The Young Wireless Operator—As a Fire Patrol - The Story of a Young Wireless Amateur Who Made Good as a Fire Patrol by Lewis E. Theiss
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Hardly had he spoken before a great trout darted across the stream, almost at their feet. Charley extended his rod over the water and waved it vigorously a few times. Instantly trout darted out from a dozen different points. "Gee whiz!" shouted Charley. "Did you see 'em, Lew? I can hardly wait to get a line in." "We've got to get our camp made before we do any fishing," replied Lew. "Let's hustle up and find a good camp site." They walked rapidly up the valley, keeping a few yards back from the brook so as not to alarm the trout. "I don't know how our wireless will work among all these trees," said Lew. "If we could find an open spot I'm sure it would be better." Presently they came to exactly the sort of place they desired. At some time, evidently within a few months, for no brush had as yet sprung up, a hurricane had swept through the forest: and where it had passed lay a windrow of trees as flat as a swath of grain after the scythe has gone through it. The windrow was several rods in width, and not a tree remained standing within that space. The fallen trees were piled upon one another in confused masses. For a time the boys gazed at the scene with awe. "That opening will make a fine place to hang our aerial if we can get the wires up," said Lew. "I believe that we have enough wire to hang 'em up pretty high and still have a long lead-in wire. If there is, then we can camp back here under the |
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