Supper, which was eaten on the big rock overhanging the lake, was
made short work of, for tonight was to be held the first Council
Fire.

"What's going to happen?" asked Gladys of Nyoda, watching the
girls scrambling out of their bloomers and middies and into brown
khaki dresses trimmed with leather fringe.

"Ceremonial Meeting," answered Nyoda, slipping on a pair of
beaded moccasins.

"What's that?" asked Gladys.

"You'll see," said Nyoda. "Follow the girls when I call them."

Nyoda slipped out of her tent and disappeared into the woods. In
a few minutes a clear call rang out through the stillness:
"Wohelo, Wohelo, come ye all Wohelo." The girls stepped forward
in a single file, their arms folded in front of them, singing as
they went, "Wohelo, Wohelo, come we all Wohelo." Gladys followed
at the tail of the procession.

Nyoda stood in the center of a circular space about twenty feet
across among the trees, completely surrounded by high pines. In
the middle the fire was laid. The girls took their places in the
circle, and Gladys, now arrayed in bloomers and middy, with her
hair down in two braids and a leather band around her forehead,
sat under a tree and looked on. Not being a Camp Fire Girl she
could not sit in the Council Circle. Nyoda made fire with the
bow and drill, and when the leaping flames lit up the circle of