ISBN: 9781153754033

Excerpt: ...since there was no need of it. He could illustrate all he wished to in the way of the famous Indian picture writing, which Boy Scouts in other troops had found so interesting … Plus…

Excerpt: ...since there was no need of it. He could illustrate all he wished to in the way of the famous Indian picture writing, which Boy Scouts in other troops had found so interesting 129 a study in connection with woodcraft. Even Thad, who had dabbled in it to some extent in the past, was deeply concerned; because he knew that the more these boys became interested in observing things that were happening all around them, the sooner they would climb up the ladder leading to merit badges, and a right to the name of a first class scout. 130 CHAPTER XVI. THE PICTURES THAT TALKED. What''s that Allan''s got in his hand? asked Davy Jones, as the little party reached an open spot, and the Maine boy came to a halt. Looks like a strip of fresh birch bark, remarked Giraffe. Just what it is, Allan spoke up, and if you watch me, you''ll see how the poor Indian, not carrying a hammer and nails along, finds a way to leave his message so that it attracts the attention he wants, just as well as if he nailed it against the trunk of a tree. He bent down, broke off a long wand from a bush, and seemed to partly split one end of this. Into the crotch he inserted the birch bark. The other end he pushed into the ground. There you are, fellows, Allan went on. When you reach this point along the trail of your friend, you find that he has left this message for you. Being an Indian, or a border man used to the ways of the Indians, you take the strip of bark in your hands, and examine it. To the eye of the experienced one it is as plain as so many words 131 would be to all of us. Here, look at what I''ve written, boys. Say, it''s a cute little boy''s idea of a procession, remarked Step-hen; for I take it that all these figures must be meant for men. And I can see a fire burning, right here, declared Giraffe, eagerly. What''s this four-legged critter, a wolf or a dog? asked Step-hen, pointing to the object he had in mind. What would you say, Thad? asked Allan, smiling.... Herbert Carter, Books, Fiction and Literature, Fiction, The Boy Scouts' First Camp Fire Books>Fiction and Literature>Fiction, General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9781153754033

Excerpt: ...since there was no need of it. He could illustrate all he wished to in the way of the famous Indian picture writing, which Boy Scouts in other troops had found so interesting … Plus…

Excerpt: ...since there was no need of it. He could illustrate all he wished to in the way of the famous Indian picture writing, which Boy Scouts in other troops had found so interesting 129 a study in connection with woodcraft. Even Thad, who had dabbled in it to some extent in the past, was deeply concerned; because he knew that the more these boys became interested in observing things that were happening all around them, the sooner they would climb up the ladder leading to merit badges, and a right to the name of a first class scout. 130 CHAPTER XVI. THE PICTURES THAT TALKED. What''s that Allan''s got in his hand? asked Davy Jones, as the little party reached an open spot, and the Maine boy came to a halt. Looks like a strip of fresh birch bark, remarked Giraffe. Just what it is, Allan spoke up, and if you watch me, you''ll see how the poor Indian, not carrying a hammer and nails along, finds a way to leave his message so that it attracts the attention he wants, just as well as if he nailed it against the trunk of a tree. He bent down, broke off a long wand from a bush, and seemed to partly split one end of this. Into the crotch he inserted the birch bark. The other end he pushed into the ground. There you are, fellows, Allan went on. When you reach this point along the trail of your friend, you find that he has left this message for you. Being an Indian, or a border man used to the ways of the Indians, you take the strip of bark in your hands, and examine it. To the eye of the experienced one it is as plain as so many words 131 would be to all of us. Here, look at what I''ve written, boys. Say, it''s a cute little boy''s idea of a procession, remarked Step-hen; for I take it that all these figures must be meant for men. And I can see a fire burning, right here, declared Giraffe, eagerly. What''s this four-legged critter, a wolf or a dog? asked Step-hen, pointing to the object he had in mind. What would you say, Thad? asked Allan, smiling.... Herbert Carter, Books, The Boy Scouts' First Camp Fire Books, General Books LLC<