the other scouts were already lined up. Then down the road they all
marched, the band going before, playing a lively air, the Governor, and
others in carriages, followed by a long line of scouts, with the
Hillcrest troop leading. It was a proud moment for Captain Josh, as he
marched ahead of the procession. Drawn to his full height, and with
his long beard sweeping his breast, he might have been taken for a
great warrior of olden days leading his men into action.

After the troops had reached the grounds they disbanded, and then
various games were begun. Baseball came first between two crack teams.
Those not interested in this made for the shore, where, protected by
thick trees, they were able to enjoy a good swim.

When the baseball match was over it was time for dinner. Soon the
smoke of numerous fires rose above the trees near the shore where the
scouts boiled water, cooked eggs and meat like old veterans. It was a
scene of gay festivity, mingled with much laughter and fun. All kinds
of mistakes were made, due to ignorance of cooking or the excitement of
the moment. One patrol put their tea into their can with the cold
water, and boiled all together. Some boys mixed their coffee with salt
instead of sugar. But all mistakes and the bantering which followed,
were taken in good part, for no one felt like getting angry, no matter
what happened.

The Hillcrest troop took no part in the games. They were content to
stand by and watch. They knew nothing about baseball such as is played
in the city, and were accordingly greatly interested, noting
everything, and determined that they, too, would learn to play in the
proper manner. But when it came to making a fire and preparing dinner,
they easily led all the rest. Here they felt more at home, and were