The Boy Scouts First Camp Fire

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CHAPTER I.



A HALT BY THE ROADSIDE.



“Tara-tara!”



Loud and clear sounded the notes of a bugle, blown by a very stout lad, clad in a new suit of khaki; and who was one of a bunch of Boy Scouts tramping wearily along a dusty road.

“Good for you, Bumpus! Can’t he just make that horn talk, though?” cried one.

“Sounds as sweet as the church bell at home, fellows!” declared a second.

“Say, Mr. Scout-Master, does that mean a halt for grub?” a third called out.

“Sure, Giraffe. Brace up old fellow. You’ll have your jaws working right soon, now. And here’s a dandy little spring, right among the trees! How shady and cool it looks, Thad.”

“That’s why we kept on for an hour after noon,” remarked the boy called Thad, and who seemed to be[4] a person of some authority; “when all you scouts wanted to stop and rest. You see Davy, Allan here, and myself made a note of that same spring the other day, when we came along on horseback, spying out the lay of the land.”

“Well, now,” remarked the boy called Davy, as he threw himself down to stretch; “that’s what our instruction book says,-a true scout always has his eyes and ears open to see and hear everything. The more things you can remember in a store window, after only a minute to look, the further up you are, see?”

The boy called Thad not only wore a rather seedy and faded scout khaki uniform; while those of all his comrades were almost brand new; but he had several merit badges fastened on the left side of his soft shirt.
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