Roy Blakeley's Adventures in Camp by Percy Keese Fitzhugh
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down into the bay and then up the Hudson to Catskill Landing. That's
where you have to go to get to Temple Camp. Temple Camp is a great big scout camp and it's right on the shore of Black Lake--oh, it's peachy. You'll see it, all right, and you'll see Jeb Rushmore--he's camp manager. He used to be a trapper out west. You'll see us all around camp-fire--you wait. Mr. Ellsworth says this story is all right so far, only to go on about the boat. Gee, I'll go faster than the boat did, that's one sure thing, leave it to me. But after we got down into the Hudson we went fast, all right. Let's see where was I? Oh, yes, we were wondering how we'd get to camp in it because we didn't have much money in our troop, on account of being broke. Poor, but honest, hey? And it costs a lot of money to be towed and an engine would cost a hundred and fifty dollars. Nix on the engine, you can bet. But, oh, boy, there's one thing Mr. Ellsworth said and it's true, I've got to admit that. He said that good turns are good investments--he says they pay a hundred percent. That's even better than Liberty Bonds. You don't get it back in money, but you get it back in fun--what's the difference? Well, we did a good turn, and oh, believe me, there was _some_ come back! One day a tug came up our river on its way up to North Bridgeboro. That's where the mill is. And there wasn't anybody there to open the bridge so it could get through. Oh, wasn't that old tug captain mad! He kept whistling and whistling and saying things about the river being an old mud hole, and how he'd never get down the bay again, unless he could get through and come down on the full tide. Oh, boy, but he was wild. |
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