles, dish-towels and handkerchiefs. We expected Jerry on the teQ o'clock train. About nine o'clock Otto and I started off to meet Jerry. Dick and Ben remained at camp to clean their fish. At ten o'clock the train came. A big excursion party got off the train, but there was no Jerry. Otto and I were terribly disappointed. Otto bought three dollars' worth of gro ceries, and we walked back to camp to kill time. We found Ben and Dick all slicked up and ready for Jerry. We were all cross and disappointed, so we went in swimming. While we were in the water we heard a voice calling :


Bob Knight's Camping Out 41 "Hullo there! Otto, Dick, Ben, Bob, where are you?" Running out of the lake, we saw Jerry coming to ward the camp, trundling his wheel with one hand and waving his cap with the other. "Jerry, old boy, how are you?'' I cried. Welcome, Jerry, welcome," Otto called. ''How d' do? What train did you come on?'' Dick asked him. "Glad to see you, Jerry; what makes you so late? '' Ben asked. "I was on that ten-o'clock train, but I got off at the village of Charlotte instead of riding down to Ontario Beach," said Jerry, laughing at his mistake. "How did you find your way here?" Otto asked. "I inquired the way to Buck Pond; a man told me to go 'cross-lots, so I started. And say, boys, I 'd been here an hour earlier, but I stopped down there by the woods to thrash an impudent kid for calling me names," said Jerry, fanning himself with his cap. "What did he say to you? Dick asked. "I asked him how far it was to Buck Pond," said Jerry, "and he called me a stuck-up, smarty dude.


42 Bob Knight's Camping Out So I chased him and thrashed him, but he set his dog on me, and I jumped on my wheel and rode for my life." "Did he call his dog Grouse? Dick asked. Jerry nodded his head. "Jingo! that 's our friend Jim Daylight," said Dick. "Say, Jim 's our best friend; you mustn't thrash him," I told Fighting Jerry. "Jim Daylight's helping us get up a menagerie," Otto told Jerry. "Gee! you ought to see Jim Daylight handle snakes; and he does n't hurt them, either," said Ben. "Who cares about snakes? Give a fellow something to eat. I'm hungry as a tramp," said Jerry, walking into the tent. Otto told Jerry to make himself at home, and we fellows would dress ourselves and cook him a dinner fit to make a tramp laugh. We dressed in a jiffy. Then we fried fish, boiled eggs, baked potatoes in the ashes, and made coffee. When everything was ready, we all sat down in the shade to enjoy the feast. Jerry declared it was the best meal he had ever eaten. We campers stood up and made a low bow to our guest. ''Who washes the dishes? '' Jerry asked.


Bob Knight's Camping Out 43 ''The frogs, the frogs, the frogs, the frogs,'' we all yelled. "Go 'way, I know better," said Jerry. "Upon my word they do," said Dick. "Yester day we found out a capital way to get the dishes washed. We put the dishes in a basket or pail and put them in the pond. And when we want the dishes, we take the pail or basket out of the pond, and there we find the dishes clean. Now who washes them, if the frogs don't?" Jerry laughed and replied: "All right. I don't care who washes them, so long as I don't have to." The next thing we did was to go in bathing. It was pretty soon after eating such a hearty meal, but Jerry could not wait. He wanted to try his new bathingsuit. When he went into the water, Dick sang out: "Hold on there, Jerry! Your bathing-suit will scare the fishes to death.' "It cost two dollars. Is n't it a dandy?" Jerry said, plunging into the water. After going in swimming, we took the boat and went after Jerry's dress-suit case, which was at the station in the village. We had to go round the pier and up the river. We did not get back to camp till


44 Bob Knight's Camping Out dark. Jerry did most of the rowing. We ate bread and milk and went to bed. Sunday, July IO. Bright and early we fellows put up a job on Jerry. B e fore we got up Dick sang out: "Say, boys, who 's going to be cook to-day? I won't." ''Ben said, ''I won't." Otto said, ''I won't.'' I said, ''I won't.'' Jerry jumped up, saying, "I 'll be cook to-day, boys. We fellows ducked our heads under the blankets and laughed. "Call me when breakfast is ready," said Dick. Jerry dressed and went outside. vVe fellows peeked out of the tent and watched him. He rolled up his sleeves and went to work like a professional cook. He split wood and built a fire, then he began rattling around among the tin cans and paper bags. We did not watch him any longer, because we wanted to be surprised with the breakfast. We turned over and snoozed a while. Pretty soon he called: "Breakfast is ready, boys." Out we piled and ran to the water to wash. We did not take much of a bath, we were so hungry.


Bob Knight's Camping Out 45 We rushed back for our breakfast, and found a monstrous meal of eggs, fish, boiled potatoes, canned corn, tomatoes, lobster, salmon, pickles, olives, toast, and coffee. "Great guns, Jerry! What are we going to have for dinner? You've cooked up all the provisions !n the camp," said Ben. "Never mind, pitch in and eat it up. Maybe we won't want any dinner," said Dick, going head first on the sand in among the breakfast. "This is not much of a meal," said Jerry. "You ought to see me cook a Sunday dinner." I did not stop to argue. I began eating, so did Otto and Dick. But I think Ben was a little worried over the next meal. Jerry served us in style, putting on all the flourishes of a head-waiter in a large hotel. I am glad we invited him to camp. After breakfast we were so full we lay down on the ground and rolled like pigs. Ben had a head ache, Otto had a toothache, Dick had the stomach ache, and I ached all over. Jerry was the only one without a pain. We were not good for anything all day. We could not row or fish. We just kept still, and did not even think. About dark it began to rain. We fellows crawled under the tent and went to sleep. But we did not sleep long, for the wind came up from the northwest and blew like sixty. The canvas of our tent began to flap, some of the


46 Bob Knight's Camping Out guy-ropes snapped, the ridge-pole waved backward and forward a few times, and down came our tent, flat on the ground. ''Thunder and lightning! What does this mean?" Jerry cried out. "Tiger! I'm all snarled up in the ropes and canvas," said Otto. "Never mind," said I, "we shall get straightened out in the morning." "Where 's the Ian tern? Ben asked. ''Oh go to sleep ; we might as well make the best of it," Dick said. As we did not have any other place to go, we stayed under the canvas to keep out of the rain. It was a great joke on us campers. But I felt sorry for Jerry, because he had just come. It rained all night. I did not sleep much. Monday, July II, I was the first one to crawl out, and I saw heads, hands, and feet sticking out in all directions from under the canvas; but I could not tell which head


Bob Knight's Camping Out 47 belonged to the different hands and feet. We fel lows had a good laugh, and Jerry laughed the loud est of us all. It had stopped raining, the wind had gone down, and the sun, as it came out of the water, never looked so big and bright. We fellows went to work to set things to rights. Ben and Otto went after milk, bread, and eggs. Dick, Jerry, and I set up the tent. After breakfast, Jerry wanted to row round the pond and look for muskrats. "I wish I had my gun," he said. But we fellows told him that we wanted the muskrats alive for our menagerie. Jerry was de termined to kill everything he saw. He threw stones and sticks at the birds and frogs, till we boys threatened to throw him into the pond, then he quit. We did not find any muskrats, but we came across some black-cap bushes, and filled our caps with berries. Then we went back to camp. "Say, Jerry, can you make a shortcake? Dick asked. "Yes, guess I can," Jerry answered. "Here, Dick and Jerry, don't you go to monkey ing with those berries. I know just what kind of shortcake you '11 make," said Otto. We all agreed that we did not want Jerry to spoil the berries. So we ate them in our bread and milk.


48 Bob Knight's Camping Out "Why don't we hire a cook? This cooking business is played out," said Jerry. "So say I," said Dick. "We d have more time to fish," said Ben. "I 'm tired of bread and milk," said Otto. While we were talking, along came a girl with a basket of berries on her arm. 'Boys,'' I whispered, ''ask her if she knows of a cook.'' Ben shook his head, Dick crawled under a bush, Jerry be gan whittling a stick, but Otto stood up, lifted his cap, and said: "Good-morning, Miss. Do you know of any one around here we could hire to cook for us? "No, I don't," she answered, shaking her head. "We campers make poor work at cooking, and we d like some one to he! p us," Otto said "Perhaps once in a while I could cook for you," she said. Otto was surprised, but he asked: "Are you a professional cook?" "Not exactly," she replied, "but I guess I can cook good enough for you campers.'' "All right, said Otto; we '11 give you two dol lars a week to cook for us."


Bob Knight's Camping Out 49 "Oh, I don't cook good enough for pay," she said. "What is your name?" Otto asked. "My name is Molly. I m Jim Daylight's sister. I 've heard all about you campers," she said. "When will you begin to cook?" Jerry asked her. "Jim and I 'll come down and cook your supper to-night," she said. Then she skipped off across the fields like a fox. When she was out of sight, we fellows whooped and yelled for joy. We spent all the a fternoon get ting ready for our cook. Otto and Jerry went to the village for groceries. Dick, Ben, and I washed dishes and towels, and gathered drift-wood, making everything neat and clean and convenient for Molly. About five o clock we saw a pink object on Rigney's Bluff, and we yelled: W ho's a ll ri g h t ? M o lly's all r ight Rah, rah rah Mo ll y "Shut up," said Otto, "you' ll scare the girl, and she won't cook our supper for us." We fellows quit our yelling, and waited patiently for Molly to arrive. We pretended not to see her, keeping our faces toward the lake, till she came near the tent, then we suddenly wheeled round and said, all at once: 4


50 Bob Knight's Camping Out "Molly, how do you do?" "How d' do, boys?" she replied. "Shall I build a fire for you? I asked. "Naw, Jim's coming down to help me," she answered, rolling up her sleeves. Pretty soon Jim Daylight came swinging a pail round his head, and yelling: "I 've come to supper, boys, and brought me own grub." "All right. Come along, Jim," Otto replied. Just then Jim Daylight spied Jerry. Doubling up his fists, he made a dash at Jerry, saying: ''Look here, you city dude, I '11 show you I can lick you." Jim and Jerry clinched, both falling to the ground kachunk. "Here, let up, Jerry. Take one of your size. Jim's smaller than you," Dick cried. Jerry and Jim got up, shook themselves, and walked off in different directions, growling like dogs. Jim went to help Molly, and we fellows held tight onto Jerry, till Molly called us to supper. Zip! Molly had a supper fit for a circus clown. Ham sandwiches, water-cresses, fried squash, black caps, and cookies. We invited Jim Daylight to eat some of our supper; so in return he gave us some of the green onions and dried beef out of his pail. While we were eating, I said:


Bob Kni g ht's Camping Out 5 I "I wish Poky was here." "Let 's send for him," Jerry proposed. "Rah, rah, rah, for Poky! we all yelled. "How '11 he get here? Vv' e 'll have to send the money for his railroad fare, I said. "Let 's go on with our menagerie and raise the money," said Dick. "It '11 take too long. Half the summer 'll be gone before that show come s off," Ben said. "I ll advance the money," said Jerry. "Then Bob can write to Poky and send the money. And you fellows can go on with your show and pay me when you get the money." We yelled: Rub a-dub -dub J erry s the Boss o f th e Clu b Skan o -da-ri -o O n t a-ri o Rattl e t y-ba n g Rah, r a h, rah F i g h ti n g J erry While Molly and Jim were washing the dishes, and the fellows were amusing Jerry, to keep him from pitching into Jim Daylight, I wrote a letter to Poky, asking him to come to "Camp Ska-no-da ri-o." I put the five-dollar bill in the letter, and wrote him what train to take. Then we all went down to the village and had the letter registered, because we did not want any one to steal that fivedollar bill. Won' t Poky feel grand when he gets that registered letter!


52 Bob Knight's Camping Out Tuesda y July, 12. When I came out of the tent this morning I saw a four-masted schooner sailing westward. She was a beauty! Molly and Jim Daylight were on hand to cook our breakfast. Their father sent us some fish. We had it with our oatmeal, toast, and coffee. There is a good deal more fun in camping since Molly does the cooking. We have more time for collecting ani mals for our show. Our turtles are well and fat. Our polliwogs' legs are out, ready for the show. But Jim Daylight laughed at us and said: "Whoever heard of polliwogs and turtles in a circus show! They 're too common round here. Peo ple see plenty of them every day." "Oh, pshaw!" said Jerry, "I want polliwogs and turtles in our show.'' "It won't be worth anything without them," Dick said. Jim Daylight shook his two fists and said: "Oh, you chaps from the city, you think you can come to the lake camping and catch all our polli, wogs and. turtles, and let them die."


Bob Knight's Camping Out 53 "Who 's going to hinder us?" Jerry asked. "I am," said Jim, sidling up to Jerry. "You catch all sorts of animals and carry them in your hat and pockets," said Jerry, shaking his head at Jim Daylight. "That's different," said Jim. "I know them, and they know me. I just carry them around for a little while, then I put them back where they live. And I know how to handle them, I do." "Let 's put the polliwogs and turtles back in the pond," said I. I felt sorry for the little innocent creatures. "Say, Jim, you 'II be our snake charmer, won't you?" said Jerry. ''Course I will. I know how to handle snakes without hurting them. I 'm well acquainted with all the snakes 'bout the ponds," Jim said, strutting around like a regular circus clown. "You 're the fellow for us," said Jerry, slapping Jim on the back. "You'd better be catching snakes to-day, we 're going to have our show to-morrow," Ben said to Jim. "There 's plenty of time. I can get them in a jiffy to-morrow morning. I got to help dad skin perch this morning,'' said Jim, and away he skipped. The first thing we fellows did was to put our pol liwogs and turtles back into the pond. Gee whiz!


54 Bob Knight's Camping Out how those little rascals did swim off into deep water out of sight of us fellows! I bet they were glad to get away from us. I suppose turtles and frogs camp out on the shore of the pond, and have lots of fun in their way, just as we boys have fun in our way. I am glad the poor little creatures are at home in Buck Pond again. The next thing we fellows did was to make plans for our show. ''What shall we call it?'' Dick asked. "Let 's call it 'The Great Snake Show,' said I. "Bob can paint us a sign to put on the tent," said Jerry. So I hustled around to find a board and some paint to make a sign with. I could not find any paint, but I found some tar, which did just as well. "Now we must have something else besides snakes. Who 'll dance for us? Jerry asked. "I '11 do the skirt-dance," shouted Dick. "I '11 ask Jim to get me some girl's clothes." "Hurrah! that's great," said Jerry. "I '11 dress up in a buffalo-robe, and be an arm less wild man," said Ben. "I '11 get a lot of turkey-feathers and red paint, and be an Indian," said Jerry. "I '11 dress up in my best Sunday suit, and stand on my head outside the tent to attract the attention of the crowd,'' said I.


Bob Knight's Camping Out SS Otto did not say what he would do, but we fel lows knew right well that he wanted to be proprietor and manager of the show. So I winked at Dick and said: "Otto, you be the manager, will you? "Why certainly, if you want me to be," he replied. "Of course we do," said Dick. And so it was settled that Otto should be the manager. We fellows worked hard all day getting the things together for our show. I stood on my head so much that when Jim came to cook our dinner I felt all upside down, and could not swallow anything. At supper-time I was still a little topsy-turvy; but I think I shall be all right to-morrow. We went to bed early, and the mosquitoes almost ate us up alive. The air was thick with them. I put my head under my blanket for protection. W ednesday, July 13. We boys were up before sunrise, and went to work, taking down our tent and packing it in the boat, ready to start. We are going to have our show down by the hotels, where there are crowds of people, and we use our tent to save extra expense. Jim Daylight made toast and coffee, but we were too excited to eat or drink anything. The lake was


56 Bob Knight's Camping Out calm, and we wanted to row down before the wind came up. We reached the place, called Ontario Beach, safely. Then we went to work like beavers getting things in shape. Pretty soon Jim Daylight came with his pockets full of snakes. "I 'm a little late, boys," he said. "I had a big time catching my favorite yellow-spotted snake. ticket-seller. But I got him at last." At ten o'clock everything was ready. Otto, in a white duck suit, sat behind a barrel, ready to take in the money. He put on all the dignity he could muster up, and looked for all the world like a genuine circus I stood on my head and yelled: "Right this way to the biggest, greatest Snake Show in the world. For only five cents you can see twelve snakes, an Indian, a Wild-man, a Skirt-dancer, and a Trick Dog." If the crowd hesitated, I yelled: "If you don't believe me, I 'll show you the snake charmer.'' Then I would go in and bring out Jim with all the snakes.


Bob Knight's Camping Out 57 To show the crowd that we were no fakirs, Jerry would stick his head out of the t':!nt and give a war whoop. '' W ah-hoo wah-hoo '' he yelled, ''I 'm the chief of the Sioux Indians. Walk right in and see me scalp a hundred pale-faces' heads. I 'm on the war-path. Wah -hoo wah -hoo wah-hoo-hoo-hoo '' Some of the children around the tent thought for sure that Jerry was a real, live Indian. The tomahawk on his head made him look very fierce. Dick made a capital girl, dressed in Molly's yelling: clothes: He danced well, too. But his large feet and his trousers showed when he kicked high. And the crowd cheered him, for the people knew he was a boy. Ben ran round and round the outside of the tent,


58 Bob Knight's Camping Out Beware of the Wild-man! He eats raw meat and lives in a cave in the earth." Ben yelled like a madman, yet the people would not go inside the tent. They thought we were fooling them. They did not believe we had a real show. So the boys performed outside, and Grouse passed the hat to the crowd. Otto was disgusted with this cheap way of performing. But I told him, if we wanted to make money, we must please the crowd; and as the people would not go into the tent, we must have our show outside the tent. I thought it was a capital way of having a show. The boys kept right on performing, and Grouse passed the hat to every fellow that came to see what the crowd was looking at. I kept yelling to attract a new set of people, and Otto kept on taking in the money. I call that a money-making show. And the show was a first-class one, too. Jim Daylight, with his snakes, was the best performer; everybody thought he was wonderful. Jerry was great in the Indian act. And Ben was a marvel to the crowd. Dick made the people roar with laughter at his dancing, and when Grouse passed the hat, no one could refuse to give the dog a nickel, We


Bob Knight's Camping Out 59 took in so much money that when the show was over we felt so rich, we fellows went to a restaurant and each ordered a twentyfive-cent supper. When we rowed back to camp we had eight dol lars in our money-box. We gave Jerry the five dollars we owed him, then there was fifty cents a piece for each of us. Jim Daylight put the snakes back in the pond. Gee whiz! I bet those snakes were tired. Jim had made it lively for them all day. Jim went home. We fellows were so tired we did not pitch our tent; we lay down on the ground and slept like tramps. Thurs day, July 14. When we fellows woke up, the first thing we saw was Jim Daylight and his father sailing by with a boat full of fish which they had got from the nets. Jim waved his cap to us. In a few minutes Molly came running up the beach to cook our breakfast for us. "Molly, can you make a custard pie? Jerry asked her. "Course I can," she replied. "Oh, good! make us one for dinner, will you?" said Jerry.


60 Bob Knight's Camping Out "Do you s'pose I can bake a custard pie on a bonfire? I 've got to have a stove with an oven,'' said Molly. "Pshaw! I wish we had a stove," said Jerry. "Oh, my!" said Molly, "I could make a lot of good things to eat if I had a stove." This made us campers wild to have a stove for Molly. After breakfast we set out to find one. We went down to the village, inquiring for a second hand stove; but we did not find one. On our way back we met Jim Daylight, and he told us of an old stove up the shore of the lake at Long Pond. When we reached camp we took the boat and rowed up, and found the stove. It was standing outside of a cottage. The family who owned the cottage had gone off and left the stove. A man living in the next cot tage pretended to own the stove, but I don't believe he ever had anything to do with it. However, he made us pay fifty cents for it. After a good deal of lifting and tugging, we suc ceeded in getting the stove into the boat and rowed to camp with it. When Molly saw us coming, she shouted: "Now, boys, I '11 make you a custard pie fit to make a pig squeal.''


Bob Knight's Camping Out 61 While Molly was beating the eggs, we fellows made a rousing fire in the stove. Zip! how the old crooked lids jumped and danced, as if they were alive! When the pie was ready to bake, we found that the oven door would not stay shut. So Jerry volunteered to hold the oven door on the stove while the pie was baking. Jerry is very fond of custard pie. We fastened the other door with a stick of wood. When the pie was done, Jerry's face was almost blistered, but he did not mind a little thing like that. The pie was boss! We all yelled: Who can make a cu stard pie ( M o lly M o lly Molly Rah, rah, rah M o lly Zee, Buz z Bang, Zip Molly While we were yelling, Molly skipped off home. In the afternoon Jim Daylight came to camp and brought us some fish. He fried them for our supper. Molly sent us a cake with raisins in it. After supper, Otto and Jerry rode to the village on their wheels. They brought back a letter for me from Professor Kane, saying that Poky would be here next Monday afternoon. "Hip, hip, hurrah for Poky!" cried Ben. "Three cheers for Poky! cried Dick. "Poky 's the chap for us," cried Jerry.


62 Bob Knight's Camping Out We were all tickled to death to have Poky camp out with us. Otto bought a looking-glass at the village. He says that he wants to comb his hair once in a while. We fellows don't comb our hair, but Otto is tired of having his head look like a brush-heap. He also bought a dozen candles. When we fellows were getting ready for bed, Otto hung the look ing-glass up in the tent and lighted a candle. "Great Scot! he exclaimed, when he looked at himself in the glass, "if this is n't the worst mirror I ever looked in. The glass is as wavy as the lake after a nor' east storm. It makes me seasick.'' "What 's the matter?" said Dick. "I've got a dozen partings to my hair. I can't see which one is straight," said Otto. "Oh, you 're a dude, Otto. Who cares how your hair looks! Jerry told him. Otto fussed awhile with his looking-glass, but the rest of us fellows rolled ourselves up in our blankets and went to sleep. The last I heard was Jerry saying: "Douse the glim, Otto, and turn in." So Otto blew out the candle and went to bed.


Bob Knight's Camping Out 63 Friday, July 15. When we awoke it was raining hard. Otto jumped up and put his looking-glass under a pile of clothes to keep it dry. "Plague take the luck! said Jerry, lifting the flap of the tent, "our stove is getting wet. We can't build a fire in it." "Dear me! I'm hungry as a wolf," cried Dick. "I wonder if Molly '11 come to cook for us today," Ben said. "We 'd better get up before she comes," said I. We fellows scrambled around the tent, trying to find something warm to put on, and the first thing we knew some one stepped on Otto's looking-glass and smashed it all to smithereens. "I 'd like to smash your head, Jerry Green," cried Otto. 'Twas n't I," said Jerry. "Then you did it, Dick Thistle," said Otto. "I didn't," yelled Dick. Otto did not say another word; but he was wrathy through and through. I don't know who broke the looking-glass. Pretty soon Molly and Jim came running up the beach, and Otto forgot all about his smashed looking-glass. "How are we going to cook to-day? The stove is full of water," Jerry asked. "Oh, easy enough," said Jim. "All hands to,


64 Bob Knight's Camping Out take hold of the stove, hee-haw, turn it upside down, that 's the way, over it goes, dump the water out. Now it 's all ready for a fire." "The rain will put the fire out,'' said Dick. "Get an umbrella and hold it over the stove," said Jim. Otto was the only one that had an umbrella; he let us take it; and we fellows took turns holding it over the stove, while Molly cooked the breakfast. Molly and Jim paddled around in the water like ducks, but we fellows sat cross-legged in the tent and ate our breakfast. In a little while it stopped raining, and we went fishing in the lake. Jim went with us. We always have good luck when Jim goes along. Molly stayed at camp to bake a lemon pie. Jerry fastened the oven door on with a couple of nails. We expected to catch a bushel of fish because Jim and Grouse were with us. Jim knows where the black bass and perch hide. We rowed up to a place called the Big Rock, baited our hooks, and we were all ready to fish, when Grouse saw a flock of sandpipers on the beach. He jumped into the water and turned our boat upside down. I went to the bottom, and when I came up I saw the fellows cling-


Bob Knight's Camping Out 65 ing to the side of the boat, and blowing water out of their mouths like whales. Ben and Otto were yelling for help, but Jim Daylight was swimming around under the water like a fish. He is just as much at home in the water as he is on land. I tell you what! I admire Jim D aylight immensely. After a while we all climbed up on the boat and Jim towed us to shore. When we got on land again, we laughed fit to split our sides over our upset. Grouse wagged his tail and welcomed us ashore. We hung our clothes on the bushes and went in swimming while they were drying. Jim Daylight did not dry his clothes; he wore them all day, and they dried on him. Jim is a queer fish. Of course, we did not catch any fish. All our bait and poles went to the bottom of Lake Ontario. But Jim promised to get them for us some day when he has time. When we went back to camp we found a big lemon pie and a Johnny.cake ready for us hungry campers to eat. I tell you what! Molly can cook. She beats us fellows all hollow in the cooking busi ness. When we told her of our upset, she said: "You 're smart fellows, you are. Why didn't you catch some fish while you were in the water?" 5


66 Bob Knight's Camping Out "I had hold the tail of a whopping big bass, but he slipped away from me," Jim told us. "Oh, you didn't," said Jerry. 'Pon my honor, I did," said Jim. Jerry and Otto did not believe Jim's fish-story, but Ben, Dick, and I did. And so did Molly. We invited Jim to have some of our lemon pie and Johnny-cake, and he said: "See here, boys, I 'm eating too much of your hardtack. I '11 bring some fish for your supper." After dinner away he went over the fields. In a little while we saw him out rowing on the lake, then he suddenly disappeared. We don't know where he went for the fish. "Say, boys," said Molly, "if you want to catch fish, you'd best go without Jim, for he '11 never show you the good fishing-places. That 's a secret he keeps all to himself." Then Molly put on her hat and went home. So long as we campers had someone fishing for us, we lay round on the beach and rested our bones. We were sure of fish when Jim went after them. About six o'clock he came with a string of fish around his neck. ''Here 're your fish, boys, and here comes Molly to


Bob Knight's Camping Out 67 cook them," said Jim, s w aggering along the beach, with a broad grin on his face. Jerry was envious of Jim' s string of fish, but Otto, Ben, Dick, and I did not find any fault with Jim for not showing us the place where he catches fish, be cause he is bringing us fish nearly every day. Jerry was mum, but Dick slapped Jim on the shoulder, saying: "Jim, you 're a whaler!" "Stay and help us eat them," said Ben. "All right. I can t refuse fish," said Jim, throw ing himself on the ground. We campers had a feast, eating fish just fresh caught from Lake Ontario. Rub-a-d u b-d u b The Cam pi n g Club! Ska-no-dar i o F i s h fro m Lake On-ta-ri o Rattl e t y -ban g Dayl ight Jim R a h, r ah, rah After supper, Molly and Jim went home, and we fellows went to bed. Satu r day, July r 6 When Molly and Jim came this morning, Jim said, pointing down by Little Pond: "Say, boys, some fellows have pitched a tent down by those pine trees. They bought some fish of dad this morning. I tell you what! you best look


68 Bob Knight's Camping Out out for them. They 'll be for picking a fight with you." "Oh, go 'way; there's half a dozen camps along the lake shore, and none of the fellows fight us," J e rry told him. "But these fellows are gamey. Look out. for 'em, I tell you," said Jim, strutting around with a lot of turtles on the rim of his hat. Every few minutes he would take one down and look at it. "Where'd you get the turtles?" Dick asked. ''In Round Pond,' Jim answered. Then he said: "Oh, say, boys, this morning I saw that spotted snake I had in our show. He's a dandy. I wanted to catch him, but I didn't have time. You see, I wanted to tell you fellows about the new campers before they pitched into you." "Much obliged, Jim. You 're a friend worth having," said Otto. "I 'm with you in the fight," said Jim. "We 're not going to fight," said Dick. "P'r'aps you 're not," said Jim, with a knowing wink. "Now, Jim," said Molly, "don't you stir up a fight with those campers." Best be armed," said Jim, picking up a stick.


Bob Knight's Camping Out 69 As he stooped over, two of the turtles fell off his hat. "Hi!" said he, picking up the turtle," I must put you back in the pond." Away he ran toward Round Pond. After breakfast Jerry asked Molly if she knew how to make a blueberry pudding. Molly shook her head, and answered: "No, I don't. But, say, boys, I can make flapjacks fit to make you dance." "Make 'em, quick," cried Jerry. "Get the blueberries for me," said Molly. So Jerry and Otto went on their wheels to the village to buy blue berries. Dick, Ben, and I went to the woods to c1,1t some fresh ever green boughs for our beds. In our ramblings we came across Jim Daylight, and he showed us a crow's nest in a tall pine tree. \Ve all shinned up the tree to look in the nest; but we did not take any of the eggs. Jim would not let us. He thinks a good deal of crows. When we went back to camp we found Molly bak ing flapjacks on top of the stove. We have not a pancake griddle. And Jerry was pounding up ma ple-sugar for the flapjacks. Zip! Bang! Boom! Did n't we have a feast! Every time Molly offered us more flapjacks, we fellows yelled:


70 Bob Knight's Camping Out Who's a boss coo k ? M o ll y M o lly M o lly I bet each of us campers ate a hundred flapjacks apiece. Anyhow, I know I did. I am sorry Jim Daylight did not have any of the flapjacks. I don't know where he was. We fellows left him in the woods. Molly went home after washing the dishes. And we fel lows were too full to walk around; we lay in the shade and snoozed. Molly did not come again. We ate bread and milk and blue berries for supper. At sunset I saw her and her father on the sailboat. I guess she went fishing. Sund a y July 17. Molly brought us a whopping big Ontario lake trout for our breakfast. She went fishing with her father yesterday afternoon and caught a boat-load of fish. That is the reason she did not come at supper-time. She said: "You campers were full enough of blueberry flapjacks to last you till Sunday morn ing, I thought." Molly knows how to cook fish. We had a first-class breakfast. After breakfast Molly went to church. We boys did not know what to


Bob Knight's Camping Out 71 do with ourselves. Jerry wanted to fight the Pine-tree Campers, but Otto said: "Jerry, behave yourself; it's Sunday." ''I wish I knew how many fellows there are at that camp," Jerry said. So when Jim Daylight came along at noon, we asked him about the number and the size of the Campers. "I don't know," said Jim. ''-Let's go down there about dark and hide in the bushes, and size 'em up." "It's Sunday," said I. ''We 're not going to fight; only look at the fel lows," said Jim. "All right," said L There was a cold northwest wind blowing off the lake. So when Molly came, we asked her to make us a vegetable soup. "I will," said she, "but where's the meat?" "Meat? said Otto. "You don't need meat to make vegetable soup." "'Deed and I do," said Molly. We hunted among the canned goods and found a can of corn-beef. "Here's your meat," sang out Jerry. "It '11 do, although it 's not the right kind," said Molly, rolling up her sleeves. Then she said: ''Now, boys, skirmish around and get me all the vegetables you can lay your hands on."


72 Bob Knight's Camping Out We fellows ran to the farm-house and bought onions, beets, carrots, cucumbers, cabbage, potatoes, green beans, and peas, and squash. We ran to camp with them, and helped Molly cut them up. Then we chucked the stove full of wood, and kept the soup boiling like mad. "I 'm hungry as a bear," said Ben. "I'm hungry as a wolf," said Dick. "I'm hungry as a tramp," said Jerry. "I 'm hungry as a hunter," said Otto. "I'm as hungry as a yellow dog," said I. "I 'm as hollow as the old scarecrow in Mr. Bush's corn-field," said Jim Daylight. "I can't help it," said Molly. "If you wanted vegetable soup for dinner, you should have told me this morning early. Soup isn't made in a minute." Molly buzzed around the stove, like a honey-bee in a clover-field. She poked the fire, and stirred the soup, and stirred the soup, and poked the fire. She did everything she could to make the soup cook faster. But it was pretty near four o'clock when that soup was ready to eat. Well! we campers made up for waiting so long. We cleaned the kettle, and ate up all the bread and crackers in the camp. Jim Daylight hung around the camp till it was dark enough to go to look at the Pine-tree Campers. Then we stole along shore like wicked highwaymen, and hid in some bushes near the Pine-tree Camp.


Bob Knight's Camping Out 73 The fellows were singing and smoking cigarettes. We could see their shadows on the tent. They were inside havin g a jolly time. "Gee whiz! said Jerry, out loud. "They 're giants," said Dick. "Let's not fight, said Jim Daylight. "Come on, we d better go back to camp," said Otto. We scudded bac k to ''Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o '' like fraid cats, and went to bed. Not one of us spoke a word. But I could not go to sleep for thinking of Poky's coming to-morrow. Monday, J u l y 1 8 The lake this morning was as calm as Buck Pond. When I came out of the tent, I saw a tug towing a schooner toward the harbor. Poky will be interested in the schooners and sailboats on the l a ke, I know. When Molly came she said Jim was on that


74 Bob Knight's Camping Out tug that was towing the schooner. Jingo! how we fellows wished we were on that tug. Jim is a lucky fellow to live where he can catch rides on tugs. About eleven o'clock Jim came to camp, and swam out to the place where we tipped over the other day, and found our fish-poles. Of course, he did not find the bait. I suppose thf! fishes had a dinner at our expense and trouble. We fellows tried to kill time by cleaning up the camp. Otto's watch is full of sand; it does not go. \Ve have to guess at the hour by looking at the sun. Jim Daylight can guess right every time, but we city chaps don't come within two hours of the right time. Jerry has a watch, but he wore it in bathing and got it full of water. Since then it has been cranky. After dinner we went to the village to meet Poky. We were early for the train, so we walked up and down the track to amuse ourselves. Gee whiz! we saw the train coming,and we scudded for the station lively. Before thetrain stopped we saw Poky at one of the windows, grinning like a monkey. We fellows went aboard the train and rode to Ontario Beach. When Poky saw us, he sang out:


Bob Knight's Camping Out 75 Kii, yii, yii, yii, Tiptop I'm a Jolly Boy from Poplar Hill, Sure pop! Rah, rah, rah Bang He had a hand-bag in one hand, and something done up in a newspaper under his arm. We fellows gathered round him, all saying, at once, "Hullo, Poky.'' When we got off the train we carried him on our shoulders to the electric car. All the time he was waving his hat and yelling: I 'm from Poplar Hill School I 'm one o f the Jolly Boys Rah, rah, rah Bang Poky enjoyed the ride up to Buck Pond. When he saw Lake Ontario he exclaimed: ''Oh, my stars! look at the big ocean! '' We rode right alongside the shore of the lake to camp. Poky was wild with delight over the blue waters of the lake on the right of the car, and the chain of ponds on the left. When we reached camp, Molly was frying eels for supper. We introduced her to Poky, and he said: "Glad to make your acquaintance, Miss Molly. How are you? I'm one of the jolly boys from Poplar Hill School. My name 's John Knight. I'm Bob's brother." "Oh, go 'long," said Molly, "your name is Poky. I 've heard all about you."


... 76 Bob Knight's Campin g Out Poky bowed, saying: "Miss Molly What-cl-call 'em, I say my name is John." Pretty soon supper was ready, and we all sat down in a circle to eat. "Where' s my chair?" Poky asked. "Sit down; Poky. You 're no kind of a camper if you can't sit on the ground," sa id I. "All ri ght. I want to be a campe r just like you fellows, said Poky, sitting down. When Molly handed him a plate with some of the eels on it, he crie d : "But I won't eat snakes." We laughed and made fun of him, but he would not eat the eels. Fortunately we had two dozen baker's cookies. Poky is very fond of cookies. Every few minutes he would call out: "Please pass the cookies, Molly." When we fellows were ready to eat cookies, they were all gone. Poky had eaten every one of them. It was a good joke on us fellows. After supper we built a rousing camp-fire, and we all sat round it, while Poky told us about Poplar Hill School. He said: "I was awful lonesome after you fellows went away, specially Bob. But Professor Kane let me go to Poplarport to buy gum; after that I felt a good deal better. The gum kept me company. Oh, say, boys, Roy and Ray can chew gum. Honor bright! I tell you! those twins are s m a rt. They don't mind


Bob Knight's Camping Out 77 tumbling down-stairs or falling in the wateringtrough, or nothing." "How 's Polly? Dick asked. "She 's well. She sent her love to you boys, every one of you," said Poky. "How 's old Doll, the horse? Ben asked. "The old horse is smart as a cricket this summer. The day I came away Professor Kane was raking the meadow with her; you know, boys, the meadow where we skated last winter," Poky said. "How's Rover ? said I. Poky slapped his knee and laughed, saying: "Boys, that old dog has caught fifteen wood chucks and nine skunks this summer. I don't care whether you believe it or not, it' s so." "Three cheers for Rover! we all yelled. "And the Hermit. How's he? Jerry asked. "Oh, he 's living down in the woods with his cats, Tige and Pussy, and a whole lot of kittens. I went to see him just before I came away, and he sent his regards to you boys, and told me to tell Bob that Pussy was well and fat,'' said Poky, nodding to me. "Hurrah! I 'm glad to hear such good news of my cat,'' said I. ''How 's our boat, the Bullfrog?'' Otto asked. "Floating in Owl Creek, right side up. I keep the Poplarport kids away from her. I came pretty near having a scrap with a whole gang of them one day.


78 Bob Knight's Camping Out I 'd licked the whole of them, too, if Professor Kane had not come along and sent me in the house," said Poky, brave as a lion. "Does the Bullfrog leak?" Jerry asked. "A little tweenty-weenty bit," Poky acknow-ledged. ''I wish we had the Bullfrog here,'' said Dick. "She's a craft to be proud of," said Otto. "And we fellows built her," said Ben. We all yelled : K i i, y i i, yii yii The Bullfrog! W e r e the fell ows tha t b uilt The Bullfrog I Rah, rah, r a h The Bullfrog "How 's Mr. and Mrs. Ashford? and Miss Wilson? and Mr. J. Hemingway Hawkins?" Ben asked. "Tiptop," said Poky. "When they heard I was invited to camp, Mrs. Ashford made me two shirtwaists; Mr. Ashford bought me some trousers and shoes; Miss Wilson gave me a straw hat; and Mr. J. H. H. gave me a quarter to get my hair cut." "Why didn't you get it cut?" I asked. "'Cause I wanted to buy gum and peanuts on the train. I bought them every time the peanut-boy came along, too. I can't afford to pay ten cents to the barber for just cutting my hair once," said Poky, jingling some pennies in his pocket. We fellows planned to take Poky to the village to-morrow morning to have his hair cut.


Bob Knight's Camping Out 79 "Come, Poky," said I, "it's bedtime. All turn in. "Where am I going to sleep? Where 's my bed? '' he asked. "Here in this corner of the tent on these boughs," I told him. "I ain't going to sleep on the ground," he whined. "\Ve campers do," said Dick. "All right. I 'II do just as you campers do," said Poky, getting ready for bed. We all went to bed, but we could not sleep, for Poky kept talking and thrashing around for a long time. He said: "Where's my pillow? I can't sleep with my head on this old satchel." "Then take your shoes," said Dick. "I won't do it. I want a pillow," said Poky. I got up and made a pillow by rolling up a couple of sweaters. All was quiet for a few minutes, and I was just dropping off to sleep, when Poky yelled: "Plague take the frogs! I wish they 'd stop their hollering." "Go to sleep," said Jerry. "Mosquitoes are a-biting me," Poky yelled. "Kill 'em," said Dick. "I can't catch them," said Poky, slapping his hands together in all directions.


80 Bob Knight's Camping Out Pretty soon something went flap, flap, flap, against the tent. "What 's that? Poky whispered. "Robbers. Hold on to your pennies, Poky," Ben told him. Poky became very nervous about that flapping against the sides of the tent. So we fellows got up to investigate, and found two large bats inside the tent. We opened the flaps of the tent, and the bats flew out. But poor Poky was scared to death. He would not go to sleep inside the tent. He went outside and sat up against a tree, and put a small tub over his head to keep the mosquitoes and bats from biting him, and to keep the frog-music out of his ears. Tuesday, July 19. When Jim Daylight came this morning, Poky exclaimed: "Who 's that chap with snakes and turtles crawl ing all over him?" "Why, he's our fisherman, Jim Daylight," said I.


Bob Knight's Camping Out 81 When Poky heard that Jim was a fisherman, he ran up to Jim, sayin g : "How d do, Jim? Take me a-fishing, will you? "Certainly," said J im. "I m a fisherman, too. I fish in Owl Creek. Don't I, boys?" said Poky. "Oh, Poky 's a great fisherman," Dick said. "I can catch fish with any kind of a hook. And, if I can't get a hook, I can catch 'em with a crooked pin. And, if I can't find a pin, I can catch 'em with just a string," Poky told Jim. From that very minute Poky and Jim became firm friends. Poky sat next to Jim during break fast, and was not afraid of the snakes sticking out of Jim' s pockets, or of the turtles crawling on Jim's hat. The two boys chatted together like two old fishermen, telling about the big fish they had caught. After breakfast we boys wanted to take Poky to the village to have his hair cut, but he wanted to go fishing with Jim. So we let him go. "I bet Jim's going to show Poky where his fish-ing-ground is," Dick whispered. "I bet so, too," said Jerry. "Let' s keep an eye on them," said Ben. "We '11 follow them," said I. Jim and Poky stole off when they thought we fel lows were not noticing them, but I saw them out of the corner of my eye. W e kept still for a few 6


82 Bob Knight's Camping Out minutes, then we crept along the shore and saw the two fisher-boys get into a boat and row up the lake. We walked along the shore, following them at a safe distance. Jim and Poky were so interested in telling big fish stories that they did not see us following them. We found out where one of Jim's fishing places is. It is a point between Long Pond and Braddock's Bay. We fellows went back to camp and waited for the fisher-boys to return. About twelve they came with a long string of perch and bass, and two small pickerel. Poky was as crazy as a bumblebee over the luck he had had; but Jim took it as his every-day luck. Jim cooked the pickerel for our dinner. We also had some new potatoes. Otto bought them of Mr. Bush. He did not steal them. But the campers at the Pine-trees pilfer like crows; so Mr. Bush says. The fellows at our camp do not say anything about fighting the Pine-tree Campers. Jim Daylight is as mum as a bat about those fellows. I am glad of it; the weather is too hot for fighting. I do not want to fight without Tony. We would get licked sure. After dinner Jim went home. Poky amused himself cleaning fish. And we fellows watched a fleet of yachts racing before a stiff wind. The turning


Bob Knight's Camping Out 83 buoy was right off "Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o." It was jolly fun to see the white sails dip, and sometimes appear to lie flat on the surface of the water, as the yachts made the buoy. The Cinde rella won the race. We had fish for supper. Jim cooked them. Poky ate fifteen perch and two bass. He remarked: "I 'm going to have enough fish for once anyhow. Pass the fish, Jim." Beside him on the ground was a heap of bones as large as his straw hat. "Poky," said Jim, "you beat a kingfisher eating fish.'' "Well, I 'm bigger than a kingfisher, I ought to eat more,'' Poky replied. ''I wager you 've eaten more fish for your supper than a kingfisher would eat in a couple of weeks," said Jim, to tease Poky. "Go 'way, don't bother me, Jim. Please pass the fish, somebody," said Poky, holding out his plate for more fish. "You've eaten all the perch up, Poky," said Jim, passing the last two fish to Poky. "Never mind, there's lots more in the lake. I 'II catch a bushel to-morrow," Poky promised, as he took the fish. Poky washed the dishes. Jim went with us fel lows in our boat to gather drift-wood. There was a beautiful sunset, with three schooners on the hori zon of the lake.


84 Bob Knight's Camping Out W ed n esday July 20. To-day is my birthday. I thought of it the first thing when I awoke, but I did not say anything about it to the fellows, for fear they would pounce on me, and give me a birthday thrashing. After breakfast Otto and Jerry said they were go ing to the village on their wheels. I whispered to Otto to go to the express office and see if there wai; anything there for me. I was looking for that wheel from Uncle Ralph. Just after the fellows had gone, Jim Daylight came on a run to tell me there was a wheel in the express office for me. Christo pher Columbus! I jumped on the first car that came along and rode to the village, getting there just as Otto and Jerry did. We went to the express office and found a dandy wheel. O f course, I know how to ride one, for I have ridden hundreds of times on Otto's and the other fellows'. Jerry and Otto looked the wheel over, and pronounced it first-class. We bought some groceries and rode back to camp. When Poky saw us coming, he yelled: "Oh, Bob, where did you get that wheel?" I told him about my birthday and the wheel. "Jingo! I want a wheel, Bob," he said. "You can ride mine half the time," I told him. "All right. Help me on ; I 'll try it," said Poky. We fellows helped him on and showed him how to ride it. He was delighted with the wheel. He


Bob Knight's Camping Out 85 did not want to stop riding it to eat dinner. All the afternoon he was on that wheel, and by supper-time he could coast with his hands off the handle-bar and his feet off the pedals. I did not have a chance to ride it; but I had the fun of seeing Poky have a good time. After supper I treated all the fellows to peanuts and gum. I bought. them when I was at the village in the morning. As soon as Poky saw the gum he jumped off the wheel, saying: "Oh, Bob, give me some gum. I haven't any birthday present for you, but I 'll play you a tune on my fiddle." Away he ran into the tent and brought out that paper and exclaimed : package wrapped up in newspaper, which he car ried under his arm that day we met him at the train. He tore off the "See my fiddle, boys! I made it myself." The fiddle was made out of an old cigar-box and a piece of a broom-handle. "Listen, boys," he said, beginning to play.


86 Bob Knight's Camping Out "Is n't this fine music? I made this bow out of some hairs from Doll's tail." All the evening he played on that fiddle for us boys. He forgot all about the wheel, and the peanuts and gum. One minute he would make the fid dle sound like a mule braying, or a pig squealing, or hens cackling; and we fellows would laugh ourselves almost to death. Then the next minute he would play a hymn so beautifully that we all felt like crying. Dick said that Poky's music made him homesick. Jerry said it gave him the blues. After a while we fellows went to bed, but Poky kept on fiddling. I looked out of the tent several times and saw Poky sitting on a box, fiddling to the moon. The fellows were so interested in Poky's fiddling that they forgot to give me my birthday thrashing. I am very grateful to Poky for his fiddling. 0 Thursday, July 21. The first thing I did this morning was to write to Uncle Ralph, thanking him for my wheel. Poky


Bob Knight's Camping Out 87 sent his thanks, too. He was riding the wheel while I was writing the letter. After breakfast, Poky said: "Molly, can you make a chocolate cake?" "Yep," said Molly, "if I had the stuff, I could." "Oh, Bob," cried Poky, "buy the stuff for a chocolate cake, will you? '' "Ask Otto," I told him. Because I had only fifty cents, and it was my turn to buy provisions for camp. I did not want to spend my fifty cents for chocolate and stuff for a cake. Poky asked Otto, and he promised to buy the ma terial for the cake. Then Otto and I rode down to the village to buy things to eat. We did not stay long; there was a big black cloud in the west, and we rode back to camp like sixty. Poky yelled at us when we came in sight: "Hurry up, boys, Mr. Bush has got a field of wheat to get into the barn before it rains. Come on, let 's help him." We jumped off our wheels, threw the groceries to Molly, and away we ran to the wheat-field with Poky. Jerry, Ben, and Dick were already there. We fellows went to work like farmers, helping Mr. Bush and his hired man load the wheat. Poky thought he was doing all the work. He had lots of fun bossing us fellows. He would sing out: ''Hurry up, Dick; work lively, Ben; toss 'em up quick,


88 Bob Knight's Camping Out Jerry; get out of my way, Bob. We must get this wheat in before it rains. Work a little faster, Otto.'' We fellows worked like hired men. Jerry drove the last load from the field. Gee whiz! just as he drove into the barn the rain came down in bucketfuls. But the wheat-field on the bluff of the lake was cleared of every sheaf of wheat. "Rattlety-bang cried Poky, running into the barn, "didn't we fellows work!" "Indeed you did," said Mr. Bush. "I 'm much obliged to you boys for helping me get the wheat into the barn. "You 're welcome. We had heaps of fun," re plied Otto. "More fun than a circus," exclaimed Dick. "I want you fellows to come up to the house and have dinner. I guess you won't have much of a meal at camp today, said Mr. Bush, looking out at the weather. It was raining like sixty, yet we fellows thanked


Bob Knight's Camping Out 89 Mr. Bush for his kind invitation, and said we would wait in the barn till it stopped raining. Pretty soon Mrs. Bush sent a gallon of milk and a milkpan full of doughnuts down to the barn for us boys. Rattlety-bang Didn't we have a picnic! Mr. Bush's barn is just the kind of a barn I like. There is a place under the eaves where the swallows can build nests, and plenty of holes all round the sides for cats to crawl in I wanted to stay there all day, but about half-past four it stopped raining, and the rest of the fellows wanted to go back to camp to see what had become of Molly and the chocolate cake. We started. Mr. Bush called after us: "Boys, if you want any harvest apples, go in the orchard and help yourselves." We yelled: Who 's all right ? Mr. Bu s h Mr. Bush. Rah, rah rah Mr. Bush!" Over the orchard fence we jumped and filled our pockets -with apples, and went to camp. When Molly saw us coming, she said: 'Oh, boys, the chocolate cake is spoilt." "Oh, shucks!" said Poky, running ahead of us. "It was the most beautifulest cake I ever made, but it's all gone," said Molly.


90 Bob Knight's Camping Out Where did it go to?" asked Poky, looking all around him on the ground. "I put it in the oven to keep it dry, but the rain ran down through the cracks in the old stove and washed away my beautiful cake," said Molly, taking out of the oven the cake all soaked with water and soft as mud. "Never mind," said Otto, "to-morrow you can make another." "Oh, my!" howled Poky, "I wish I had that cake before the rain melted it.'' "Say, boys, you haven't anything in the camp for supper but 'taters. Everything else is washed away," said Molly. "All right," said Otto, "we '11 cook them. You needn't stay, it's so wet." Molly ran home. Poky and Dick peeled the potatoes, Ben and I built a fire on the ground, and we all went in bathing while the potatoes were boiling. We went to bed about the time the frogs began to sing. Friday, July 22. We did not have anything but bread and milk for our breakfast. "Seems to me, boys, we have pretty slim meals," Jerry remarked. "Let 's earn some money and have more to eat," said Ben.


Bob Knight's Campin g Out 91 "That's a bright idea," said Jerry. "Let 's start out and see what we can find to do," said I. "I know what I '11 do," said Jerry. "So do I," said Otto. "I do, too," said Ben. "Jingo! I know what I 'm going to do," sang out Poky. After breakfast all us fellows scudded in different Mt H directions. I don' t know where the other fellows went; but I ran over to Mr. Bush's farm. I found him in the barn. When he saw me, he said : ''Hullo, Bob, what can I do for you?' 8VSH 'Do you want to hire any one to work on your farm? I inquired. "Of course I do," he answered. "I 'm your man, then," said I. "Well, well, you 're just the little man I'm look ing for," he said. "All right. I 'm ready for work. What can I do? I asked. "Let me see. You'd better hoe the weeds out of that carrot-patch," he said, handing me a hoe, and showing me the way to the g a rden. It was


92 Bob Knight's Camping Out pretty hot work, but Mrs. Bush brought me out a big straw hat and a pair of overalls to put on. I felt worth. I think it was late when I began work, for pretty soon I heard the dinner-horn, and away I ran to the house. In a few minutes the other hired man came. We two washed our hands and faces on the back stoop. The man's name is Jake. ullo, bub," said he. "How do ypu like hoeing weeds? '' "First rate," said I. "What have you been working at this morning?" I JA.k [ "Oh, I 've been raking over the wheat-field. We didn't rake it very clean yesterday on account of the rain coming so suddenly," he told me. Pretty soon Mr. Bush came and we went in to dinner. Christopher Columbus! what a big dinner we had. I wish the fellows could have had some of the blueberry pudding. I ate so much I did not feel like hoeing weeds in the afternoon. But, of course, I did, because I was hired to work. I had forgotten to ask Mr. Bush how much he was going to pay me.


Bob Knight's Camping Out 93 If I don't receive a cent, however, I shall feel a thousand times repaid with that dinner I ate. That carrot-patch seemed longer and wider than it did in the morning, but I dug and scraped with my hoe, and pulled weeds all the afternoon. And I was rewarded with a good supper. I tell you what! Mrs. Bush knows how to cook. She invited me to stay all night; but I wanted to go back to camp to see the fellows, and find out about what they had been doing all day. So after supper I ran to our camp. Di"ck was the first one I saw. "Hullo! what you been doing to-day?" I asked. "Selling peanuts and pop-corn. I 've made seventy-five cents," he said, proud as a millionaire. '"Where are the rest of the fellows? What have they been doing?" I asked. "Oh, Otto sold newspapers. Jerry got a job on the tug. Ben 's been pickin g blackberrie s on a farm near Paddy Hill," Dick told me. Just then Poky came running toward us yelling: "I 've made thirty cents, boys." "How 'd you do it?" I asked him. "Fishing," said Poky. "How many did you catch? I asked. "Oh, 'bout a dozen, I guess. Anyhow, I sold them for thirty cents," said Poky, holding up a quarter and a nickel.


94 Bob Knight's Camping Out When Otto, Jerry, and Ben came, they asked me how much I had earned, and I told them two square meals. They laughed at me; but when I told them about the blueberry pudding, they quit their laughing and groaned. Then I said : "I think Mr. Bush will pay me at the end of the month." "He won't pay you till next winter," said Jerry. "It is n't fair. You are having a lot of good things to eat before we fellows do." "I 'II make it up to you campers, when I get my pay," I told them. The evening was cool. I built a fire and wrote and drew pictures in my diary. The fellows went to bed. Saturd a y July 23. When I awoke this morning, the first thing I saw was Poky fishing in Buck Pond. By the expression on his face, I judged that he was not having any lck. In the rushes near by I saw a kingfisher with a fish in his bill. I bet that bird was catching all the fish. When Poky came in, he threw his fish-pole on the ground, yelling:


Bob Knight's Campin g Out 95 "Plague take the kingfishers! They catch all my fis h. I did n't have any luck at all. I 'm going into some other business, see if I don't." Poky and I cooked the breakfast, then we camp ers separated for the day. Molly came along just as we were starting. She was going berrying. Poky called to her: "Molly, don't forget that chocolate cake." When I arrived at Mr. Bush' s, he told me I had better fini s h weeding the carrot-patch. I went to work like a good fellow; but I got terribly tired of that carrot-patch; it seemed to grow larger and larger every time I saw it. Yet I kept at work, lis tening all the time for the dinner-horn. The morn ing seemed like a week. And I began to think that, perhaps, Mrs. Bush had forgotten to blow the horn. I went up to the house to see what time it was. Ginger! it was only ten o'clock. I suppose Mrs. Bush thought I looked hungry. She gave me some cookies and told me I need not hoe any longer. But I told her I must finish that carrot-patch. For I know that, if I am ever going to amount to any thing, either as a farmer or a business man, I must stick to a job till I finish it. So I went back to the carrot-patch, and hoed, and scraped, and dug, and pulled weeds, till the dinner-horn blew. When Jake met me on the back stoop, he sang out:


96 Bob Knight's Camping Out ''Hullo, young farmer, how s the carrot-patch?" "Fine, big crop," said I. 'Getting tired of your job?'' Mr. Bu s h asked. "No, siree," said I. Mr. Bush laughed and said: "Bob, you '11 make a successful farmer." "Thank you, sir. That's what I intend to be," I replied. The afternoon passed a little quicker. About five o'clock Mrs. Bush called me to feed the hens. I like fowls, so I had fun at that work. Mrs. Bush gave me a tin of biscuits to take to the fellows. I was late getting back to camp. All the fellows were there but Poky. Pretty soon he came on a run, yelling at the top of his voice: "I 've struck another job, boys." "What is it?" I asked. ''Bugging potatoes,'' he answered. "What's that?" Otto wanted to know. "Why, don't you know? Picking bugs off the potato-vines. It 's a boss job; better than fishing. I get ten cents a day. And the bugs are thicker than fleas on a dog," said Poky. "You 're downright mean to go back on the fishing business," Jim Daylight told him. "The fish won't bite. And the kingfishers catch everything. I don't have any luck at all," said Poky.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 97 "None but fishermen can have a piece of my chocolate cake," Molly sang out. "Oh, oh, oh! I 'm a fisherman. Sure pop! Hon or bright! True as anything," yelled Poky, holding out both hands for some cake. Of course, Molly gave him some. It was a dandy cake. Molly is a tiptop cook. We fellows were so tired, working hard all day, we went to bed early. Sunday, July 24. No work for us campers to-day. When Poky awoke, he whispered to me: "Say, Bob, is it wicked to fish on Sunday?" "Yes," said I, "it 's wicked." "We've got to eat, and we haven't any fish, and I ought to catch some," Poky said, tearing around the tent, trying to find his pole and fish-hooks. Just at that moment Molly and Jim came with a long string of fish for our breakfast. "Hullo, there, Jim!" Poky sang out, "is it wicked to fish on Sunday?" "'Tis for you; 'tain't for me; I'm a fisher man," Jim replied. Poky said no more, but went to work to help Molly and Jim fry the fish. After breakfast Molly skipped off to church, and the fellows went in swimming. I did not go. I had 1

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98 Bob Knight's Camping Out a scheme in my head. I wanted to surprise the fel lows with some hot apple-sauce for dinner. Otto is very fond of it. When the fellows were in the water, I went over to Mr. Bush's orchard and got some apples. I feel perfectly free to take the apples, because I am one of his hired men. Vv ell, I got the apples and made a whopping big kettle of apple-sauce, and hid it between some stones on the beach. I did not want the fellows to see it till dinner-time. Christopher on one foot. Columbus! when the fellows came in from bathing, what did Otto do but step plumb into that kettle of hot apple sauce Kii, yii, yii he yelped, and went hopping around "You've spoilt the apple-sauce. Plague take the luck!" I cried. "Oh, no, he has n 't. His foot is clean, he just came out of the lake," Jerry said. Jerry is very fond of apple-sauce. And Otto is so fond of it that he did not get angry because he burnt his foot. We had the apple-sauce for dinner, for we did not

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 99 want to lose it, and all the fellows ate it. Molly did not; she went home. In the afternoon we went rowing on Buck Pond. Molly did not come for supper; we ate bread and milk. We went to bed at eight o'clock, because we are obliged to get up so early in the morning. We did not go to sleep on account of a queer noise. Poky was frightened out of his wits. So Jerry and I went outside and saw a big owl and a little owl perched on a limb of a tree near the tent. When we fellows found that the owls were making that noise we went to sleep. It takes more than owls to frighten the fellows of "Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o." Monday, July 25. I got up at four o'clock to go to the farm for breakfast. I left the other fel lows fast asleep. They did not hear me get up. But I came near waking them up, by bursting out laughing at a spider's web on Ben's head. That snider must have been busy all night, spinning its web from Ben's head to

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100 Bob Knight's Camping Out the side of the tent. I did not brush away the web; I thought I would leave it for the other fel lows to laugh at. Ben will enjoy the joke as well as the rest of them. I reached the farm just in time for breakfast. Jake said, as I sat down to the table: ''Well, Farmer Bob, how goes the carrot-patch? '' "All right," said I. "Going to hoe weeds to-day?" Jake asked. Before I had time to answer, Mr. Bush said: "I 'm going to the village to get the horses shod. Don' t you want to go along, Bob?" "Thank you, I 'd like very much to go," I told him. "All right. We'll harness up after breakfast," Mr. Bush said. When we went to the barn, Mr. Bush told me to lead the horses to the trough to drink. I tell you what! Mr. Bush has a fine team. I don't know very much about hitching a team to a wagon, but Mr. Bush soon taught me the way the different straps and buckles went together; and now, I think, I could hitch up all alone. Mr. Bush let me drive the team, and when we drove through the village at a 2 :40 gait, I bet all the boys in the streets envied me. ''Let 'em go,'' said Mr. Bush. "Are n 't they running away?" I asked. "Oh, no, they 're just going at their natural gait," Mr. Bush told me.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out IOI When we were riding along, I heard a voice call ing, "Peanuts and pop-corn; five a bag." I slowed up a little, and saw Dick with a basket on his arm, selling peanuts and pop-corn. "How 's business?" I called out. "Tiptop," yelled Dick, waving his cap at me. I wanted to say more to him, but my team was going so fast I could not. I bet Dick noticed my fast horses. A little farther on I saw Otto, with a bundle of papers under his arm, calling: "Morning papers; Democrat or Herald. I stopped my horses and called:" Here, boy, give me a paper." Otto came on a dead run toward the wagon. And when he saw me he sang out: "Hullo! you young hayseed. How 's the carrot patch?" "Boss. How's the news business?" said I. "Tiptop," said Otto, strutting around with the airs of a newspaper reporter. Mr. Bush asked Otto to ride, but he said he must s 'en his papers. I drove to the blacksmith's shop,

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102 Bob Knight's Camping Out and helped unhitch the horses. Then I went over to the dock. A tug was just landing, and there at the wheel stood Jerry. "Hullo! Captain," said I; "how 's the weather? "Fair and calm. Two schooners were becalmed this morning; and we 've just towed them in," said Jerry. ''What kind of a sailor are you? Do you get sea sick?" I asked. < "Not a bit," said Jerry, as he jumped ashore. We walked around till we met Dick, and we bought some peanuts of him. Otto came along, so we treated him. And I bought three bags to take to the farm. "Come again," said Dick; "I 'm doing a good business this morning." "Much obliged, we will,'' said I. I left Dick, Otto, and Jerry, and went to the blacksmith's shop, and Mr. Bush was ready to hitch up. I helped him, and we started for home. On our way we passed a large field of blackberries, and among the bushes I spied Ben hard at work with a number of boys.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 103 "Ben, what's the price of blackberries?" I called. "What 's the price of carrots? Ben called back, without looking around. He had his back toward me. "Would n't you like to take a ride this fine morning?" I asked him. He did not answer. But I am sure he was peeking out of one eye at my team of horses. I spoke to my horses, and away we went down the road, leaving a cloud of dust behind us. When we reached the farm, I gave one of the bags of peanuts to Mr. Bush, the other to Mrs. Bush, and Jake got the third one. Af_ter dinner it rained. Mr. Bush and I sharpened the knives of the reaper, and greased the wheels of a couple of wagons. I stayed all night, because I thought Molly would not be at the camp to do the cooking. And I did not want to eat any of Dick's or Jerry's messes. Tuesday, July 26. I was up early, and went to the barn with Mr. Bush and Jake to do the chores. I fed the calves. One of them is a pet. I would give fifty cents for that calf, but I suppose Mr. Bush would not sell it less than five dollars. I also fed the hens Then I went to breakfast. Mrs. Bush is a first-rate cook. We had some

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104 Bob Knight's Camping Out delicious griddle-cakes for breakfast. I am not get ting much money for my labor on the farm, but I am eating three square meals a day, that is certain. I spent the morning helping Mrs. Bush look for the peacock. It had been gone since last Sunday. We went down in the woods, and over in the oat field, and across the road in the corn-field, and through all the meadows and pastures, and at last we came upon the peacock in the orchard, wander ing about like an old tramp. I ran after it and headed it off, and shooed it all the way to the barn. It is a splendid bird. I wish I could draw its picture. I tried to, and found that the sketch was no good without colors. Mrs. Bush says that pea cocks are great fellows for wandering away from home. I am learning a great deal about farming. \.Vorking on a farm is almost as much fun as camp ing. I intended to work for Mr. Bush all summer, but Otto came over to the farm after dinner all out of sorts, and said: "Oh, Bob, come back to camp. We fellows are tired of working." "But I haven't earned any money," I told him. "I '11 pay your share, if you '11 do a little cooking once in a while," Otto said. "That's a bargain," said I. We went down in the field, and I told Mr. Bush that Otto wanted me to go back to camp.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 105 "Well, my boy, how much do I owe you for your services?" Mr. Bush asked. "Oh, nothing," said I. "I 've eaten so much, I think you do not owe me anything." ."Is n't there something I could give you?" Mr. Bush asked. I could not think of anything but that pet calf, so I said: "I don't suppose you'd part with that white calf, at any price." "Why, of course I will. Take it right along with you," Mr. Bush said. ''I 'm ever so much obliged for the calf," I said. "You 're welcome, Bob. You 've been a faithful worker at that carrot-patch. I'm indebted to you," said Mr. Bush. I got a rope and tied it round the calf's neck, and Otto and I started for camp, leading the calf. But the little rascal cut up like the dickens. It shook its head, and switched its tail, and jerked the string out of my hand so many times that Otto lost his pa tience. I told him to go on, and I would take my time. I found that the only way to manage the animal was to keep talking to it all the time; so I walked backwards all the way, coaxing the calf

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106 Bob Knight's Camping Out along. Well, I reached camp at last, and tied the calf to a tree behind the tent. As there was no milk for it, I gave it crackers and water. The fellows were not at camp yet. About five o'clock they came, and when they saw me, they all yelled: "How much did you earn, Bob?" I did not say one word, but went behind the tent, and led out my calf. ''Jin go! exclaimed Dick, ''did Mr. Bush give you that calf?" "Christopher Columbus! won't we have a lot of veal cutlets," yelled Jerry. "No you won't," said I. "You needn't think you 're going to eat my pet calf." "What 's it good for?" Ben asked. "For a pet," said I. ''It '11 make a good watch-dog," said Jim Daylight. "It '11 be a first-class thing to feed the mosquitoes on," said Molly, laughing. "Here you fellows need n't make fun of my calf. How much money did you earn, I'd like to know?" I asked. "I earned seventy-five cents," said Jerry. "I made a dollar, selling peanuts and pop-corn," said Dick. "And I made eighty cents, selling papers," said Otto.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 107 "I beat you all. I made two dollars," said Ben. "Hold on," said Poky, "wait till I tell you how much I earned, bugging potatoes." Then he yelled at the top of his voice, ''Seventeen cents." Poky's yelling almost scared the calf to death. It jumped up in the air, kicked up its heels, and came near breaking its neck. "Heigh-ho! "said Poky. "I like that calf. It' ll make a lot of fun for us fellows. Poky ran to quiet the calf, while we fellows reckoned up the amount we had earned. Jerry .............................. $ ,75 Dick ............................... 1.00 Otto................................ .So Ben .......... .................. 2.00 Poky........................... .. .17 Bob,, ......................... r calf We yelled: Total. .......... $ 4. 72 and I calf Rub-a-dub-dub The Camping Club Ska-no-da-ri-o On-ta-ri-o Four dollars seventy-two cents, and a calf Rattlety-bang "Say, boys," said Jim Daylight, "I '11 bring you fish every day for my share." "Boys, look what I've brought you," said Molly, taking a blueberry pie out of a basket. "Oh, thank you, thank you, Molly," we fellows all cried at once.

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108 Bob Knight's Camping Out It seemed plaguey good to get back again to camp with the fellows. We built a whopping camp-fire and ate supper. I gave the calf everything I could find in the camp to eat, but it did not seem satis fied. And about the time we fellows wanted to turn in for the night, that calf jumped and thrashed around like an eel. Poor creature! I suppose it was homesick. The fellows took turns trying to amuse it. Dick went on all fours and blatted, but he could not fool that calf. It still acted lonesome. Ben went to Mr. Bush's barn-yard and fetched some straw, and made a soft bed; but the calf would not lie down. Jerry and Otto went after a big pail of milk, but the calf would not drink. At last Poky played on his fiddle. Ginger! that music almost frightened the animal to death. Nothing pleased it. About day break it lay down all tired out, and went to sleep. Then we fellows turned in for a snooze. Wednes d a y, July 27. We did not wake up till Jim came to cook our breakfast. The calf appeared a little more con tented. It is getting used to camping with us fel-

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 109 lows. And the fellows are beginning to think a good deal of that calf. We have named it Clover. I let it run around while we were eating breakfast, and the first thing I knew, Poky was yelling: "Oh, my! Clover is eating up Bob's bathingsuit." Sure enough. I looked around and saw my bath ing-suit fast disappearing down the calf's throat. I grabbed one of the legs of the suit and saved it. I did not care so much for my suit as I did for Clover's health. Clover drank milk for her breakfast, and then took a nap. I bet she got tired out in the tus sle with the fellows last night. Poky promised to look after her during the morning. We campers took the $4.72 and went to the village to buy things to eat. We bought a water melon, a bunch of bananas, four quarts of blueber ries, four chickens, two pounds of candy, and a lot of gum. When we returned to camp we found Poky and Clover lying side by slde fast asleep. I gave Poky five sticks of gum for taking care of the calf. ''Do you think Clover looks fat? Poky asked me. "I don't know. She looks all right," I answered. "She chewed up Molly's dish-towels while you were away," said Poky. "Jingo! it will kill the calf," said I.

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1 IO Bob Knight's Camping Out "No, it won't," said Jim. "Dish-towels won't hurt a calf." But I kept my eye on Clover to see that she did not eat any more dry-goods. In the afternoon we fellows went rowing. Poky wanted to go home with Jim. So we took Clover with us in the boat, and she seemed to enjoy the ride on the water as much as we fellows did. We were gone till supper-time. Jim did not come back. Poky and I served the watermelon, blueberries, and bananas, and some cold chicken left from the dinner. After supper Poky played on his fiddle. Clover appeared delighted; she sat down on her haunches and listened to the music. I don't know how late Poky sat up and played for the calf. We fellows turned in and left him fiddling. Thursday, July 2 8 Jim Daylight came over early to our camp and said he had to go fishing with his father. "Who'll be cook?" Dick asked. "Bob," Otto answered. "All right," said I, because I had promised to cook once in a while.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out I I I I cooked oatmeal and made milk toast for breakfast. The fellows went down to the village after the mail. "Poky," said I, "what shall we have for dinner?" ''Oh, we 'II scratch around and find something," he said. "No," said I, "I want a good meal. Help me to think of something the fellows like." "I 'll tell you what. Let 's have a custard pie," said Poky. ''How do you make it?" I asked. "Molly has a little yellow book in the tent. I bet we can find out something about custard pies in that book," said Poky, running for the book. He brought me the book, and I found a place where it read: Custard Pie. 3 eggs, cup sugar, r qt. of milk, nutmeg, salt. "All right, Poky. We 'll have one," said I. While I was beating the eggs, Poky made a fire in the stove. I stirred the milk, eggs, sugar, and salt together, but I did not have any nutmeg, so I put in some pepper. Then I poured the mixture into a pie tin and put it in the oven. "Now let's make something else, we've had such good luck with our pie," Poky said, jumping around like a frog.

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112 Bob Knight's Camping Out I took the book and began to read aloud. When I came to chicken dumplings, Poky shouted: "Hold on, Bob, that's the thing to have. Dumplings! Dumplings! "But we haven't a chicken," said I. ''Oh, I can get a chicken. I 've got ten cents, and you give me fifteen cents, and let me take your wheel, and I '11 go to the farm where I bugged po tato-vines, and I '11 bring back a hen or a rooster, sure pop!" Poky said, jumping up and down like a jumping-jack. I gave Poky fifteen cents, and away he went on my wheel. I kept my eyes on the custard pie, lest it burn up. The oven was pretty hot. It was a de licious brown, and just ready to come out of the oven, when I heard Poky shouting at the top of his voice: "Here's your rooster, Bob, here's your rooster." I looked, and there was Poky coming with a rooster on his head. "It did n't cost me a cent," he shouted. "The farmer said I could have it, if I could catch it; and I caught it in a jiffy; and here it is." "My stars! is n't he a beauty!" l said, taking the rooster from Poky. "But I can't kill him," I said. ''Bet your cap I won't kill him," said Poky.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 1I3 ''What shall we do? I asked. "I 'II tell you," said Poky. "Let' s have the dumplings without the rooster. And let the rooster live with the calf. He 'II be a dandy playmate for Clover." "All right," said I, taking the rooster where the calf was, and giving him some corn-meal to eat. The rooster flapped its wings and crowed, then it began to eat. "Now for the dumplings," said Poky, handing me the book of recipes. I found a place where it told how to make dump lings, and read it aloud to Poky. "That sounds good," said Poky. "Plague take the luck! we have n't any suet," said I. "Oh, take butter. 'T will do just as well," Poky said. "Well," said I, "you get some potatoes and onions, and we 'II boil the dumplings on top of them. How's that for a scheme?" Bob, you've got a great head on you," shouted Poky. I went to work at the dumplings, mixing butter, flour, milk, baking-powder, and salt together. I got my hands so covered with stuff that Poky had to help me scrape it off. We had a great time trying to make the dumplings round; they were such sticky 8

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114 Bob Knight's Camping Out things. After a good deal of trouble we succeeded in making them nice and round and hard, so that they would stand up on top of the potatoes and onions. We put lots of flour on to keep them from soaking up too much of the water in the kettle. "If they 're not fit to eat, what shall we do?" I asked Poky. "I '11 tell you how we '11 manage it," said Poky. "If the dumplings are good, we '11 say you made them; but, if they 're bad, we '11 say I made them." "Oh, no, that won't be fair," I said. "Yes, it will," said Poky, dancing round the stove and every few seconds taking off the cover of the kettle to look at the dumplings. "Leave that cover alone; you '11 spoil the dump lings," I told him. "I want to see 'em puff up," said Poky. "They '11 rise quicker if you don't watch them," I said, walking away from the stove. We waited ten minutes, then we peeked into the kettle. Ginger! the dumplings did not look one bit larger. We waited ten minutes longer, then peeked in again. Jingo! they seemed to grow smaller. I was downhearted, but Poky tried to cheer me up by saying: "Bob, the fellows will be so hungry, they '11 think the dumplings are fine." "Poky, do you think so?" said I.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out I 15 "Well, anyway, just remember, if the dumplings aren't good, I made 'em," he replied. We heard the fellows coming along the beach, so Poky grabbed the rooster and took him into the tent. When the fellows came alongside the stove, Poky stuck his head out of the tent and said: ''Don't come in, boys, I 've got a surprise for you." "What you got for dinner?" Otto asked. Poky stuck his head out of the tent and said: "You wait and see." "I 'm hungry as a bear,' said Jerry. "All right. We'll fill you up,'' Poky told him. "Sit down in the shade, boys," said I. "Poky and I 'II pass around the dinner." After they were seated, I dished out the potatoes, onions, and dumplings on plates, and Poky handed them around to the boys. "Hullo!" said Dick, "what have we here?" "Something good,'' Poky answered. "Kii, yii, yii, yii Oh, my! these round things are hard,'' Ben said, trying to eat one of the dump lings. "What do you call them?" Otto asked. "Chicken dumplings," Poky told him. "Where 's the chicken? Jerry asked. Poky ran into the tent. In a minute he held the rooster out between the flaps of the tent, saying:

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I r6 Bob Knight's Camping Out "Here 's the chicken. Look at it, boys. You eat the dumplings, and look at this fine rooster, and there you have your chicken dumplings." "Poky, you 're a big fraud," cried Jerry. "We intended to have chicken; but neither Bob nor I would kill this beautiful rooster," Poky told the fellows. "Who made the dumplings?" Otto asked. ''Are they good? All right, I mean? Poky asked. "Well, fair," said Otto. "Then Bob made 'em," said Poky. "They 're the worst things I ever ate," cried Ben. "Oh, then I made 'em," said Poky. How the fellows did laugh! "Poky, you 're a rascal," said Ben. "You 're a scamp," said Dick. "Well, who made the dumplings?" Ben asked. "You find out if you can," said Poky, with a double-twisted wink. While the boys were arguing over the dumplings I kept behind the tent, for I expected those fellows would pelt me with those hard dumplings. But for once, the fellows were very polite, eating pota-

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 1I7 toes, and onions, and a few of the dumplings, without saying another word. Poky took the plates when the fellows were through the first course, and came behind the tent, saying: "Now for the custard pie, Bob." I began cutting the pie. "Jingo!" said I to Poky, "we forgot to put the crust on the tin before we put the custard in." "Plague take the luck! What shall we do?" Poky exclaimed. I thought a few seconds and said: "I have it. We 'll call it baked custard. Don't say anything about custard pie to the fellows." We dished the custard into saucers, and passed it around, asking the fellows if they would have some baked custard. "What's the matter with this custard? It tastes like scrambled eggs," said Dick. "It 's all right. You keep still and eat it," said Poky. "Well, 't is pretty good," said Jerry. "It's all right," said Ben. "We 'll forgive you for making such hard dump lings," said Otto. "Don't go in bathing very soon after dinner, boys," Dick said. "Why not?" Poky asked.

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118 Bob Knight's Camping Out "You '11 drown with those heavy dumplings in side of you," Dick told him. Poky laughed, and began gathering the saucers from the boys. Jerry said : "Let 's get acquainted with the rooster, boys." The fellows went to playing with Clover and the rooster, and Poky and I ate our dinner. "Is there any custard left?" Poky asked. "You can have all there is in the pan," I told him. "Better feed these dumplings to the rooster; we don't want to waste them," said Poky. "No," said I. "Let 's throw them into the lake before Molly sees them. She might laugh at our cooking." "That 's so," said Poky. "I '11 bury them, so as to be sure to get them out of Molly's sight." Poky buried the dumplings. The fellows went to a ball-game in the afternoon. I stayed at home, and went after bread and milk for our supper. Then I played with Clover and the rooster. Clover is contented and happy, and the rooster scratches around in the sand after bugs and worms. We must find a name for him. I think he is very thankful we did not eat him. When the fellows came back, we had supper. "Where 's the rest of those bullets we had for dinner?" Dick asked.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out I 19 "Never you mind where they are," Poky quickly said. "Who made the dumplings?" Ben asked. "We '11 never tell," said Poky. Every few minutes during the evening one of the fellows would sing out: "Who made the dumplings?" Then the others would answer: Rub-a-dub-dub The Camping Cl ub Ska-n o-da-ri-o On-ta-ri-o Rattlety-bang Who made the dumplings At last I said: "I made those dumplings. But I 'II be thumped if I ever make them again for you fellows." "Bob, you 're a great hash-maker,-but you can't make chicken-dumplings," said Ben, just as he was crawling into his blanket. I threw my shoe at him, but he dodged it, and the shoe knocked over the candle, and we were left in the dark. Friday, July 29. The first thing I heard this morning was that rooster crowing loud enough to wake everybody on the shore of Lake Ontario.

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120 Bob Knight's Camping Out "Wring that rascal's neck," roared Jerry. ''Cook him for breakfast," cried Dick. I jumped up and ran outside; and there I saw the rooster perched on the ridge-pole of the tent like a weather-vane, and crowing with all his might. I called to the fellows: "Oh, boys, come out and see how beautiful our rooster looks." They piled out, rubbing thejr eyes. Poky came first, and he exclaimed: "Hullo, old Sunrise! what you waking a fellow up so early for?" "Sunrise is a capital name for our rooster," said I. "Rah, rah, rah, Sunrise! all the fellows yelled. So we named the rooster Sunrise. We fellows plunged into the lake for a bath. I tell you what! Old Ontario is a big bath-tuh. We did not stay in very long, for we saw Jim Daylight, Molly, and Grouse coming over the bluff. Oh, my! I was glad to see them coming, because I did not want to have anything to do with the breakfast. I am tired of cooking. I whispered to Dick: "Don't tell Molly anything about those dumplings, will you?" "No, I won't tell, if you'll promise to make corn beef hash some morning for breakfast," he replied. Oh, I '11 make anything, if you won't tell on me," I promised.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 12 I "It's a bargain," said Dick, winking at me, as he walked away. ''Boys, did you miss me? Molly asked. "Yes, indeed, we did," Jerry answered. Bob stuffed us with bullets, and almost killed us," Ben sang out. "That 's too bad. What shall I make you for your dinner?" Molly asked. "Chocolate cake," yelled Poky. "Blueberry flapjacks," cried Jerry. "Muffins," said Ben. 'Popovers," said Dick. ''Apple pie," said Otto. I did not ask for anything. I was thinking about those hard dumplings, and I feared the fellows would tell on me. "You'll drive me crazy," said Molly, holding her hands over her ears "Make the fellows a fish-chowder," Jim Daylight said. We all yelled : R ub a -dub-dub Make a fish c h owde r fo r the Bo y s' C lu b Ska-no dar i o O n-ta -ri-o Rattlety-ban g ''All right. I ll make the chowder for dinner. But I '11 give you nothing but mus h and milk for breakfast, for it' s never a thing do I find in the camp

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122 Bob Knight's Camping Out to cook," said Molly, looking among the boxes and cans. "What do you think Bob did?" Jerry asked. "I can't tell," said Molly. "He made a custard pie, and did n't put any piecrust on the tin plate," he told her, laughing fit to split his sides. "Oh, that 's nothing. I did that once myself when I was learning to cook," Molly said, laughing. Jim Daylight had brought us some fish. So after breakfast Molly and Jim began the fishchowder. "Say, boys, I want some more wood. Who '11 go for it?" Molly asked. "I, I, I, I, I, I," we all answered. Away we all ran to the boat, jumped in, and rowed up to Cranberry Pond. We found loads of drift-wood, but some other campers were there gathering it. "Say, you fellows, let our wood alone," called out one of the fellows. "Sha 'n't do it," cried Jerry. "Keep still, we'll get in a fight," Ben whispered. "I 'd like to fight. I haven't had a good fight since I came to camp," said Fighting Jerry, picking up the wood as fast as he could make his hands go. "Drop that wood," said one of those fellows.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out I 23 Jerry stood still, and held on to the wood. "Drop it," said the fellow, striking Jerry a blow on the arm. Jerry dropped the wood, and pitched into that fellow, knocking him flat as a flapjack. Then Jerry picked up the wood and walked over to the boat. When that fellow saw that Jerry was a fighter, he let him alone. And the fellows with him did not offer to fight. We campers filled our boat with wood, and rowed back to camp. We smelt the chowder before we landed. Ginger! how hungry it made us. We carried the wood ashore and piled it near the stove. with a long stick. pie out of the oven. Jim was stirring the chowder Molly was just taking an apple She exclaimed : "How 's this for a pie, boys?" "Three cheers for the apple pie," cried Otto, taking the pie from Molly, and putting it on top of his head. "Oh, my! don't spoil my pie," said Molly. "Here, put that pie on the box," yelled Jerry. "Dinner's ready," called Jim. And we fellows almost fell into the kettle of chowder; we were so hungry. When we had tasted it, ] erry sang out: "Three cheers for Jim Daylight's fish-chowder!"

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124 Bob Knight's Camping Out "A million cheers for Jim's chowder!" Dick shouted. Then we began eating, and we were as still as pigs. Pretty soon Molly cut the pie and passed it around. "A hundred million cheers for Molly's pie," sang out Otto. "Rah, rah, rah, for Molly! we all shouted. We made so much noise that Sunrise began to crow, and Clover went racing round the camp like a colt. I feared she would break her neck, so I told Poky to catch her and feed her. Molly and Jim went home. It was a hot after noon. We fellows went over in Mr. Bush's field and lay down in the shade. But there were so many grasshoppers jumping and ril:r hopping all over us we could not sleep. I never saw such whop -ping big grasshoppers in my life. We went back to camp, ate crackers and cheese, and went to bed. We did not see Molly and Jim again that day. Saturday, July 30. Jim Daylight came early, and told us that Molly and he were going to a picnic, and could not cook for us. The breeze was off the land, and the day prom-

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 125 ised to be a scorcher. For fear I would have to cook, I proposed putting on our bathing-suits, and st a y i n g in the lake all day. The fellows agreed to my plan. Jerry and I made some lemonade, and we fellows took turns passing it around. We stayed in the water up to our chins till sunset, keeping pretty comfortable. Sun d ay July 31. Rattlety-bang How it did rain when we campers awoke! Poky ran out of the tent and brought Sun. rise in dripping wet. He put the rooster in a large paper bag, leaving its head out, and hung the bag up on the inside of the tent. Poor Clover was frightened to death with so much water pelting her on the back; but we could not bring the calf into the t ent till we had straightened things a little. Molly did not come to cook for us; but Jim and Grouse came. We were as hungry as wolves, from the fact that all day yesterday we had had nothing but lemonade for our three meals. We ate crackers, olives, and sardines for breakfast, trusting to luck for our dinner.

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126 Bob Knight's Camping Out We were huddled in the tent like a lot of monkeys in a cage. Jerry came near fighting Jim Daylight, because Jim accidentally punched his elbow into Jerry's ribs. You see, we were so close together, Jim could not help punching Jerry. To amuse ourselves, we dressed Grouse up in Jerry's bathing-suit. I tell you what! we fellows had a good laugh. We had so much fun with the dog, we thought we would rig up a suit for Clover. So we put Otto's jacket, and Ben's trousers, and Poky's hat on the calf. Jingo! the calf was as meek as a mouse. She hung her head down, and did not know what to make of her costume. All the time we were play ing with Clover and Grouse, Sunrise was hanging on the side of the tent in the bag, looking at all the fun, and not saying one word. But the rooster en Joyed the circus, I know. Grouse and Clover were the funniest sights I ever saw. We played a long time with them. At last, Jerry asked: "What are we going to have for dinner?"

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 127 "I '11 catch some fish," said Jim. ''How '11 we cook them? The stove is full of water," said Ben. You get the fish, Jim, and I 'll find a way to cook them,'' Jerry said. Jim Daylight went for the fish, and we fellows waited patiently for him to return. But he did not come back with th' e fish in time for dinner, so we kept on waiting. It was almost dark when he came. It had stopped raining. J etry built a fire on the sand with some boxes that were dry in the tent, and Jim and Poky fried the fish. We had nothing but crackers to eat with them. Poky was so hungry that he ate the bones, fins, and tails of the fishes. After supper Poky tried to play on his fiddle, but the strings were too wet. All of a sudden he hap pened to remember that the day was Sunday. So he said: "Say, boys, when we were at Poplar Hill School you used to call me John on Sundays. Why don't you do it now, I 'd like to know?" "All right," said I, "we '11 call you John next Sunday. It 's too late to-day." "That 's a bargain," replied Poky. Before we went to bed we made a dry bed for Clover, and found a sheltered place from the wind where Sunrise could roost. Jim went home, and we campers rolled up in our blankets for the night.

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128 Bob Knight's Camping Out Monday, August r. When Jim Daylight came the sun was shining, and the members of "Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o were in good spirits. The rooster crowed, and the calf skipped around. Everybody was happy. Otto and I went after eggs and milk. We had some fish left over from yesterday, and Jim cooked us a scrumptious breakfast. "Let's play we 're sailors, and go out in the lake and live in our boat all day without landing," Jerry proposed. "That 'll be jolly," Dick exclaimed. "What 'll we do with Clover and Sunrise?" Ben asked. "Let 's take them with us," said Poky. "They'll upset the boat," Otto told him. "Let the rooster and calf stay at camp. They 'll be safe," Jim Daylight said. Then he walked down the beach to meet his father; they were going fishing. After feeding Clover and Sunrise we loaded our boat for the expedition. ''Let 's live like real sailors on hard-tack and salt meat," Jerry proposed. "That 's a scheme. We 'll take nothing but crackers and codfish," said Poky, as he hunted around the tent for a box to put the crackers and fish in.

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Bob Knight's Campin g Out 129 Our old boat had no name. Jerry asked me to mark Pirates on the stern. So I took a stick and some ink, and marked the name on the boat. We took out all the seats. We stowed away the provisions for the day and six tin cups in the bow. We made masks and caps out of paper and put them on. Jerry shouted: "Pirates, all aboard." Dick yelled: ''Cast off.'' We six pirates stood up in the boat and shouted: Farewell, Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o We 're the Pirates of Lake On-ta-ri-o Sunrise crowed, and Clover bleated, as we sat down in the boat, and Jerry and Ben each took an oar. A land breeze was calming the lake. The sun shone hot. We took turns rowing up the Jake toward Braddock's Bay. Every few minutes Otto would look at his watch. At last Dick asked: "What's the time, Otto?" "Five minutes past ten," Otto answered. "Gee whiz! I thought it was noon," said Dick. "Let's have a lunch," said Ben. "Which '11 you have, crackers or codfish? Poky asked. 9

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130 Bob Knight's Camping Out "Both," said Jerry, wiping his forehead with his cap. Poky passed around the box of crackers, and gave each pirate a small piece of fish. "I 'm going to make a codfish sandwich," said Dick, placing a piece of fish between two crackers. "Bright idea," said Ben, making himself a sandwich. "Oh, get out the cups, quick. I 'm dying of thirst," Otto cried out. Poky handed the cups around, and we pirates dipped the clear, cold, blue water out of the lake, and drank, and drank, and drank. I thought I should never get enough water. "What makes us so thirsty? I could drink the lake dry," said Poky. "It 's that tormented codfish. Let 's throw it overboard," said Jerry, tossing the codfish into the lake. "Here, don't throw away that fish; we won't have anything for dinner," said Poky. "We '11 eat crackers and drink water," said Otto. "All right," said Poky, putting the cups and the crackers in the bow. We landed at Manitou Beach at just twelve o'clock. Sitting down on the beach, we ate crackers and drank lake water for our dinner. The sun was blistering, so we decided to take a nap, and wait

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Bob Knight's Camping Out lJl for the sun to go down before we rowed back to camp. I began to think that there was not .much fun in playing pirates; and I knew the rest of the fellows thought so, too; but they did not want to own up to it. We were so uncomfortable, that we decided about five o'clock to start for camp. Dick and I did most of the rowing. \Vhen we came in sight of the camp Clover and Sunrise were tickled to death to see us. Just as we were wondering what we should have for supper, we saw a banana-man walking along the beach. Otto pounced on him and bought all the bananas in his basket. We went to bed, but we did not go to sleep, because we kept hearing a thumping noise outside the tent. Dick and I went out and found a couple of whopping big rabbits eating banana skins. I suppose the rabbits thought that we had broken camp. At any rate, they were enjoying a feast. Tuesday, August 2. The next morning when Jim Daylight came, we told him about our pirate expedition, and he quickly exclaimed: ''Great guns! who ever heard of pirates going to sea in a row-boat! Boys, I '11 tell you what I '11 do.

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132 Bob Knight's Camping Out I '11 get dad' s sailboat, and we '11 be pirates in earnest.'' "When can you get the boat? Otto asked. "This morning. Dad 's gone to town," Jim D aylight answered. "What 's the name of the boat? Jerry asked. "The Kt'ngjislz er," said Jim. "That 's a tiptop name for a fisherman's boat," exclaimed Dick. "Yes," said Jerry, "and it's just the name for a pirate's boat." While we were eating breakfast, Jim went for the Kt'ngjislzer to bring her down to camp. Pretty soon we saw her sailing on the lake, headed toward our beach. ''Three cheers! Caps off! here comes our gallant K i ngfisher, our pirate cruiser! shouted Jerry. "Long may she plough the waves! cried Otto, throwing his cap up. Jim jumped off the boat about twenty feet from shore, and waded in, saying: "Fall to, pirates, get the cargo aboard. We must take advantage of this breeze." "Who 's going to be captain?" Jerry asked.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 133 "I am," Jim quickly answered. I knew Jerry wanted to be captain, but he did not dare say so, because Jim's father owns the boat. "I 'm going to be first mate," said Jerry. "I 'm going to be second mate," said Dick. "I 'm going to be cook," said Poky. "Let 's all be pirates," said I. "That 's so. Let 's all be pirates," said Otto. "What shall we take to eat? Poky asked. "Everything that 's good. Pirates on Lake Ontario live high," said Jim Daylight. We took all the eatables we had in camp aboard the Kt'ngfish e r, wading out barefooted. Jim Day light hauled up the anchor, shouting like a fog horn: "This ship is about to sail for Canada. All.ashore but passengers. Cut loose--" ''I thought we were pirates,'' said Otto. "I forgot," said Jim, taking the tiller, and giving orders. "Here, pirates, give a hand to the ropes. Hoist the mainsail. Hurry up, you lazy sailors. Jerry, you tend the sheet. Ready, about, hard.alee." "Aye, aye, sir! we all answered. "Let her swing," said Jim. "Aye, aye, sir! we shouted again, tumbling over one another, in order to obey Jim's commands. "It seems to me we are making a good deal of

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134 Bob Kni g ht's Camping Out noise fer pirates," said I, laughing at Jim's noisy bossing. "Pirates always steal along the coast," said Otto. "You 're no pirate," Jerry said to Jim. "I'm boss of the ship," replied Jim. All but Jerry enjoyed Jim's bos s ing. Jerry came pretty near exploding, but he managed to keep his temper, because he was enjoying a sail in Jim's boat. When we had gotten away from the shelter of the land, Jim shouted: "Hoist the jib, Pirate Jerry. Here, Pirate Otto, take the sheet. Don't let her slack. Oh, pshaw! I 'II have to show you land-lubbers how to unfurl a sail. Pay out the ropes, hand-over-hand. There, that's it. I could sail better nor this single-handed." "You needn't call me a land-lubber," cried Poky. "I 've sailed lots of times on Owl creek in the Bull frog. I bet I know something about sailing." "Give us something to eat, Cook Poky," Captain Jim ordered. "Jin go! how she tips," said Dick; "are n 't we going too fast? '' "She's all right," sang out Captain Jim. The Kingfisher sped over the water before the wind like a leaf. We fellows enjoyed the sail im mensely. Poky said that the air was too strong for him, and he lay down on the bottom of the boa t, saying that it was not dinner-time yet.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 135 "When will we have dinner?" Jerry asked. "Eight-bells," sang out Captain Jim. "All right, when I hear eight-bells I 'll get the dinner," said Poky, closing his eyes. "Here 's a tin can and a stick, Pirate Otto; you keep the time, and jam on the can when it 's time for the bell to ring," said Captain Jim Daylight. Otto looked at his watch, and it was ten o'clock. So he struck the can four times. Poky lifted his head up, and said: "Say, Pirate Otto, strike that tin can again. I forgot to count." ''Get below there,'' said Otto, flinging his cap at Poky. "If you don't tell me the time, I '11 eat all the bananas," said Poky. "You must say how many bells, if you want to be a sailor," Captain Jim told Poky. "Don't bother me, I 'm eating bananas," said Poky. "Play fair, Poky. Don't eat anything till eightbells,'' said I. "I was just a-fooling you boys," said Poky, wink ing at me. Poky behaved himself till Otto sounded eight bells. Then Poky served the dinner of bread, sar dines, milk, and bananas. During the afternoon, we pirates lounged in the

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136 Bob Knight's Camping Out shade of the mainsail, letting Captain Jim and Pirate Jerry do the sailing. At six-bells we headed for "Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o." We dropped anchor, and waded ashore. Gee whiz! the first thing we noticed was that the calf and the rooster were gone. We ran about call ing, ''Clover, Sunrise, Clover, Sunrise.'' But we could not find them. "We 've been robbed," cried Pirate Dick. "Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!" shouted Pirate Jerry, running like a mad-man around the camp grounds. "To arms, to arms, brave Pirates!" cried Pirate Otto. "Say, boys." said Poky, "let's have supper first. I 've just found a blueberry pie in the tent. I bet Molly put it there for us. Anyhow those little chicken tracks on the top of the pie look like the ones Molly always makes on her pies." Poky came running out of the tent with the pie in his hands. "What do you mean by chicken tracks?" Ben asked, going to look at the pie. "See," said Poky, pointing to the row of little marks in the centre of the pie. f "Oh, is that what you mean?" said Ben, laugh ing. Then he added, "I thought you meant a chicken had walked on the pie,"

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 137 We ate our supper, then searched till dark for Clover and Sunrise, but we did not find them. Captain Jim stayed all night with us, so as to be on hand early to continue our search. He anchored the e r near our beach. I got up two or three times in the night to see that n .othing happened to the sailboat. Wedn esday, A ugust 3 We pirates were up at daybreak, and began our search for Clover and Sunrise. We looked all day long, but we did not find the m. We are going to offer ten dollars reward for them. Thur sday A u g u s t 4 We are spending all our time looking for our calf and rooster. Jim is with us. No luck to-day. F ri day Augus t 5. We fellows are becoming desperate. We cannot find hide nor hair of Clover and Sunrise. We de clare we will not go sailing or .have any fun till we find our lo s t pets. Jim had to go home to-night to help his fath e r skin perch.

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I 38 Bob Knight's Camping Out Saturday, August 6. This morning Molly came on a run calling: "Oh, say, boys, oh, say! I know where Clover and Sunrise are. Come with me and I 'll show you." We fellows ran, tumbling over one another, crying: "Where? where? where?" "This way, follow me," called Molly, running up the beach. We fellows ran as fast as we could, but we could not keep up with Molly. She ran like a deer. We followed her to Cranberry Pond, and there she showed us Clover and Sunrise in among a snarl of brush. We fellows plunged into the brush and re leased our pets. They were tied, so they could not get away. When Sunrise saw us campers, he flapped his wings and crowed. Poky took the rooster in his arms and started for camp. I led Clover. On our way, we kept yelling: "One thousand dollars reward for the capture of

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 139 the villains that stole Sunrise and Clover. Revenge! Revenge Revenge! Molly's father told her where the calf and rooster were hidden. He saw them while setting nets in Cranberry Pond last night. vVhen we reached our camp we found Jim Daylight cooking fish and making johnnycake for our breakfast. The first thing Otto and I did was to go after milk for Clover's breakfast. When we fed her she was so hungry she went head-first into the pail, and spilt nearly all the milk. Poor calf, she had been without food since Tuesday. It was a cruel joke to play on an innocent animal. Sunrise ate everything we gave him, and when we fellows were eating our breakfast the rooster flew up on Poky's arm, and looked longingly at everything Poky put in his mouth. Each of us campers gave Sunrise half of our cornbread. We were so interested in Sunrise that we forgot to watch Clover, and the first thing we knew, Molly was exclaiming: "Plague take that calf, she 's eating up my hat."

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140 Bob Knight's Camping Out I looked around, and sure enough, there stood the calf just finishing the rim of Molly's sailor hat. I suppose the calf liked it, because it was straw. "I '11 buy you another hat," I called to Molly. "So will I," said Otto. "Oh, my hat 's of no account; it 's all out of style," replied Molly, laughing at the joke the calf had played on her. We fellows took up a collection right then and there, and gave Molly $r.25 for a new hat. She did not want to take the money, but we boys insisted, and at last she accepted the money. Pretty soon Pirate Jerry called : "To arms, brave pirates! Revenge! Revenge! Revenge! We must capture those villains that stole Clover and Sunrise." "Who are they? Where are they?" asked Dick, brandishing a long pole. "I bet the village boys did it," said Ben. "No, sir-ee," said Jim. "Those campers at Long Pond stole them to revenge us for gathering their drift-wood." "Revenge! Revenge! Revenge! cried the campers of Ska-no-da-ri-o. "To the ship. All hands aboard!" yelled Captain Jim Daylight. The Kingfisher was lying at anchor about twenty five feet out from shore. We pirates, without stop ping to take off our shoes and stockings, waded out

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 141 to the sailboat, and climbed aboard. Ben and Dick hauled in the anchor. Captain Jim yelled: "Hoist the mainsail. He-haw, he-haw, you lazy sailors!" ''Aye, aye, sir,'' we sailors answered. "Look to the sheet, Pirate Jerry." "Aye, aye, sir! "Up with the jib, Pirate Bob." "Aye, aye, sir! "There 'snot much of a breeze, but we'll swing all the canvas, and chase our enemies, and capture them before the sun sets to-day," said Jim. ''Aye, aye, sir,'' we all responded. "Oh, say, Jim," said Poky, "let 's wait till dark, and then scare them to death, will you?'' "Capital idea," shouted Jerry. "We must find out whether they 're guilty. We mustn't scare the wrong fellows to death," Otto said. "That 's so," said Jim. "Let 's make a friendly call on the Long Pond Campers, and find out whether they had anything to do with the stealing of our calf and rooster," Otto proposed. "That 's just what we '11 do," said Jerry. "All right," said Captain Jim. "We '11 gibe, and make Long Pond in half an hour. Ready, about, hard-a-lee.'

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142 Bob Knight's Camping Out ''Aye, aye, sir! '' "Here, Ben and Dick, sit on port-side. Trim the boat, you pirates,'' Jim ordered. "Aye, aye, sir! The Kingfislzer glided quietly over the waters, Captain Jim steering her for the shore near Long Pond. As our feet were already wet from wading to the boat when we set sail, we did not mind jump ing into the water again and wading ashore. The Long Pond campers were lounging around on the sand, trying to keep cool. I think they did not recognize us at first, for one of the fellows jumped up, saying: "Hullo, sailors! Can you manage to keep cool on the lake? It 's a hot day on shore." "Oh, yes, we 're cool as clams," Captain Jim Daylight answered. "We 're out for a sail, so we thought we 'd call on our neighbors," said Otto, sitting down on the sand. "Hot day. Land breeze," said Jerry, sitting down. As soon as Jerry spoke, one of the Long Pond campers, said : "Hullo, Fighter, I've met you before." "Oh, yes, that 's so," said Jerry. "After drift-wood to-day?" asked one of the other fellows.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 143 "We 're just calling on you," said Jerry. "We sailed up to see how the weather was at Long Pond," said Dick. "Won't you stay to dinner?" a big fellow asked. "No, thank you. We have provisions on the boat," Jerry said. "We'd best be going: A breeze has sprung up," said Captain Jim. "Come down to our camp some day," said Otto to the campers. "Thanks, we will," said one fellow. We sailors waded out to the Kng.fisher, hauled up the anchor, preparing to sail away, when one of the Long Pond Campers called to us: "Say, boys, how 's the calf and rooster?" "Happy and well when we left camp," Otto replied, waving his cap. "Gee whiz! those fellows are the villains," Jerry whispered. "Keep still," said.Jim. "We '11 pounce on them after dark." We sailed back to "Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o" with the wind. We found Molly making bean soup. Her mother had sent us a gingerbread, so we had a good dinner. After dinner Jim and Molly sailed home in the Kng.fisher. Jim promised to be back at dark. We campers lay in the shade of the tent and slept, in

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144 Bob Knight's Camping Out order to be ready for a night attack on the Long Pond campers. At five o'clock a thunder-storm came up, and it rained till dark. Jim did not come again. We fellows ate crackers and olives, and piled into our blankets as cross as bears. Sunday, Augu s t 7 When Molly came this morning she had on a new hat. I "When will breakfast be ready, Molly? We 're in a hurry to fight the Long Pond campers," Jerry said, blus tering around the stove "You 'll have to wait till Jim and I tip the water out of the stove," Molly replied. "It 's too wet for a fire. Let 's build a fire on the ground," said Jim, gathering an armful of sticks for the fire "That 's so," said Molly, running to get more wood. Jim had brought some perch, and Molly had brought some b a king-powder biscuits. I tell you what we had a good breakfast. "Where 's the K in gfish er.'! Jerry asked, after he had eaten. "It 's down on the beach by our house," Jim answered.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 145 "Now, boys," said Molly, "if you 're going to fight on Sunday, I won't cook another meal for you, not one, see if I do.'' We fellows did not know what to say. In a couple of minutes, Jerry said : "What 's the day to do with it? A fight is a fight. Soldiers fight on Sunday." "I don't care what soldiers do. of you boys fighting on Sunday. There's no need And I won't cook for you, if you do, and that's the truth," said Molly. Jerry looked at Otto, Otto looked at Dick, Dick looked at Ben, Ben looked at me, and I looked at Poky. And not one of us knew what to say. We all wanted to fight, yet we did not iike to offend Molly. We have a great deal of respect for her, and we want her to respect us. "Well, said Captain Jim Day I igh t, "I s' pose the fight will keep over till to-morrow." "Of course it will," said Jerry, walking around with his hands in his pockets. Molly and Jim started for church. "Hold on," called Poky, "wait till I get on my shoes and a necktie, and I 'll go with you." Poky scrambled around the tent, trying to find clothes fit to wear to church. ''Here, Bob,'' he said, ''lend me your shoes, mine are full of holes. Say, Otto, let me take your coat. And, Dick, haven't you got two caps? Let me take one. 10

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146 Bob Knight's Camping Out When Poky was ready, he looked quite respect able, and felt very important, walking between Molly and Jim across the fields to church. We fellows talked about fighting the Long Pond campers till Molly and Poky came back from church. "Say, boys," said Molly, rolling up her sleeves, "I '11 make you some blueberry flapjacks, for being such good boys not to fight on a Sunday. And Jim 's going to bring a big whitefish for dinner, too." "Rattlety-bang," yelled Jerry. We fellows stood round the stove and watched Molly bake the flapjacks. Poky and I helped her bake some of them. Then we fellows set to work to eat them. I bet I ate a hundred. Jim did not arrive with the fish till we were through eating the flapjacks. So Molly fried the fish, and we ate !t for dessert. In the afternoon we fellows went over to the .. _...,, woods with Jim Day"" \to ""' ..... "' """" "" """" .. .\, :."': \r .., ; light, and we saw a flock of crows flying round an old pine tree, making a great fuss. Jim said they were quarrelling over their roosting places. Pine trees are a favorite resort for crows, so Jim says.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 147 M o nday, Augu s t 8. "Hurrah! this is the day we 're going to fight the Long Pond campers," shouted] erry, before daylight. "Keep still, it 's dark yet," said Otto, turning over for another snooze. "Poky, roll out and see what kind of weather we 're going to have to-day," said Dick. Poky bounded out of the tent, and exclaimed: "The sky is gray, but there 's a streak as red as fire low down in the east." "Jim Daylight says that means rain," said I. "Rain or shine, we '11 fight to-day," said Jerry, going out to look at the weather. "Let 's build the fire and hurry up the breakfast, so we can have a long day for our fight," Ben proposed. "That 's business," said Jerry. Then he said to Ben and me, "Get up, you two lazybones, and help build a fire." Ben and I tumbled out, and went to work like soldiers. By the time Jim Daylight arrived we had the oat-meal, coffee, and toast ready to eat. "Well, Captain Jim, are you ready for the fight?" Jerry asked, slapping Jim on the shoulder. Jim Daylight did not answer. He walked around a few minutes with his hands in his pockets. "I say, Jim, are you in a fighting mood this morning?" Jerry asked.

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148 Bob Knight's Camping Out "Yes," said Jim, "I'm in a fighting mood, but we would n't have any luck to-day. Better not fight." ''Nonsense,'' said Jerry, ''we'll have luck.'' "No, we won't. Better not fight to-day," said Jim Daylight, looking sort of downcast. "Botheration what ails you?" said Jerry. "Well, boys, I '11 tell you," said Jim. "On my way up here this morning I saw one crow flying all alone. And that 's a sure sign of bad luck, a sure sign. There 's no use of our fighting to-day." "Fiddlesticks! exclaimed Dick. "Who ever heard of a crow bringing bad luck to a fellow," said Jerry. "It 's foolish nonsense," said Otto, strutting around the camp. "We '11 get licked, if we fight," said Jim, walk-ing round and round the stove. ''Just because you saw one crow? '' Ben asked. Jim Daylight nodded his head. "Jim, what if you 'd seen a flock of crows?" I asked. "Oh, that's a sign of good luck. I'd fight any number of campers, if I 'd seen a flock of crows," Jim replied. "I suppose there 's no use talking about it. The

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Bob Kni g ht's C a mpin g Out 149 fight 's declared off," said Jerry, looking as glum as a bat. ''Let 's eat breakfast,'' said Poky, passing around the coffee. Jim Daylight did not stay for breakfast, but he promised to come back at noon. We campers concluded to wait till he was ready to fight. At ten o clock it began to rain. We crawled under the tent, and chewed gum, and Poky fiddled. Jim did not come back. Otto and I went after milk, and we had crackers and milk for both dinner and supper. Tuesday, Au gust 9 This morning when Jim Daylight came he was bright as a dollar. ''How many crows did you see this morning?'' Jerry asked him. "A big flock. We 'll have a lucky day," he answered. "War 's declared! Shoulder arms! Forward march!" shouted Dick. "Hold on, boys," said Jim, "we mustn't attack the Long Pond campers till dark." "I can't wait all day," said Jerry "Yes, you can," said Jim. "We '11 surprise 'em; that 's the way to tackle 'em; we '11 have 'em right in our net; all tangled up. It was hard luck for u s fello w s to wait all day for

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I 50 Bob Knight's Camping Out the fight; but we took Jim's advice, because he is our leader. There is no use in having a leader, unless we obey him. Jim had to go fishing with his father, but he promised to come back at sunset. So we fellows hung around the camp, resting. our muscles and bones, in order to be ready for the fight after dark. At six o'clock Jim came with a dozen perch for our supper. After cooking and eating the fish, we started for Long Pond in the Kingfisher. There was a good breeze, and we sailed quickly up the lake. "Whist, boys!" whispered Jim, as we sighted Long Pond. "Our enemies are cooking supper. See their camp-fire?" We all jumped up on the seat of the boat to look at the camp-fire. Jim whispered: "Get down on the bottom of the boat. Make our enemies think I 'm alone." We huddled down in a heap in the bottom of the boat, and Jim sailed by the camp. "Great guns! he exclaimed right out loud. "There 's 'leven of 'em." We all jumped up to look at the eleven campers. "You 're right. There are eleven," said Otto. "Put out to sea, and wait till it 's darker," Jerry told Jim. So we ran out and lay to for an hour; then we

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 151 sailed back as still as a duck paddles on the water. We cast anchor, when we were a hundred feet from shore, and watched the campers. "What 's your plan, Captain Jim?" Jerry asked, Jim took off his cap, and scratched his head, saying: "I 'm thinking out a plan." "Hark! said Poky, "those fellows are having a war-dance. Hear 'em holler?" "Wade ashore, boys," Captain Jim ordered. We pulled off our shoes and stockings, and jumped out of the sailboat. "Ss-s-s-s!" went Jim. "Don't make a noise. We 'JI scare 'em." We waded toward shore. Just as we reached the beach, we heard one of the Long Pond campers say: "Come on, boys, let 's go down to the Buck Pond camp and steal that.rooster for our breakfast. Those fellows are out sailing."

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152 Bob Knight's Camping Out We fellows did not wait to hear another word. Jim waded back to the Ki'ngfish e r, but the rest of us fellows ran for camp at lightning speed. We gathered a lot of stones, and hid in the tent. Pretty soon the Long Pond campers came running on their tiptoes down the beach. When they were within a few feet of us we pelted them with stones. Kii, yii, yii, yii how those fellows did turn and make for Long Pond! And we chased them a long way up the beach, stoning them till we were sure they would not return. Jim sailed the Ki'ngfish e r back home, then he came to camp and brought us our shoes and stockings. He remained all night. We did not see anything more of the fellows who wanted to steal Sunrise.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 153 Wednes day, August IO. This morning as I went out of the tent, I saw Jim's father walking along the shore of the lake with a sail over his shoulder. I think he was going fishing in the small boat. Perhaps Jim was going with him. He left the camp before we fellows were awake. Poky and I cooked oat-meal for breakfast. Then Otto, Dick, and Jerry went on their wheels to the village to buy provisions. Ben, Poky, and I stayed at camp to protect Clover and Sunrise. It was a long day for us. The fellows did not come back till four o'clock. Poky and I cooked steak and boiled potatoes, and as it was so late in the day, we had dinner and supper together. About five o'clock Jim Daylight came running up the beach with a couple of whitefish for our break fast to-morrow morning. "Hullo, Captain Jim," said Jerry, "what are your plans for to-day?" "There ain't a capful of wind, so I didn't sail up in the King.fislter," replied Jim. "Going to attack the Long Pond rascals to-day?" Jerry asked. "No use pitching into eleven fellows. They 'd lick us bad," Jim answered, taking a mud-turtle out of his pocket to look at it. "That 's true," said Jerry.

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154 Bob Kni g ht' s Camping Out "We must n't l eave the camp all alone again. Two of us ought to be on guard all the time," Otto said. "Boys, I 'II tell you what we 'II do," said Jim. "What is it? we all wanted to know. "Let's send a spy into our enemies' camp," Jim said. "Hurrah! Three cheers! Rattlety-bang we campers yelled. "Oh, keep still, said Jim. "Let me tell you what to do. One of us must rig up like an old tramp, and go up to Long Pond. He must talk to our enemies, and find out a plan to surprise them, or scare them to death.'' "Capital idea," exclaimed Otto. "Who wants to be the spy?" Dick asked. "Don't talk so loud," Jim whispered, "the trees and everything else have ears, when fighti'ng is going on." "Let 's draw cuts to see who shall be the spy," Otto said, tearing up some paper. He put several pieces of paper in his cap and each of us drew one. The other fellows drew blanks, but on my piece of paper was written, ''Spy.'' The fellows yelled : R ub a-dub-d u b B ob 's t he spy o f t he clu b Ska-no-da -rio O n-t a -rio Rattl ety-bang

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Bob Knight's Camping Out ISS Jingo! but I was proud! I lifted my cap, and replied : "I 'mat your service, campers of Ska-no-da-ri-o. "Where '11 we get the old clothes for Bob?" Ben asked. "We '11 borrow them off Mr. Bush' s old scarecrow," said Jim. "Just the thing," said Jerry. Up the beach, and over into Mr. Bush's corn-field we fellows ran after the old clothes. We undressed the scarecrow, and the fellows dressed me up in the old clothes. I put them on over my own clothes. The fellows said I looked just like the scarecrow. "You 're the tramp iest-looking old tramp I ever laid my eyes on," exclaimed Jim Daylight, slapping me scarecrow's clothes. I the hat down over my face, and started off toward Long Pond, trying to walk like a tramp.

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156 Bob Knight's Camping Out "Good-by, boys," said I. "Limp a little more on your left leg, and keep your right knee stiff," Jim Daylight called to me, "Good luck to you," cried Jerry. "Bring back good news," called Otto. I waved my old hat to the boys and trudged along. At first it was difficult for me to walk lame with both legs, but after a little practice, I could do it as natural as life. I had always wanted to know how a tramp felt; and now I was finding out. The old clothes made me forget all about myself. I actually felt like an old man without any friends or a home. I felt a little shy about people's seeing me. So I kept pretty well in the fields and away from the suimer cottages along the way to Long Pond. And I did not want the dog' s to bark at me. As I was crossing Mr. Bush's pasture, I saw his dog going for the cows. Quick as a flash I jumped into a snarl of bitter-sweet vines on a stone wall, and kept as still as a mouse, till Shep had driven the cows out of the lot. Then I started on again. When I came in sight of Long Pond, and saw the campers, my knees began to shake. I went on the beach and picked up some pieces of charcoal from an old bonfire to blacken my face and hands with. I did not want the fellows to recognize me. I waited till it was almost dark before I ventured near them. Then I took a stick and limped along

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 157 the beach toward their tent. They were having a jolly time playing leap-frog. I wanted to join them and take a leap myself, but, of course, I had to act the part of an old tramp. I did not say a word. I waited for them to speak first. "Hullo, old chap," called out one of the campers; "where you bound for?" I pointed with my stick toward the west. "Manitou?" he asked. I nodded my head. "Better stop and have some supper with us." I nodded my head. The fellows stopped playing leap-frog, and began to build a fire and cook fish. I sat down on a log, and rubbed my shins, and groaned. ''Are you tired? Where did you come from? Are you hungry?" the fellows asked me. "Yes, yes, yes," I answered, nodding my head.

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158 Bob Knight's Camping Out ''Poor old fellow,'' said one fellow. "Let 's give the old tramp a rousing good supper," said another fellow. "Let's fill him up for once in his life," said a third fellow they called Jack. The campers began opening tin cans and untying bundles and boxes. Two fellows gathered wood while another fried fish. I kept watch of them out of the corner of my eye. I pulled my hat down over my face and smiled to see the Long Pond campers working like slaves for me. I tell you what! the fried fish smelt good, and the eggs and the potatoes that the fellows took out of the ashes of the fire made me as hungry as a tramp. When the supper was ready the fellows piled a plate full of fish, potatoes, and eggs and gave it to me. Then they kept passing me olives, sardines, oranges, bananas, nuts, and candy. I ate all I could hold, then I filled my pockets. They were busy eating and did not notice how my pockets stuck out, when I got up and started to go. "Thank you, thank you, boys,'' I said. "Don't mention it," said one of them. "May you live long and prosper," said I, moving slowly away. "Well, old man, how did you enjoy your supper?" a fellow they called Sam asked me. "It's the best meal I 've had this summer, and

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Bob Knight's Camping Out I 59 I thank you a hundred times for your kindness," said I. ''Sit down, my friend. Don't go yet,. said Jack. It was growing dark, and I began to feel a little more at ease. I sat down again, took out my knife, and began to whittle a stick. "Where you going to spend the night?" Sam asked me. "Oh, I 'll crawl in somewhere," I answered. "Say, did you see some campers down the beach?" one fellow asked, pointing toward "Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o." "Where?" said I, looking in the opposite direction. "Not that way. Down where that camp-fire is burning," the fellow said. ''Oh, yes, I saw some fellows down there," I said. "Did they have a calf and a rooster?" he asked. "Why, yes. I saw a calf and rooster there," I answered, pulling my hat down over my face to keep the fellows from seeing me laugh. "Say, old fellow, if you 'll steal that rooster and calf to-night, and bring them up here, we '11 give you $s.oo," said the camper named Jack. "Why, that calf weighs two or three hundred pounds. I can't bring it up here," I replied. "Then bring the rooster, and we '11 give you $z.oo," said Jack.

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160 Bob Knight's Camping Out "What you going to do with that rooster?" I asked. "Eat it," said Sam. "Can't promise," said I, taking my stick and walking off. When I had gone a little way, I called back, "I 'II see you to-morrow, boys." "All right, my friend," Jack answered. I scud for "Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o" like the wind. I found the fellows sitting around the fire. They did not hear me coming, they were so interested in one of Jim's fish stories. All of a sudden I jumped right in the midst of them. "Great guns! what 's this?" cried Dick. "Get out of here, you old tramp," yelled Jim Daylight, flinging a rock at me. "I dodged the rock, and said : "Don't you know an old friend, boys?" How the fellows did laugh when I took off my hat, and they saw who I was! "What news? asked Otto. "Oh, boys, I had a scrumptious supper. Those Long Pond campers chucked me full of all the good things they had in their camp. I could n't eat all they gave me, so I filled my pockets, and brought some of the fruit and candy to you," I told them, as I emptied my pockets of the oranges, bananas, and candy. While the fellows were eating, I told them all I

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Bob Knight's Campin g Out 161 had seen and heard up at the Long Pond camp. When I had finished talking, Jerry said: "What shall we do, Jim?" Jim Daylight took a small s n ake out of his pocket and pl ayed with it a few minutes, then replied: ''I '11 think it over and tell you in the morning." "Their wanting Bob to steal Clover and Sunrise is a s erious matter," said Otto. "We '11 have a pitched battle with those villains before we 're through with them," said Jerry. I 'm in for a fight," said Dick. ''So am I," said Ben. "Just count me in for two, if you 're going to fight," said Poky. ''Do you think we seven could lick the eleven campers at Long Pond?" Jerry asked. "I '11 think it over, boys," said Jim. Then he started on a run across-lot s for home. The camp-fire was nearly out. We fellows tum bled into bed. I was as tired as a real tramp. Thursda y Augu s t II. Poky and I fried Jim's fish for breakfast. Then we hung round camp and waited for Captain Jim's orders. About ten o'clock we saw him sailing in the Kingfish e r on the lake, steerin g for our camp. When he came near the camp, he sang out: II

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162 Bob Knight's Camping Out "It 's a good morning for fishing. All aboard the Ki"ngjisher '' "I 'm not going," said Poky. "I '11 stay at camp to watch Clover and Sunrise." "I '11 stay with him," said I. The fellows went sailing, and Poky and I stayed at camp. I expected some of the Long Pond campers would pounce down upon us, and I wanted to help Poky protect our property. Poky and I made a johnnycake, and forgot to put in the baking-powder; consequently it fell flat as a flapjack. The fellows came home at noon, hungry as wolves. They brought with them a long string of fish. Poky and I fried half of the fish, and the fellows ate

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 163 every crumb of the johnnycake. During the afternoo n we stayed at camp and planned for me to make another trip to the Long Pond camp. Jim said to me: "Now, Bob, you dress up like a tramp again, take the rooster and sell it for $z.oo to the Long Pond campers. We fellows will hide in the bushes, and when we get a good chance, we '11 steal the rooster. Then, you see, we '11 have the $z.oo and the rooster, too. Oh, say, won't that be a good joke on those rascals Quick as a flash, Otto jumped to his feet, exclaiming: "Jim Daylight, haven't you any honor? Do you think we fellows of 'Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o would steal, and play low-down tricks on the Long Pond campers?" "They 're our enemies," said Jim. "They ought to have a trick played on them," said Jerry. "I won't sell them the rooster," said I. "Say, you fellows," cried Poky, "that rooster belongs to me, and I won't let you sell it to anybody. Do you understand?" "That 's so, boys," said I, "the rooster belongs to Poky." "I 'd like to play those fellows a trick," said Jim. "Whatever we do, boys," said I, "let 's not sell

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164 Bob Knight's Camping Out Clover and Sunrise. That 'splaying a trick on our pet animals.'' I want to get even with those villains at the other camp," said Jerry. "Those Long Pond campers are a mighty nice set of fellows. I liked them first rate last night, spt: cially Sam and Jack," I told the fellows of our camp. "See here, Bob! you 're not going back on' Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o,' are you?" cried Ben. "Not a bit of it," said I. "But those Long Pond campers are not a bad set of fellows." "Are you going to let them off for stealing Clover and Sunrise?" Jerry asked. "Of course I 'm not. I 'll go up there to-night again, and see what I can do to get even with them," I promised. "I 'd like to thrash every one of them," said Jerry. "Thrash them, if you want to; but don't play low-down tricks on them," said Otto. "We 'd thrash 'em, if I could get a few fellows to help us," said Jim. "They 're bigger than we are," said Dick, sizing up the muscles of his arms. "I 'll see what I can do for you," I said, going into the tent to put on my tramp clothes. About sundown I started for Long Pond. This

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 165 time I walked up the beach. I thought I would run the risk of the dogs barking at me. I think all the dogs were eating their supper. Anyhow, I did not see any. When I arrived at the camp, the fel lows were sitting at a table, eating. I coughed loud as I limped up to the table. "Hullo, old chap! you 're just in time for supper," said Sam, jumping up to give me his place at the table. I sat down, and all the fellows commenced passing me something to eat. They heaped my plate with all sorts of good things. "Well, my friend, how do you get along?" one asked me. "Nothing to complain of," said I. ''Did you rest well last night?" another asked me. "Oh, fair," said I. "Where have you been all day?" said another. "Oh, down here," I said, with a jerk of my head toward the east. I kept right on eating, for I was enjoying the Long Pond campers' supper: "Say, old fellow, where 's that rooster you prom ised to bring us? '' Jack asked. "What rooster?" said I. ''That rooster at that other camp,'' Jack said, pointing toward our camp. "Oh, yes," said I. "Well, where is it?" Sam asked.

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166 Bob Knight's Camping Out "Now, boys," said I, talking like an old man, "you don't want me to steal that fine bird from the fellows down at that other camp, do you? Those fellows are kind to me. I ate dinner with them. It would n't be fair for me to steal from them. Say, now, would it?" "So you 're boarding down at that other camp, too, are you? '' Jack asked. "They 're mighty nice fellows down there. I like 'em. Why don't you get acquainted with them? You 'd like 'em, too," I told the Long Pond campers. "How many fellows are in that camp?" a big fellow named Bill asked. "Let 's see," said I. "There 's Jerry, and Otto, and Ben, and Dick, and Jim, and Ben, and Poky, and Bob, and Otto, and Jim, and--" "Hold on," said Bill, "you 're naming some of the fellows twice. How many fellows are there? '' I did not want to tell, so I scratched my head and thought a few seconds, and replied: "Well, boys, there's a lot of them. How do you suppose an old man like me can count those boys, when they 're jumping and hopping around like a lot of frogs?" I said, for I did not want to say that there were only seven of us. The fellows laughed, and Sam whispered: "I bet the old fellow can't count."

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Bob Knight's Camping Out: 167 I chuckled to myself, and kept on eating oranges and bananas. I know those oranges cost seventyfive cents a dozen, but I was not at all bashful about helping myself to them. I was getting even with those rascals for keeping Clover and Sunrise without food for a couple of days. "Say, old chap," said Bill, "we want you to help us in a little scheme.'' "What is it?" said I. "We want you to help us play a trick on those fellows down at that other camp," he said. "Mighty nice fellows down there," I said, as I helped myself to another orange. "They've stolen our drift-wood ever since we've camped here," said Sam. "Oh, that 's nothing; drift-wood is free for every body," I said. "Well, we 're going to pay them for their impu dence," he said, shaking his fist in the direction of our camp. "What kind of a trick are you going to play on them?" I asked, turning away from the table, for I had eaten all I possibly could hold. "I 'll tell you," said Bill. "We 're going down to-morrow night after the fellows are asleep, and cut the guy-ropes of their tent, and let the tent down on their heads ka-whack. Ha, ha! how 's that for a joke?"

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168 Bob Knight's Camping Out "Well, my friend," said I, "I don't see how I can help you in that tricJ<:." "Oh, yes, you can," he said. We want you to watch and tell us when the fellows turn in for the night. Then we 'JI skip down and cut the ropes. Don't you see?" "Yes," said I, "but how about the calf and rooster?" "We don't want them. We 're going to break camp Saturday morning," Bill said. "I 'JI see what I can do for you," I said, rising to go. "Good-by, old friend. Don't forget to be on the watch to-morrow night, and tell us when those fellows are asleep," Bill called after me, as I limped away down the beach. When I was out of sight of those Long Pond campers, I ran for "Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o" with all my might. I bounded into camp all out of breath. "What's up? You look like a scared owl,'' said Dick. I could hardly catch my breath, yet I managed to tell the fellows about the trick our enemies were going to play on us to-morrow night. "Where 's Jim Daylight?" I asked, looking around the camp for him. "He went home," said Ben. "And he's going fishing to-morrow, and won't be here till evening," said Otto.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 169 "We must have his advice to-night. Who '11 go with me to his house?" I asked. ''I '11 go," said Jerry. ''I '11 go,'' said Dick. Dick, Jerry, and I started for Jim's house. The night was black as ink, but when we came in sight of Jim's house, we saw a light in the upper window; and by that we knew some one was awake. "0-0-0-0-0-h-h !" Dick called. And Grouse came bounding around the house, and Jim looked out of the upper window. "Hullo, boys, what ? ,, s up. he asked, looking pleased to see us. ''We want your ad vice. Come outside quick," said I. Jim came outdoors, -------and we told him about the trick the Long Pond campers were going to play on us. Jim went in and told his father, then came out

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I 70 Bob Knight's Camping Out and said he could go to camp with us, for his father had let him off from the fishing to-morrow. All the way back to camp Jerry, Dick, and I talked about what we should do to-morrow, but Jim did not say one word. He was planning. Friday, August 12. In the morning Jim Daylight told us his plans for the day. "Boys," said he, .. eat your breakfast, quick. We 've got Jots to do. We must take down the tent and move everything up into the old barn on Rigney's Bluff We fellows went to work like soldiers, and took down the tent, and moved everything that belonged to .. Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o" up on the Bluff. We hid the stove in the rushes of Buck Pond. The last things to go were our pets. Poky carried Sun rise, and I Jed Clover; and we put them in the barn. "What you going to have for dinner?" Dick asked. "We must go back to the beach and pretend to be camping there," Jim told us. We all went to the beach. Jerry and Jim built a fire, while Otto and I went to Mr. Bush's after sweet corn. We cut sticks three or four feet long, sharpened them at one end, stuck an ear of corn on the sharp end of the stick, and roasted the corn at

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Bob Knight's Camping Out I 71 the fire. That is all we had for dinner; we ate five or six ears apiece. That 's the way to eat sweet corn! Time dragged during the afternoon. Jim stayed with us and told fish stories. When the sun was setting, he said : "Now, Bob, rig up as a tramp and be ready for business.'' In a few minutes I had on the clothes of the old scarecrow, and was ready to start for Long Pond. Jim told the fellows of our camp to build a rousing camp-fire. Then said he: ''Some of us will climb trees, and some can hide in the bushes, leaving the camp-ground clear of everything but the blazing fire.'' As I left the fellows, I heard them yelling: "Rub a d u b -dub The C amping C l u b Ska-n o -dar i -o On-t a -rio We 're enou g h fo r t h e Long Pon d Ele ven For w e r e th e Foxy Seve n R a t t lety-bang-bang-bang

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1 72 Bob Knight's Camping Out When I arrived at Long Pond, the campers were having a three-legged race. As soon as they spied me, they all yelled : "Here comes our friend, the old tramp. Walk right up and give us a specimen of your athletic skill. What can you do?" Without saying one word, I turned a couple of flipflops, then stood on my head for a few minutes. "Why, you old scarecrow! you're as nimble as a grasshopper," ex claimed Jack. "Do it again," said Sam.

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Bob Knight's Campin g Out 1 73 "You 're a regular clown," s aid Bill, slapping me on the back. "Go 'long, said I, "don't bother an old man." I did not want to turn any more flipflops for fear the fellows would suspect that I was a boy. "What news have you brou ght us?" Bill a sked. "What are those fellows doing at the other camp?" Sam asked. "They 've gone to roost, said I. ''Now s the time to play 'em a trick," said Sam, taking his knife out of his pocket to sharpen it on a stone. ''Corne on, boys,'' said Jack. The fellows started on a dead run down the beach. I followed them at a distanc e When I had gone a little way, I took off my trampclothes, rolled them up, and hid them under a bush. Then I scud for "Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o," arriving there in time to hear one of the Long Pond campers say: "Where under the sun are thos e fellow s ? Where 's the tent?" I ran behind a bush, and found Ben and Poky hiding there. "They've cleared out for good, by the looks of things," said Sam. "There's nothing left but the camp-fire," said Jack, giving the burning sticks a ki<;:k.

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I 74 Bob Kni g ht's Camping Out "Where's that old tramp?" said Bill looking up the beach. "He 's played us a down-right mean trick," said Sam. "I bet he told those fellows about the game we were going to play on them, and they all skedaddled said Jack. ''Wait till I catch that old tramp; I '11 break every bone in his body," cried Bill, tearing around the camp like a madman. I heard the fellows of our camp snickering in the trees and bushes. I could see Jim Daylight up in a tree, grinning like a monkey. The Long Pond campers did not spy any of us. Pretty soon Jim Daylight slid down from the tree, and walked right into the midst of those crazy fellows. "Hullo, boys," said he, "what are you looking for?'' '' Where s the old tramp that 's been hang ing round here for two Qr three days? '' terribly excited.

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Bob Knight's Campin g Out 175 "That old fellow?" said Jim, scratching his head. "Why, the last I saw of him he was walking up the beach toward your camp.'' "Haven't seen him since?" Sam asked. "No," said Jim. "Come, help us hunt him down; said Jack. "We 'll thrash him, when we catch him," Bill said, starting on a run up the beach. We fellows in the bushes could not keep still any longer. We came bounding out, exclaiming: "Where 's the old tramp? Let 's run him down!'' The Long Pond campers, forgetting that they were angry at us, called out: "Help us, boys; help us find the old villain! "We '11 help you, we '11 help you," we cried, following the Long Pond campers up the beach. After we had gone a little way, Sam asked: "Did any of you boys see him to-night?" "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," all of us shouted. "Which way did he go?" Bill asked. "This way," said Poky, pointing east. "That way," said Dick, pointing west. "No, this way," said Ben, pointing south. Some of the Long Pond campers went east, some went west, and some went south. We fellows of "Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o" stood still, and watched

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1 76 Bob Knight's Camping Out those crazy fellows of Long Pond tear up and down the beach, over the fences into the fields, and up and down the car-track. After we had scattered our enemies in all directions, we went to the barn on Rigney's Bluff for the night. Jim Daylight stayed with us. Saturday, August 13. The first thing Jim Daylight said this morning was: "Come on, boys; let 's go to Long Pond and ask those fellows if they found the tramp last night." "Jingo!" exclaimed Dick, "aren't we going to have any breakfast?'' "Never mind 'bout breakfast Those fellows are going at ten o'clock. Let 's have some fun with them," said Jim, running at break-neck speed down the hill. We fellows followed. When we got down by our own camp-grounds, Jim said: "Now, Bob, you get the tramp's clothes and put them on. I 'll get the row-boat ready." I scud like a thief to the place where I hid the clothes. By the time I was ready, Jim was on hand with the boat. We all piled in, and Jerry and Jim rowed us to Long Pond. We did not go ashore; we remained out on the Lake a couple of hundred feet from shore. The fellows of Long Pond were cooking breakfast. "Hullo, there, boys!" cried Jim, "did you catch that old tramp last nighti

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Bob Kni g ht's Campin g Out 1 77 "No, we did n't find him," Sam called back. "Have n't you seen him this morning?" Jim asked. "We have n t seen hide nor hair of him," Jack answered. "Have you seen him?" Bill asked. All this time I had been down on the bottom of the boat. \Vhen Bill asked Have you seen him?" I jumped up, took off my hat, and called: "Good morning, my friends "You old villain, I 'Jl wring your neck, yelled Jack, pull ing off his coat. "I '11 break your bones," cried Bill, pulling off his coat. All the Long Pond campers rushed to the water's edge, but they did not swim out to us, because they were all dressed in their "store clothes, ready to take the ten o clock train. They threw stones at us, calling us all the names they could think of. We fellows laughed, and yelled : 12 Rub-ad u b d u b The Camping C lu b S k an o dario Ont a -ri -o We 're en o u g h for t h e Lon g Pon d Eleven! F o r we r e the Foxy Seven Rattlety ba n g b a ng-ba n g

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I 78 Bob Knight's Camping Out As we rowed away, I stood up on the stern seat: ''Farewell, boys, farewell,'' I called, waving my old hat to the Long Pond campers. And that was the hst we saw of our enemies. Then we went back to the barn after our tent, camping outfit and Clover and Sunrise, and brought them to the shore of the Lake again. The sun was roasting hot. We thought it would be a good plan to set the tent up under a tree, cutting a hole in the canvas for the trunk of the tree. Now we have our tent in the shade. We worked hard all day, but we did not mind the work, because we were so glad to pay off the Long Pond campers for stealing Clover and Sunrise. We did not get things straightened till bed-time. We ate bread and milk all day. Then we turned in for the night. Sunrise flew up in the tree to roost. Sunday, August 14. Last week several of the campers received letters, telling them to come home. But we were so busy fighting our enemies, the Long Pond campers, that the fellows did not have time to answer the letters.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out I 79 To-day all the fellows wrote letters. Even Poky wrote a letter to Professor Kane. I hope the fellows will not break up camp right away, for I have not any place to go to till school opens. I wrote a long letter to my uncle, telling him about the trick we played the Long Pond campers. We did not see Jim or Molly this morning. I think they went to church. We ate bread and milk for breakfast, dinner, and supper. On our way for the milk we took the old clothes and put them on the scarecrow. "Now, Bob," said Dick, "you can see how you looked as the tramp.'' "You 're a very good-looking fellow," said I, taking off my cap to the scarecrow. "I 'm very much obliged for the use of your clothes." When we were at the farmhouse, we told Mr. Bush all about the trick we played the Long Pond campers. How he laughed! "I 'm glad you fooled those good-for-nothing

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180 Bob Knight's Camping Out fellows," said Mr. Bush. "They have helped themselves to anything they wanted on my farm. I did n't like those boys at all." We know by this remark that Mr. Bush likes us. "We 're a fair set of fellows, taking us all in all," Jerry said. "That you are," said Mr. Bush. "And how's the calf? he asked. "Growing like a weed," said I. ''Good. I 'm glad to hear it,'' he replied. We fellows said "Good-by," and went back to camp. Mo nday, A ugu s t 15. Before we fellows were awake, Jim Daylight ar rived at camp with a string of fish a yard long. "Wake up! wake up!" he called, "crew of the Kingfisher! ''Aye, aye, sir! aye, aye, sir! '' we all answered, tumbling out of the tent like a crew of lazy sailors. "Here s some fish for your breakfast. I caught every one of them before daylight," said Jim Daylight. "Jim, you 're the smartest fisherman on Lake Ontario," exclaimed Jerry, shaking Jim by the hand. "Why didn't you come for me to go fishing with you? Poky asked, looking at Jim's of fish. "Did n't have time," Jim

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 181 "If I didn't catch 'em, I can eat 'em," said Poky, running for the frying-pan. Jim and Poky made a fire and cooked the fish. After breakfast we went with Jim to the village. Jim bought fishhooks and twine. We campers bought groceries, meat, and gum. Just as we were leaving the village, we saw a poor old lame horse trying to draw a rag-peddler's wagon. Every few steps the horse fell down; then the man beat it. "Say, hold on there! What you beating that horse for?" Dick cried out. "He's lazy," said the peddler, raising the stick to strike the horse. "Here! don't you strike that horse again," Jerry yelled, running up to the man. The peddler looked at Jerry's muscle and dropped the stick, saying: "That lazy beast won't go this morning." -1

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182 Bob Knight's Camping Out We fellows helped the horse to get up on his feet, but the poor animal trembled like a leaf for a minute or two, then tumbled down again. The peddler grabbed the stick, and was just about to strike the horse again, when Jerry yelled: "Don't you strike that horse." The peddler glared at Jerry. "Jingo! the animal has n't had anything to eat in a week," said Dick, pointing to the horse's ribs. "He won't go fast, so I don't feed him," said the peddler. ''How do you expect a horse to have strength, if you don't feed him. A steam engine won't go if it does n't have coal and water," Ben said to the peddler. The peddler raised his arm to strike Ben, but Jerry jumped in front of Ben, exclaiming: ''Strike me, strike me! I 'd like to knock you down.'' The peddler knew better than to strike Fighting Jerry. We fellows laughed, and that made the man furious. He raised the stick to strike the horse, but Jerry grabbed the stick, and saved the poor lame horse from one blow. We fellows could not do anything with the hardhearted man, and we could not find a policeman, so Otto said: "How much will you take for that horse?"

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 183 The peddler grinned, and said: "I 'd sell him for five dollars." ''I 'II give you two," said Otto. "All right. Take him," said the peddler. Jerry, Dick, Ben, and I chipped in and gave one dollar, and Otto gave the other dollar. Then we unhitched the horse from the wagon. The peddler drew the wagon into a shed, taking all the harness off the horse. He would not even give us a strap to lead the horse by. So Jim gave us a piece of the twine he bought. We went to the store and bought some bran and oats, and gave the horse a good meal be fore we tried to get him on his feet. After he had eaten, and had a drink, and rested an hour, we fel lows coaxed him to stand up and take a few steps. But he was so very stiff and lame we were obliged to buy a bottle of horse-liniment to rub his legs with. We fellows took turns rubbing him. After the liniment had Jim bered his joints, we all started for camp, leading the horse. We could not go across lots, because the horse could not climb fences. So we went round by the road, and we did not get to camp till dark. The first thing we did was to make a bed of hay for the horse to sleep on. The tired animal lay down and began eating up his bed of hay. We piled more hay around him, for we wanted him to

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184 Bob Knight's Camping Out have plenty to eat. We built a fire and cooked our supper, then tumbled into our beds, leaving the horse eating hay. friend," said Dick. Tuesday, Augu s t 16. When we fellows awoke in the morning we saw the horse looking at us. He had poked his head through the flaps of the tent, and stood gazing at us. Hullo said Jerry, walk right in, and make yourself at home." "Good morning, my "I wonder what his name is,'' said Ben. We fellows began calling, ''Prince,'' ''Jack,'' "Billy," "Charlie," "Grover," and all the rest of the horses' names we could think of, but our horse would not respond to one of the names. "Let's call him Hunter," said Otto. "All right," said Jerry. "I 'm willing," said Dick. We fellows thought it no more than right that Otto should name the horse, because he paid the most money for him. Clover and Sunrise did not know what to make of the horse. Clover ran behind the stump of a

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 185 tree, and watched the horse eat hay. And Sunrise flew up on the stump, bristling up his feathers, ready for a fight. We fellows could not tell whether the rooster liked the horse or not. After awhile we coaxed the calf to eat hay with the horse, and the rooster soon began scratching in the hay to find grasshoppers. We brought some fresh-cut hay from Mr. Bush's barn. Jim Daylight had to go a-fishing with his father, so he skipped off home. We fellows hung around camp all day and watched Hunter eat. We could see his sides grow fat. Every hour we rubbed his legs with liniment. The horse got used to the regular rubbings we gave him, and he would whinny when the time came for us to rub him. I tell you what! A horse has a headful of good sense; and, if he could talk, he would surprise us fellows, I bet. We took down our tent and pitched it away from the tree. Jim Daylight told us we might get struck by lightning some night, if a thunder-storm came up. When night came we made a soft bed of hay beside our tent, but the horse would not lie down on it. He wanted to come into the tent with us fellows. "Poor fellow," said I, "he's lonesome."

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186 Bob Knight's Camping Out "I '11 sit up all night with him, and keep him company," said Poky. "I '11 take turns with you," said I. "I '11 sit up part of the night," said Dick. Otto, Jerry, and Ben each offered to take turns. So we decided to spend the night, sitting up with Hunter. Poky went on duty first. Jerry came next, Otto next, Dick next, Ben next; then I came on. It was about four o'clock in the morning of W ednesday, Augu s t 17. Our rooster was crowing, and a mist was hanging over the lake, but it cleared away when the sun came up. There was no breeze along shore, but away out I saw a ripple on the water, showing that there was a light wind out there. I went over in the fields and cut an armful of clover for the horse. On my way back I saw the North Kng coming in from Canada. So I knew what time it was.

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Bob Knig ht's Camping Out 187 When I reached camp I heard Jim Daylight singing from the deck of the Kingfisher: "Pirate sailors, sing h o, ho, ho Sing yo h o, sing hey Sing ho-0-0-0 The fellows rushed out of the tent, calling back to Jim: "I 'm a pirate. I 'm a sailor. Aye, aye, Jim! A J I A J' ,,, ye, aye, 1m. ye, aye, tm. Hunter whinnied, Clover bleated, and Sunrise crowed. Everyone of us at" Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o" was glad to see Jim and the Kingfisher. "All aboard," shouted Jim. ''We have n't had breakfast," I told him. "Never mind. We '11 have breakfast aboard the Kingfisher," he called back. "No we won't. None of your Kingfisher break fasts for me," said Dick, as he tore around, gathering wood for a fire. "Here 's some biscuits; Molly sent them, and they 're hot," Jim said, wading ashore. "Three cheers for Molly!" cried Dick. We all yelled: "Three cheers for Molly!" After we had eaten the biscuits and some boiled eggs, we went aboard the Kingfisher. Except Poky; he stayed at camp to watch our live stock. There was a lively breeze, which sent the King fish e r flying over the waters of the lake. Jerry was

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188 Bob Knight's Camping Out at the helm. But Jim did a good deal of bossing and ordering. He would sing out: "Let her head come up into the wind; there, that 's it." In a few minutes he would say: "Let her fall away. Little more, little more. All right." "Let 's go for drift-wood, the wood round our camp is getting scarce," said Dick. ''Say we do," said Ben. ''Where shall we go? Jerry asked. "Better go to Braddock's Bay. I saw a heap of wood there the other day when I was fishing," said Jim. We fellows lounged around and enjoyed the sail, while Jim and Jerry did the sailing. But when we landed we worked like pirates, loading our boat. When we sailed back to camp, the Kingfisher was piled half-way up the mast with drift-wood. Poky saw us coming, and jumped on Hunter's back, and came out to meet us, waving his arms,

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Bob Knight's Camping Out I 89 and shouting for joy at the sight of so much firewood. Hunter looked happy and pleased to see us fellows. "What you got for dinner?" Jerry asked. ''Grasshoppers," said Poky. "You rascal, what do you mean?" asked Jerry. Poky grinned, and went into the tent and brought out a whopping big johnnycake. "Poky, you 're a trump," cried Jerry. We fellows pitched into that johnnycake, and it soon disappeared. Then we fed Hunter, Clover, and Sunrise. It took us till dark to unload the Kingfisher. We were disappointed in not having another sail, so Jim took us for a moonlight sail. Jingo! what a gay time we had! Poky took his fiddle, and played all the tunes he knows. And we fellows whistled and sang. We stayed out on the water till midnight.

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190 Bob Knight's Camping Out We were too tired to sit up with Hunter, so we tied him to a tree near the tent. We watched Jim sail away on the Kz"ngfish er, then we tumbled in. Thursday, Au g u s t 18. We fellows were sleeping at the rate of forty knots an hour, when Hunter neighed, and Sunrise crowed, and Clover bleated at daybreak. There was no use of our trying to sleep any longer. We piled out and went in swimming. When we were coming out of the water, Poky exclaimed: "Oh, Otto, your wheel is gone." "I bet some one stole it," said Otto. We fellows hurriedly dressed, but we did not stop for breakfast. We crammed our pockets full of crackers, and started to find the thief. Jerry, Otto, and Dick went up the beach toward Long Pond, and Ben and I went to Jim's house to get him to help us. Jim is a real detective. We knew he would be just the one to find the thief and the wheel. When we reached his house, we found him out in the yard, feeding his ferrets. We told hiin about Otto's wheel being stolen.

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Bob Kni g ht's C a mpin g Out 191 '' Rattlety-bang I know the thief," he exclaimed. "Who is he? who i s he? we asked. "I saw him go 'long the beach l ast night when I was landing the K i ngfish er," Jim told us. "Which way did he go?" Ben asked. "West," said Jim, pointing toward Manitou. "Come, help us find him," I said. "That I will," said Jim, going into the house for his gun. Then we three started on a dead run up the beach. Grouse galloped on ahead, thinking that .Jim was going to shoot ducks. "How did the fellow look?" I asked Jim, as we ran along. "He's about your size Bob. He was barefooted and bareheaded. I spotted him for a thief, soon as I laid my eyes on him. I saw him in the bright moonlight skulking 'long the beach," Jim said. When we passed our camp, I called to Poky: "Take good care of our live stock, Poky. Jim's on to the thief." "You catch the thief. I '11 mind the camp," Poky called back to me. We could just catch what he said, for were running so fast. When we reached Long Pond, we found Jerry, Otto, and Dick following the marks of a wheel-track in the sand along the beach. "We 're tracking him," said Jerry.

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t92 Bob Knight's Camping Out Jim, Ben, and I joined the other fellows, and fol lowed the wheel-track up the beach. We ran for some distance, then we noticed that the track stopped at a clump of bushes. "Sh-s-s-s went Jim. "He 's in there," point ing to the bushes. "I 'm not afraid of him," said Jerry, walking right into the bushes, crying: "Surrender! sur render! I say! '' I heard a rustling noise, then I saw the face of a boy, looking out at us from among the tangled branches. He growled and snarled like a tiger. "Where 's that wheel you stole?" Jim demanded, in a voice like thunder. The boy pointed over in the rushes. "You watch the thief, and I 'II go see if the wheel is there," said Jim, starting off on a run. "You need n't watch me. I can't run. I've hurt my ankle," the boy said. I got a good look at him. He is a forlorn-looking chap, with a thin face, and downcast eyes. In a minute Jim came back with the wheel. "What '11 we do with the thief?" Jerry asked. "Take him down to the village police," said Jim, waving a big stick round his head. "He 's sprained his ankle and can't walk a step," Otto said.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 193 "Great guns! is that so," said Jim, peeking in among the bushes. The boy held up one of his legs, with the ankle swollen to the size of a tomato-can. "Gee whiz!" exclaimed Jim. "Let s take him down to camp and send for a doctor," Dick proposed. "I say so, too," said I. The boy shook his fist at us, saying: "You let me be. I know your tricks. You '11 hand me over to the police." "No, we won't. Upon my honor, we won't," said Jerry. "I don't hold any ill-will toward you for borrow ing my wheel this morning. I won t let anyone deliver you over to the police," Otto said, holding out his hand to the boy. "Honor bright? Hope to die? asked the boy. "I give you my word of honor," Otto s aid. "Shake on it," said the boy, holding out his hand to Otto. Otto grasped the hand of the strange boy, and helped him to hop along on one foot out of the bushes. "Here, Otto," said Jim Daylight, "you put that boy on my back, and I '11 carry him to the electric car in a jiffy." "I m too heavy," said the boy. 13

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194 Bob Knight's Camping Out "No, you ain't. Jump on. I '11 carry you," Jim said. Otto and Jerry helped the boy onto Jim's back. Jim carried him to the car-track, and the rest of us fellows followed. In a few minutes a car came along. We climbed aboard, and rode down to camp. Otto paid all the fares. Jerry carried the boy from the car to the camp. Poky saw us com ing, and yelled: "For the land's sake! who 'son your back?" "A guest we 've invited to our camp," I answered. "Go 'way. He 's the thief that stole Otto's wheel," said Poky. "No matter what he 's done. He 's lame now, and we fellows are befriending him," I explained to Poky. "That's right," said Poky. "I 'II give him some of the johnnycake I made for dinner." "I want something besides johnnycake," said Jerry. "I'm hungry as a wolf." "I '11 scramble some eggs," said Poky, running around the camp in search of eggs and milk. After making the lame boy comfortable in the hammock, we fellows helped Poky cook the dinner. We scrambled eighteen eggs, and gave the lame boy a plateful. I bet he had not had anything to eat in a week, for he ate like a stray dog. When everything was eaten up, Jerry and Jim /

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 195 went to the village after a doctor, but the doctor was out. Jim's mother told Jim to bind up the ankle with bandages wet in wormwood and vinegar. And she made a bottleful of the stuff and sent it to camp by Jim. We fellows took turns heating the stuff and bandaging the ankle. The lame boy kept very still and asked no questions. When we spoke to him, he merely nodded his head. V..7 e gave him a good supper of ham and eggs, and baked sweet potatoes. Molly came to cook the supper. We always have a good meal when she comes. ''What do you think of our guest?" I asked her. "He's a sly one. Keep your eye on him," Molly answered. ''He can't run away on one foot," said I. "But he might ride off in the night on Hunter," whispered Molly. "Ginger! That 's so. I never thought of that. Much obliged for giving me the hint," said I. "Keep your weather-eye on him," said Molly, as she started for home. I told the fellows what Molly said, and Jim ex claimed: "I 'm sleepy as a woodchuck in the winter time. I can't keep my eyes open to watch that chap." "We needn't watch the boy. All we have to do is to watch Hunter," I told Jim.

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196 Bob Knight's Camping Out "That's so," said Jim. "And I 'II tell you what I '11 do. I '11 take Hunter over to our place, and tie him in the woodshed." "Jim, you 're a trump. Then all of us can go to sleep, if you take the horse," said Jerry. Jim started for home, leading Hunter. We fel lows bandaged the lame boy's ankle, and tucked him in the hammock for the night. Then we turned in. Friday, August 19. We found the lame boy in the hammock when we got up. He appeared a little pleasanter, and said that his ankle did not pain him. We had a pretty good breakfast of milk-toast, apple-sauce, and coffee, in honor of our guest. We did not go again for the doctor. We thought a bath in the lake would do the lame boy more good. Dick has two bathing-

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Bob Kni ght's Camping Out 197 suits, so we let the lame boy take one of them. We fellows helped him to go into the nater. At first he did not want to go, because one foot was bandaged. But we fellows stood in a row, and coaxed him into the water. Poky was washing the dishes in the Lake. "Here, you rascals," he yelled, "get out of my dishwater." We fellows laughed, but the lame boy was angry, and said: "You need n't make fun of me, you little cub. You don't own Lake Ontario." "Maybe I do," said Poky. I did not want the lame boy and Poky to quar rel, so I said to the lame boy: "Poky 's our chief cook when Molly and Jim are n't here. You must n't scrap with him." "He need n't make fun of me," the lame boy answered.

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198 Bob Knight's Camping Out We fellows had a good swim, but the lame boy could not swim on account of his swollen ankle. He just paddled around in the water near shore. We fellows wanted to stay in the water all the morning, but it began to rain, so we scuded for the tent lively. The water soaked a few coats of dirt off of the lame boy, and we could see a little better how he looked. While we were dressing, Jerry said to him: "What 's your name?" "Never mind 'bout my name," he answered. ''Ah! tell us your name," said Dick. The lame boy shook his head. "Johnny, what's your name?" Poky said, coming into the tent. "Oh, you keep still," the lame boy answered. Then he w:.s going to say something more, but I guess he thought he might lose his dinner, so he kept still. "I bet your name is Frank," said Ben The boy shook his head. "I bet it 's George," said I. "Guess again," said the boy. "I bet it's Jack," said Dick. The boy shook his head. "Then it must be Alexander or James," Otto said. The lame boy yelled: "Oh, shut up. Let me be. I won't tell my name."

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 199 "Then we 'll name you," said Dick. "Let's call him Blinky," said Poky. "Oh, give him a respectable name," Ben said. "What shall it be?" Dick asked. "Otto, you 're good on names. You name him," I said. Otto thought a moment, then said : "Let 's call him Tramp. "You 've hit it," said the boy. "Are you a really, truly tramp?" Poky asked. "That's what I am," said the boy, with a twist of his head. "Have you a home?" I asked. "Naw," said he. "Did n't you ever have one?" Ben asked. "A long time ago," said the boy. Jerry held out his hand, saying: "Tramp, make our camp your home as long as we stay here." Tramp shook Jerry's hand, and replied: "Thanks, Jerry. But I never stay long in one place. I keep a-moving on." "Where are you going to stay this winter?" Otto asked. "I 'm making my way west, where I 've got an uncle," Tramp answered. "What State does he live in?" Otto asked. "Colorado," said Tramp.

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200 Bob Kni g ht's Campin g Out "We '11 help you get there," Otto said. Just then Jim came into the tent. "Hullo,'' he said. "Jim Daylight, let me introduce you to Tramp, a new member of our camp,'' Dick said, bowing first to Jim, then to Tramp. "How's your ankle, Tramp?" Jim asked. "Getting better fast, Tramp answered. "I suppose you '11 soon be on the move again," Jim said. Tramp did not answer, but laughed. "Where's Hunter?" Ben asked. "It rained so hard, I thought I 'd let him stay in the woodshed," said Jim. "Capital idea," said Otto. Jim brought some fish, but we could not cook them on account of the rain. But about three o'clock it cleared up, and we all went to work and had our dinner and supper in one meal. We could not make Tramp talk any more after he had eaten. We had a stupid time till dark, then we made a bed for Tramp in the tent. The ham-

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Bob Kni ght' s Campin g Out 201 mock was soaking wet. We feel a little better acquainted with him since he took a bath, and said he had an uncle in Colorado. Just before dark Jim and Poky took the rowboat and went fishing in Buck Pond. Saturday Augu s t 2 0 Jim stayed with us. In the night we heard a whip poor-will singing in a tree near our tent. Jim was very much excited. "It's bad luck," he said, "to have a whip-poor will sing so near our tent. Bad luck! bad luck "Non sense! Go to sleep," said Otto. "I tell you, we 're going to have bad luck," de clared Jim. "Jim," said Otto, "only very, very ignorant people believe in such signs. And you ought to know better." We all thought of Tramp, but none of us said a word. All but Jim went to sleep. In the morning, Otto said : "Where 's your bad 1 k J ? UC tm. "I stayed awake and kept it off. If I 'd gone to sleep like the rest of you fellows, we'd all had bad luck, every one of us. True as guns," Jim said, strutting around. "Much obliged for keeping watch, Jim," said Jerry, laughing.

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202 Bob Knight's Camping Out We all wanted to laugh, but Jim is such a good friend to us we did not want to offend him. "Perhaps I 'm your bad luck. If I am, I 'II move along," said Tramp. "Oh, no; you 're all right," Jerry quickly said. "You must n't go till your ankle is well and strong,'' Otto said. "I reckon I can limp along at the rate of four or five miles a day," Tramp said, reaching down to feel of his lame ankle. "I didn't mean you were going to bring us bad luck," Jim Daylight said to Tramp. "I '11 not bring you bad 1 uck," said Tramp. "And I mean to earn my board while I 'm staying at your camp. Give me a dish and a spoon and some flour, and I 'II stir up a batch of flapjacks that will make you boys laugh." "Oh, here 's the stuff for the flapjacks," said Poky, bringing the dish, spoon, and flour to Tramp. "Have you got any sour milk?" Tramp asked. "Lots of it," Poky answered. "And a couple of eggs? and baking powder? and salt?" Tramp asked. "Hold on," said Poky, "you said you could make flapjacks out of a dish and some flour." "Of course, I meant a few other things," said Tramp, beating the eggs. Poky took a paper and cleaned off the top of the

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 203 stove. And within fifteen minutes we were eating Tramp's flapjacks. After finding out that Tramp was a good cook, we invited him to stay with us till we break camp. He thanked us, but he did not say how long he would stay with us. We liked his flapjacks so well, we asked him to make some more for dinner. After dinner, Jim brought Hunter back to camp, and we told Tramp the history of Hunter, Clover, and Sunrise. "And now you've added me to your menagerie," said he, laughing. "Oh, you 're one of us fellows," Jerry told him. ''Thanks. You 're the best set of fellows I 've run across in a dog's age," said Tramp. Tramp is not inclined to tell us very much about himself. But after dark we fellows made a camp fire, because the night was chilly after the rain. And when Poky was fiddling, Tramp told us he had run away from home, because he was tired of being bossed by his father. Poky jumped up, and said: "See here, Tramp, if you 've got a father and a home, stick to 'em.'' Tramp laughed, and fired a stone into the lake. "You just believe, if I had a home I 'd never leave it," said Poky. Then he sat down and played "Home, Sweet Home."

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204 Bob Knight's Camping Out I think the tune made Tramp a little homesick, for he was very quiet during the rest of the evening. When the fire died down, we all turned in for the night. The crickets and katydids made almost as much noise as a brass band. Sunday, August 2r. When Jim came this morning he brought some letters. One was from Jerry's father, telling Jerry to come home. Another was from Otto's father, telling Otto to come home. It looks a little like breaking up camp. The summer is going. The days begin to shorten. The farmers about here have harvested their grain. The swallows are gathering in flocks on the fences. ] im Daylight says that is a sure sign the swallows are getting

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 205 ready to fly south. While we were eating break fast, Jerry and Otto were glum and cross. "Plague take the luck! I suppose I 've got to go home this week," said Jerry. "So have I," said Otto. "I '11 tell you what I'm going to do," said Jerry. "I 'm going to write to father and ask to stay one week longer. He 'll have to answer. And so you see, that will take four or five days." "Oh, don't go home yet," said Jim. "Next month the law 'll be off the game, and we can go shooting. I have great fun in September." "Jin go! I will stay," said Jerry. "If I want to go camping next summer, I've got to go home when my father sends for me," Otto said. ''I received a letter from my father last week, telling me to start for home,'' Dick said, looking down-hearted. "So did I," said Ben, "but I didn't say anything about it.'' "Plague take the luck! I wish there wasn't a school in the world," said Jerry. "I 'd like to camp out all winter," said Otto. "I want to stay and go hunting with Jim," Jerry said. ''I wish all of the schools were in the bottom of the Red Sea," said Dick.

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206 Bob Knight's Camping Out Poky and I did not say one word. We know we have to go to Poplar Hill School when "Camp Ska no-da-ri-o breaks up. "Well," said Tramp, "when you fellows break camp, I 'II move on." "Where you going? Jerry asked. "Don't know. Just going to move on," Tramp replied. "I'm glad I've got a place to go. Poplar Hill School's all right," said Poky. We fellows do not think so. We do not want to go back to school. We want to camp out a month longer. And it makes us glum and cross to think of leaving the shores of Lake Ontario. And to make us feel worse, the day was chilly and cloudy like autumn. The only fun we had all day was eat ing some fish Jim Daylight caught for us. Monday Augu s t 22. When we were eating breakfast, Poky said : "Say, Bob, how am I going to get back to Poplar Hill School? I have n't a cent in my pocket." "We'll take up a collection among us fellows for you," I told him. "Steal a ride on the freight-cars. That 's the way I do," Tramp said. ''Do you s'pose I want to get 'rested?" said Poky. "I 'm not afraid of being snatched," said Tramp.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 207 "You 're in that business, I'm not," said Poky, walking into the tent. Pretty soon he came out, and whispered to me: "Say, Bob, you look after Hunter, Clover, and Sunrise; I 've got something to do this morning." I could not imagine what Poky was going to do. I led Hunter over in the fields, and found a green spot where he could feed. And as I was tying him to a stake, Clover came along. The calf follows the horse everywhere he goes. And Sunrise came, too, half flying, and half running. I left the three in the fields and went back to camp. I could watch them, for they were on a rise of ground over on the shore of Buck Pond. Jim did not come to cook our dinner. We fellows scratched around among tin cans and paper bags, finding enough to eat for one meal. About four o'clock when I was leading Hunter, Clover, and Sunrise back to camp, Poky came run ning up the beach, shouting: "I 've struck a job, boys; I 've struck a job." ''What is it?" I asked. "I 've hired out as nurse-boy for a dog," he answered. "What's that, I'd like to know?" Ben asked. "Why, you see," said Poky, "a lady down at the hotel has a very valuable dog, and she's afraid it

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208 Bob Knight's Camping Out will get stolen. So she has hired me to take care of it. I 'm going down to-morrow morning early to take it out to walk." "What kind of a dog is :t?" Tramp asked. "It 's the most beautifullest dog I ever saw," Poky said. "What pay do you get?" Dick asked. "Every day the lady is going to give me twentyfive cents. Won't I be rich?" Poky said, with a wink of his eye. "What you eoing to do with the money?" Otto asked. "Buy a ticket to Poplarport, of course," said Poky, looking very proud. "Say, what's your dog's name?" Jerry asked. "Little Joker," Poky answered. "Say, you 're a lucky chap to strike such an easy job," Tramp told him. "I'm going to earn some money. I don't mean to get left up here on the shore of Lake Ontario, when you fellows go back to Poplar Hill School. I 'm going with you," Poky replied. "Poky, you 're a trump," said Jerry. Poky spent the rest of the day, talking about this wonderful dog he had charge of. We fellows were wild to see the animal. When Poky went to sleep he kept right on talking about the dog. A hundred times in the night he called out:

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 209 ''Here Little Joker, here Little Joker.' Then he would yell: "You let my dog alone. He don't want to fight.'' Tues day, Augu s t 23. Poky did not wait to eat any breakfast. He got up early and ran down to the hotel as fast as his legs could go. W c fellows w ere going down to see this wonderful dog, but Jim was helping his father and some other men on a boat, getting stone to repair the pier. We f e llows stayed at camp to see Jim go by on the stone-boat; and he did not go by till twelve o'clock. We fellows were hungry as bears; and we did not have anything for dinner but a watermelon. When Poky came to camp late in the afternoon, he asked, quite out of patience: "Why did n't you fellow s come to see Little Joker and me?" 14

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210 Bob Knight's Camping Out We told him about Jim and the stone-boat, but he said: ''I guess Little Joker is more of a sight than that boat-load of stone.'' Poky busied himself till dark with a box, and a hammer, and some nails. "What you making?" Jerry asked. "Won't tell you, till I get it done," Poky said, hammering away with all his might. When we fellows turned in for the night, we left Poky hammering. I don't know when he went to bed. Wednesday, August 24. Poky woke me up whispering in my ear: "Say, Bob, I 've made a dandy little cart for Little Joker, and I 'm going to draw him up here this morning." "Can't the dog walk up here? I asked. "No, he can't," said Poky. "The lady wouldn't like him to walk so far." "He isn't much of a dog, then," said I. "Yes, he is," said Poky. "And I want you fel lows to see him. You keep the fellows at camp, and I '11 draw Little Joker up here as soon as I can. Mind now, don't let the fellows get away. I want them all to see my dog." I promised to keep the fellows, then I turned over for another snooze. But I was soon awakened by Jim, singing out:

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 211 "Get up, boys, I 've got some eels for your breakfast.'' Wecampers piled out to see Jim and his eels. "Where'd you catch them?" Tramp asked. "I caught them before daylight in Round Pond," Jim said, proud as a whaler. "They 're fine ones," said Tramp. It did not take long for Jim to skin and cook the eels. Then we campers pitched in and ate them up. Otto and Ben always squirm a little when they eat eels, but the rest of us fellows are very fond of them. It was twelve o'clock when Poky arrived with Little Joker. We fellows were busy with our fishhooks and lines, getting them ready to go fishing in the afternoon. We did not see Poky till he called: ''Look-a-here, boys. See Little Joker, my dog.'' We looked, and saw Poky drawing a dog in a cart. "Gee whiz! where 'd you get that big dog?" Tramp asked. "He belongs to a lady down at the hotel. Is n't he fine?" Poky asked. "That isn't a dog," said Dick.

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212 Bob Knight's Camping Out "What is he?" Poky asked. "A chipmunk," said Dick. "You need n't make fun of my dog. He's all right," said Poky, proudly. "Oh, that dog is immense," aid Jerry. "Of course he is," said I. "Take him out of the cart and let him run around. He must be tired riding so far." Poky put the dog on the ground, but it did n't run around. It seemed afraid of us campers. We fellows liked the dog, yet we could n't help teasing Poky about it. The minute Sunrise laid eyes on .. .. -"""<:: P=Little Joker, there was a fight. Sunrise ruffled up his feathers, and made a dive for Little Joker's blue ribbon, and jerked it off his neck. Poky grabbed the dog, and Jerry snatched the rooster up in his arms. A few feathers flew, but no harm was done to either the dog or the rooster. ''I 'd like to make a potpie of you,'' Poky yelled at Sunrise. Jerry tied the rooster to a tree, but Poky did not remain long at camp. He put Little Joker in the cart and drew him back to the hotel. As he was starting, Dick asked: "Where'd you get the cart?" "I made it," said Poky.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 213 "Oh, go 'long, you didn't," said Tramp. "True as guns, I did. I made it out of a soapbox last night," said Poky. In the afternoon Dick, Ben, and I went fishing in Buck Pond. It rained like sixty, but we did not mind the wet. We put on our bathing-suits, and stood up in the boat. Jim says that fish bite better when it rains. And we fellows are sure they do; for we caught eight perch, three bullheads, nine pumpkinseeds, and two eels, and had lots of fun. It stopped raining when we got back to camp, and we cooked our fish for supper. Rattlety.bang weren't they good! Poky came back for supper. And Jim happened along just in time to eat with us. I am glad our two fishermen had some of our fish. Tramp is still with us. He seems to be an honest fellow. Every night, about sunset, I notice he grows restless and uneasy. He does not sit down round the camp-fire with the rest of us fellows. He walks around, looking east, then west, like the swal lows when they are getting ready to fly south.

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214 Bob Knight's Camping Out Thurs day Augu s t 25, There was a yacht race on the Lake to-day. We fellows watched the fleet of yachts, forgetting all about eating or doing anything else. We did not feed our animals, till they made such a fuss, whinnying, bleating, and crowing, that we were obliged to lead Hunter out in the fields. Of course, Clover and Sunrise followed. We did not see Jim Daylight till he came with a big Lake Ontario whitefish for our supper. Jerry slapped Jim on the shoulder, exclaiming: "You 're the fisherman for me, Jim. I wish I could go shooting with you next month." "I wish you could," said Jim, "I 'd show you some sport." "Hang the luck! I 've got to go to school," said Jerry. And we all shouted : "Hang the luck!" "I don't care anything about killing game in Sep tember," said Otto. "I 'd rather go hunting with a camera.'' "What 's a camera?" Jim asked. "It 's an instrument for taking pictures," said Otto. "And, Jim, you 'd have some rare chances around the Lake and ponds for getting good shots with a camera." "I wish I had that instrument," said Jim. "I '11 send you one, if you '11 promise to use it

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 215 instead of your gun during the hunting season," Otto said. Jim scratched his head, and thought a moment. "I don't know," he said. "I always do a lot of shooting every fall." "I '11 tell you how we 'll arrange it," said Otto. "I '11 send the camera to you, if you 'll promise to take a picture of the birds or animals before you shoot them." "Ah," said Jim, "by the time I got the picture taken, the bird would bet' other side of the pond." "It don't take all day to snap a picture. You can do it in a few seconds," said Otto. "All right," said Jim. "It's a bargain. Send on your camera, and I '11 take a bushel of pictures for you. And next summer when you come, you can see the game that flies here in the fall.'' ''I 'll bet you 'II get more photographs than you do game," Dick said. "You keep still, Dick," said Otto. "Jim and I are making this bargain." Then Otto told Jim all about taking photographs, and about the way the pictures were developed. Jim seemed very much interested in the camera. After supper, Tramp said: "Boys, I 'm going to leave you to-night." "To.night?" said Jerry. "Why don't you wait till morning?" Otto asked.

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216 Bob Knight's Camping Out "Oh, I 'most always travel at night," Tramp replied. "Ginger! I 'd be afraid," said Poky. "So would I," said Ben. "Where you going?" Dick asked. "Don't know," said Tramp. "Don't you know where you 're going?" Poky asked. "No, I don't know. I just move on, and keep a-going," Tramp replied, getting up to go. "Hold on," said Otto. "You have n't money and your clothes are ragged." "I don't care. I don't need money," Tramp said. "Yes, you do. I can't have you going away without a cent in your pocket," said Otto, handing Tramp a silver dollar. "Here 's another dollar," said Jerry. "I have n't any money," said Dick, "but I '11 give you a pair of shoes." "And I '11 give you a coat," said Ben. "I '11 give you a pair of trousers," said I. "I '11 give you ten cents and a couple of fish hooks," said Poky, diving into his pocket, and handing Tramp the dime and the fishhooks. "Here, Tramp, is a jack-knife," said Jim, handing Tramp a nice big knife. ''Thanks; boys, I thank you for all your kindness

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 217 to me," said Tramp, putting on the clothes in a jiffy. "Are you going to Colorado to see your uncle? Otto asked. "Naw," said Tramp. "Then you 'd better go home to your father. I wish I had a home," said Poky. Tramp did not answer. Otto went into the tent and brought out his wheel, saying: "Tramp, take my wheel; your ankle isn't strong enough to walk very far." "Oh, no; I won't take your wheel," said Tramp. "Yes, I insist on your taking it,'' said Otto. "Thanks, Otto," Tramp said, "I '11 never forget your kindness to me. And I '11 never forget any of you fellows of' Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o 'as long as I live." As we shook hands with Tramp, Poky said:" Say, Tramp, tell us your name." Tramp shook his head, jumped on his wheel, and started down the beach, east. We fellows yelled: "Rub-a-dub-dub! The Camping Club Ska-no-da-ri-o On-ta-ri-o Good luck to Tramp Rattlety-bang-bang-bang He never once looked back. We watched him riding along on the shore of the lake, till he was lost in the darkness.

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2 r 8 Bob Knight's Camping Out "Oh, say, boys," said Poky, "I 'm glad I 've got a place to go to when camp breaks up." "Ginger! so am I," I said. "When I think of Tramp going off to-night with only $z. IO in his pocket, and without home or friends, Poplar Hill School is n't so bad a place, after all," said Jerry. "I'm glad I'm going back to school," exclaimed Dick. "So am I," said Ben. "I don't know what will become of Tramp," said Otto, "but I prefer to go to school, and get an education, and become a useful man in the world." "So do I," said Dick. "Three cheers for Poplar Hill School! I yelled. Then we all yelled : "Kii, yii, yii, yii, Tiptop! We 're the Jolly Boys of Poplar Hill, Surepop P.ah, rah, rah Bang "I won't say another word against going back to school," declared Jerry. "We've had a jolly good time this summer, and now I 'm ready to go to studying again," said I. "So am I, so am I," we all yelled at the top of our, voices. "Jim, when: do you go to school?" Otto asked. "Down in the village," Jim said.

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Bob Knight's Campin g Out 219 "We 've all got to go to school. What do you fellows say to our breaking up camp on Saturday?" Otto asked. "We'll break camp," said Jerry. "Rah, rah, rah! we "ll break camp!" Dick yelled. Then we all yelled: Rub-a-dub-dub The Camping C lu b Ska-no-da-ri-o On-ta-ri o We break camp Saturday! Rattlety-bang-bang-bang Jim went home. When we fellows were getting ready for bed, we could not keep from thinking about the boy-tramp on his lonely way. There were no stars shining, nor any moon, to light up the road for him. Just to think of his wheeling alone in the darkness, made me cover up my head with the blanket, and shiver. Friday, August 26. The first thing we fellows did this morning was to plunge into the lake for a bath. Hunter and Clover heard us having a jolly time, and they walked

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220 Bob Knight's Camping Out right out into the water where we were. Sunrise made a great fuss because he had to stay on land. Poky felt sorry for the rooster, so he put him on Hunter's back, and Jet him ride out in the lake. ''This is our last bath, boys, so make the best of it," Jerry sang out, diving under the water. Jerry can stay under water two or three minutes, but he can't beat Jim Daylight, who can swim around like a fish for I don't know how long. I bet he could stay under all day. We stayed in the water till we saw the Kngfisher sailing on the lake, headed for our camp. Then we scud for the tent, and dressed. We ate peaches and crackers for our breakfast. Then Jim called: "All aboard, crew of the Kingfisher." ''Aye, aye, sir! Aye, aye, sir! we fellows an swered, wading out to the sailboat. "All hands to the ropes," Jim ordered. "Hoist the canvas, boys; we 'II put out into the Lake and catch a light breeze." We sailed in smooth waters for a few minutes under the lee of the land, but we soon ran clear of

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 221 the land, and glided along before the wind that blew purposely for the Kingfisher. So Jim said. "Oh, boys, there's nothing like a sailboat for lazy fellows like us," said Dick, lounging on the seat of the Kingfislzer. "Oh, Jim," exclaimed Jerry, "so long as I live, I'll never forget Jim Daylight and the Kingfisher." We campers yelled : '' Rah, rah, rah Jim Daylight and the Kingfislur I Rattlety-bang-bang-bang "Schooner, ahoy!" shouted Jim. "Don't run her down. Slacken our speed, and pass under the lee." "Is n't this a glorious day!" cried Otto. "Storm-clouds hanging on the horizon," Jim said, pointing to some clouds we fellows had not noticed. "Oh, they 're of no account," said Ben. "They mean a gale, and a heavy sea," Jim told us. We fellows could not believe there was a storm of any kind within a million miles of Lake Ontario. But Jim knew what he was talking about. In fifteen minutes we noticed a change in the weather. "The breeze begins to freshen," said Jim, "lower the mainsail." "Ginger!" said I, "the wind 's beginning to blow."

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222 Bob Knight's Camping Out "We 'd better run in," said Jim. "Ready, about, hard-a-lee." We fellows always obey Jim like sailors, for he is the captain of the Ki"ngjisher. In two minutes a northwest gale beat down upon us, lashing the waters of the Lake like mad. The Kingjislier was driven to and fro like a leaf on the water. We fellows were scared to death, but Jim was as calm as a sea-captain. He kept the sailboat right side up, and landed us at the pier at Long Pond. It was the safest place to land, and not very far from our camp. We cast anchor, and furled the sails, leaving the Kingfisher bobbing like a cork on the waves. "She 's safe ; no one darst venture out in this gale. I 'll come back for her soon 's the storm 's over," Jim said, as we walked down the beach. When we reached camp we found Molly there with a big berry-pie for our dinner. "Say, Molly," said Poky, "we fellows are going to break up camp to-morrow, and I 'm going to give Sunrise to you for all the berry-pies and other good things you 've brought us.'' ''Oh, thank you, Poky; I 'll take good care of the rooster for you,'' she replied. "He 's yours to keep forever and ever," Poky said, catching the rooster and handing him to Molly.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 223 "I '11 never eat it. I '11 keep it for a pet," Molly promised him. "I'll be your bestest friend all my life," said Poky. I ran over in the fields and brought back Clover, and said: "Molly, I 'm head over heels in debt to you for all your kindnesses to me. Will you please accept Clover with my very best regards?" "Of course I will, Bob. And I can't thank you enough for the beautiful calf. I 'll keep her as long as she lives," Molly promised, taking the string to lead the calf with. "Boys," said Otto, .'what do you say to giving Hunter to Jim?" "Aye, aye, sir! Aye, aye, sir! we all yelled like sailors. "Jim Daylight, our horse, Hunter, is presented to you with the compliments of the campers of 'Ska-no-da-ri-o,' '' Otto said, making a low bow to Jim. "You boys don'.t know what you 're giving away. The other day Mr. Bush said Hunter was worth every cent of twenty-five dollars," said Jim, with a wink of his eye. "So much the better," said Otto. "I wish the horse was worth a hundred dollars. It would n't pay our indebtedness to you, Jim," Dick said.

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224 Bob Knight's Camping Out "Well, boys, I m ever and ever so much obliged to you. I ll take the best of care of him. I con sider him a valuable animal," said Jim, proudly. "Write to us once in a while, and let us know how you both get along," Ben said. "I will. I '11 write every Saturday," Jim promised. "Will you?" said Jerry. "Then I '11 give you my wheel. Father 'll buy me a new one this fall." "You don' t mean it, do you?" Jim asked, smiling all over his face. "Certainly," said Jerry. "I '11 ride the wheel over home now, and come back for the horse to-night," said Jim, jumping on the wheel. "I don' t know how to thank you enough," he called back as he rode away. Molly carried Sunrise, and led Clover across the fields toward her house. When Jim came back at six o clock he brought a string of perch for our sup per. And Molly sent us some hot bi scuits Zip! did n 't we have a scrumptious sup per. After supper we built a tremendous hon fire of all the driftwood we could gather on the beach. We campers stretched our

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 225 wet feet toward the blazing fire, and dried our shoes, which had been wet ever since we came in from the Kingfisher. "Jim, tell us a fish-story," Jerry said. "I guess I 've told you all I know," said Jim, scratching his head. In a minute he began. "Oh, say, boys, once dad and I was out fishing in the Lake 'way out sight of land." ''What boat were you in? '' Dick asked. "The Kingfisher. We always take the sailboat when we go deep-fishing," Jim replied. "What 'd you catch? Poky asked. "We caught a sturgeon. And say, boys, that sturgeon was as big as a man. True 's I live, it was." ''Nonsense! exclaimed Otto. "Honor bright! it was 'most as big as dad," said Jim. "And I tell you what! If I had n't been 'long, dad could n't have landed that fish alone. That sturgeon would have swamped dad and the Kingfisher. It floundered like the very old scratch. But I hammered it on the head with the gaff till I bet it saw stars.'' ''Horrors! '' exclaimed Otto, ''how cruel.'' "I 'm only fooling," said Jim. "I know I knocked it senseless with the first blow. Anyhow, we landed the old fellow in the boat. And we had a boatload. He weighed-well, I forget just how 15

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226 Bob Knight's Camping Out many pounds, but it was more pounds than any of you fellows weigh, I 'm sure of that." "What did you do with it?" Poky asked. "Ate it, of course. And we sold some of the meat. Got a good price, too," said Jim. "What did he taste like? Poky asked. "Best tasting fish I ever ate," said Jim. "Jim, you 're a lucky chap to live on the shore of Lake Ontario. I 'd fish all the time, if I lived here," said Poky. "Jim, you have a picnic all the time," said Jerry. "I envy you, Jim. You camp out all the year round," said Dick. "What do you do in winter?" Otto asked. "Oh, hunt, trap rabbits, fish when the ice is thin, skate, slide down hill, and go to school,'' Jim said. "You 're a lucky chap," said I. After awhile we got to talking about wild animals. Jim said that there were no large wild animals round the Lake, but there used to be. And said he: "I 'm not afraid of any kind of wild animal, big or little. I '11 tell you a trick, boys. If ever you meet a wild animal, don't run. Try to get in front of it, and look it straight in the eyes, this way." Jim bent forward with his hands on his knees, and stared like a wild-cat. And it won't stir in its tracks,'' said Jim.

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 227 "Won't it bite you?" Poky asked. "Naw," said Jim. "I've tried it." "Jin go! said Poky, "I 'm going to try that on the first wild animal I meet." "Jim, you re a trickster," said Jerry. Jim laughed and jumped up, saying: "Well, boys, I guess I '11 ride my horse home. Plaguey glad I ain't got to walk to.night. Much obliged for Hunter! I ran and untied Hunter, Jim jumped on his horse's back, and away he galloped. Hunter looked like a race-horse. We fellows were proud of him, yet we were sorry to part with the horse, for he seemed like one of the camping-club. Then we rolled up in our blankets, and went to sleep. Saturday, August 27. The first thing I heard in the morning was Jim Daylight, calling: ''Boys, oh, boys!'' We fellows piled out of the tent, and saw Jim gal loping up the beach on Hunter's back. He jumped off and came toward us, leading the horse.

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228 Bob Knight's Camping Out "What 'sup?" Otto asked. "Boys," said Jim, "I can't keep Hunter. Dad says I don't need a horse any more nor the Kingfisher needs two mainsails. You see, we haven't any barn, nor other place to keep a horse in. And it costs like the dickens to feed a horse in winter." "That 's too bad," said Otto. "I 'm sorry for you, Jim," said Dick. "You 'd have lots of fun with him this fall," said Jerry. "But I've got the wheel," Jim quickly answered. "That's so," said Jerry. "What will we do with the horse?" Otto asked. "Give him to Mr. Bush," said I. "Jingo! that 's just what we 'll do," said Otto. "Hunter will have a good home there. Mr. Bush and Jake are kind to their animals," I told the boys. "Jim," said Otto, "you ride Hunter over to Mr. Bush's farm, will you?" "Certainly," said Jim. "I wish you would," said Otto, "for I 've got a little business to attend to. Where 's your father? I must settle with him for the use of the boats," said Otto. "Dad's gone a-fishing," said Jim. "And he told me to say 'Good-by' to you campers, and tell you that you did n't owe him a cent. And when you come next summer, you can have the boats again."

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Bob Knight's Camping Out 229 "Thank your father for us, will you, Jim? We are very grateful to him for his kindness to us," said Otto. "He don't want any thanks. Did n't Jerry give me his wheel?" Jim replied. "But we 're greatly indebted to you," said Jerry. "The wheel don't pay for all your kindness to us campers." "We haven't done very much for you," said Jim. "Yes, you have," said Jerry. Just then Molly came to camp, with a tin of hot biscuits and a string of fish. "Here 's your breakfast, boys," she said, holding up the fish in one hand, and the biscuits in the other. "Oh, Molly, I 'm glad you brought us our break fast. There isn't a crumb left in the camp," exclaimed Dick. "Let me take a pail, and I '11 bring back a couple of quarts of milk from Mr. Bush's," said Jim, mounting Hunter. Ben and Dick built a fire on the sand, and Molly and Poky fried the fish. "Say, boys," said Molly, "Jim and I went a fishing before daylight, to catch some fish for your breakfast. We wanted you to have fish for your last meal at 'Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o.' "Three cheers for Molly and Jim Daylight, the two fishers of Lake Ontario," exclaimed Jerry.

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230 Bob Knight's Camping Out We campers yelled, and shouted, and cheered for Molly and Jim. By the time breakfast was ready, Jim arrived with the milk. "Oh, say, boys," exclaimed Jim, "Mr. Bush was tickled 'most out of his wits to get Hunter. Why, he wanted to pay me something, but I would not take a cent. He says that horse is worth forty dollars to him." "Hurrah for Hunter!" Otto shouted. "Mr. Bush says you boys made a new horse out of that peddler's old nag, by your good care of him," Jim told us. "Bravo! bravo! for the 'Campers of Ska-no-da ri-o,' on the shore of Lake Ontario," yelled Otto. ''Mr. Bush sent his 'Good-by' to you campers, and he wants you to come again next year," said Jim. ''We 'll be here," said Otto. "Breakfast is ready," called Poky. "This is our last meal at 'Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o,'" said Ben with a sigh. "We '11 eat many a meal next summer on the shore of old Ontario," said Otto. "True as guns!" said Jerry. "We '11 camp here every summer," said Otto. "Boys," said Jim Daylight, "I '11 give you a rat-tling good time when you come next summer."

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Bob Knight's Out 231 "Oh, Jim, you 're the fellow to camp with," said Jerry. "You keep the tent and camping outfit for us," Otto said to Jim. "After you 're gone, I '11 take down the tent and take good care of it for you," Jim promised. "Three cheers for Jim Daylight, the friend of the Ska-no-da-ri-o campers," we all yelled. Jumping up, Poky sang out: "Who's going to wash the dishes for the last time at Camp Ska-no-da-ri-o?" "I '11 wash 'em. You boys tend to your packing up," said Molly. "Three cheers and our compliments to Molly," said Otto. "Our best regards to Molly," said Dick. "Our respects to Molly," said Jerry. We fellows made a rush for the tent. "Here, get out of my way," said Jerry, stumbling over us fellows. "Let that bathing-suit alone. It 's mine," said Dick, snatching a suit from Ben. ''Give me that shoe," said Ben. "It 's mine," said Otto. "I can't find but one shoe." "Where's my cap? and my necktie? and my coat? I can't find anything," said Poky, tumbling every thing topsy-turvy in the tent.

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232 Bob Kni g ht's Campin g Out Such a snarl as we were in! We could not find our clothes. Everything in the tent was upside down and wrong side out. I managed to get dressed, but I didn't have on my own clothes. My striped trousers looked very much like Dick's; and my checked coat looked like B e n 's; but neither of the fellows claimed the clothes, s o I put them on. I don' t know who wore mine, but I think Poky wore them. We fellow s however, manage d to get rigged up after a fashion, and were ready to start. We shook hands with Molly, Jim, and Grou s e, and boarded an electric car, taking the seat on the rear platform, so as to see the camp as we rode away. We kept waving our caps and yelling: "Far ewe ll. M o ll y, J i m a n d Gro u se Far ewe ll Camp S k a -n o -dari o F a rewe ll, L a k e O n -ta-ri o F arewe ll Far ewe ll Molly waved her hat, and Jim Daylight took a snake out of his pocket and swung it round his head, calling: .'Good-by, 'Campers of Ska-no-da-ri-o!'"

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BOB KNIGHT'S DIARY AT POPLAR HILL SCHOOL WITH SKETCHES BY BOB By CHARLOTTE CURTIS SMITH. 12mo, cloth, gilt top, $i.5 0 A genuine boy's book written in boy style. Good inte ntions and broken resolutions, squabbles and reconciliations, through all a good heart and a clear conscience.-Congregationalist. "Bob Knight's Diary," kept at Poplar Hill School and illustrated by Bob's own sketches, is a book young boys will find entrancing, as it tells about the harmless but mirthful pranks of some jolly schoolboys-healthy, normal boys, with lusty appetites for fun and fighting, and, it must be admitted, rather unusual diligence at lessons .-De troit Free Press. Thoroughly a boy's book, with a boy's drawings and a boy's fancies and fears, and faults and follies Bob is human throughout, very much alive and altogether natural.-Church Standard. It has been some time since a boy's book has reached us so genuinely interesting as" Bob Knight's Diary." The volume is illustrated with a series of pen drawings by Bob, which are in full spirit with the text and equally as clever. There is a freshness and vigor about the volume altogether unusual in the average boy's book-Philadelphia North American. He gives us pictures of each of his schoolmates; of the teacher; of the cook; of the tramp, the hermit, and more things than anybody but a boy could think of. Bob's diary is excellently put together. Its contents, with those "illustrations," make the funniest reading we have seen in many a day. All the funny things that happen to schoolboys, from doughnuts to burglars, are here told and pictured.-Living Church. 13. P. DUITON & CO., Publishers 31 West Twenty-third Street, New York

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