Boy Scouts of Bob's Hill

  CHAPTER VI

  A FOURTEEN-MILE HIKE

  SCHOOL let out Thursday, June 22, and it had seemed to us as if the daynever would come. Not that we don't like school because wedo--sometimes; but when the sap drips from the maples and bees buzzaround the pussywillows on the river bank and all the trees take on adifferent look, as if there was going to be something doing right away,then the time has come for us to get out our marbles and tops and to fixup the cave for the summer.

  Pretty soon the buds begin to throw off their overcoats, and Bob's Hillgrows green again in the warm sunshine; the woods are bright with wildflowers, and the songs of birds and smell of spring fill the air.

  Then the mountains and hills tease us away from our books, when we lookout of the window. The river, all swelled up with joy and meltingsnows, shouts for us to come on, every time we cross the bridge. OnSaturdays the brook at Peck's Falls, grown big and noisy, roars out awelcome and tries to say how glad it is to have us back at the caveagain.

  Say, how can a boy sit quiet in school when all those things are goingon?

  Last day finally came. It always does, no matter how slowly the timeseems to pass. The very next morning the Ravens met to do the finalstunts that would make us First Class Scouts.

  For more than a week we had thought of little except the fourteen-milehike. It took several meetings before we could decide where to go. Ourfirst idea was to tramp up into the mountains somewhere, but that scaredour folks and we had to give it up.

  "It isn't as if you were all going together," said Pa. "In that case, ifone should get hurt the others could take care of him and go for help.If one of you alone should break your leg on the mountain we might neverbe able to find you. I think you'd better stick to civilization and thebeaten paths. You are not mollie-coddles and probably would come out allright, anyhow. At the same time, I should sleep better nights if I knewthat my boy wasn't off on the mountain somewhere, alone."

  That left us only two directions to go, north and south, because on theeast and west there are mountains and the valley between is narrow.South near Cheshire Harbor it narrows down so much that there is roomonly for a wagon road, the river, and the railroad, side by side, butthere is another road part way up the hill on the east.

  On that account we decided that all should not go on the hike the sameday, but to go four at a time, each taking a different road. There aretwo roads leading north to North Adams, one on each side of the river,and two leading south. One goes through Maple Grove and Cheshire Harborto Cheshire, where a lot of swell folks from New York spend their summervacations. The other, as I have said, is part way up the east hill andgoes through a place, called Pumpkin Hook. It's a queer name but wedidn't name it.

  The plan that we finally decided on was for each to follow one road oneday for seven miles; then go up into the hills somewhere to make campfor the night, and the next day to go back again by the other road. Inthat way we should stand a chance of meeting two Scouts some time duringthe trip, one on the morning of the second day, when we would becrossing over to take the other road, and one when the first boys ontheir way home would pass the second boys on the way out.

  We drew cuts to see who should be the first four to go. Skinny, Harry,Wallie, and Bill won the first chance. They were to start the nextmorning at seven o'clock sharp from the bridge, two going north and twosouth. Hank, Benny, Chuck, and myself were to wait until seven o'clock,the second day, and then start. When we all had come back, we planned tomeet Mr. Norton and tell him about where we had been and what we hadseen and done.

  Benny and I live nearest to the bridge. My house is only a stone's thrownorth of it; Benny's is a little north of mine and on the other side ofPark Street. That made it easy for us to get to the bridge first, butpretty soon the others began to come.

  "Has anybody seen Skinny?" I asked, looking at Mr. Norton.

  Skinny's house is near Mr. Norton's, and we had thought that maybe theywould come together.

  "I stopped in as I passed," said he. "Mrs. Miller told me that he hadstarted."

  Just then we heard a caw, sounding from over toward Plunkett's woodssomewhere. It didn't take us long to answer. Then we watched down therailroad track, where it curves into town between the wooded hillsideand the river.

  We didn't have long to wait. In a few minutes we saw Skinny put his headout between the trees which line a high bank, fifteen or twenty feetabove the track. He looked carefully in every direction; waved one arm,when he saw that we were watching, and then dodged back again out ofsight.

  "He's surrounding something," said Bill, giving a caw so loud it musthave almost scared the crows up in the Bellows Pipe.

  "There are only four minutes left before leaving time."

  Mr. Norton was looking at his watch. He had hardly spoken, when, with awhoop and yell, Skinny slid down the embankment and was running like madup the track toward us, waving his hatchet in one hand and swinging arope around his head with the other.

  "One minute to spare," said Mr. Norton, smiling as he put his watch backinto his pocket. "That's the way to do it. Be prompt. If you say thatyou'll be somewhere at a certain time, be there."

  "Say, Skinny," said Bill, winking at me and giving the Scout salute,"did you get 'em surrounded?"

  Skinny wouldn't answer, or even look at him except to return the salute.He pulled out his own watch, held it a moment; then pounded on thebridge with his hatchet.

  "The meetin' will come to order?" said he.

  As he spoke, the bell on the woolen mill began to ring and we knew thatit was seven o'clock and time to start.

  Quite a little crowd had gathered by that time and there was a cheerwhen the boys started, Skinny and Harry marching south on Center Street,side by side, and Bill and Wallie, north on Park Street.

  Pretty soon their ways branched off. They turned and waved to us; thenwere gone. Once after that we heard some crows cawing in the distance,and a little later I heard Bill yell from somewhere down the river. Iknew that he was doing his best, but I hardly could hear him.

  It wasn't easy to wait until the next day, with the other boys gone andknowing that we should have to do it, too, in the morning.

  Pa said that maybe the time would pass more quickly if I'd hoe in thegarden a spell, but it didn't seem to make any difference. My mind wasfollowing the boys, especially Skinny, on his long walk over a hillyroad to Pumpkin Hook.

  "Scout's law says that we must be useful and help others," he had toldus, "and, bet your life, I am going to do things."

  "Maybe," said he, after a minute, "I can rescue some fair damsel indistress, like the knights used to do, even if there ain't any dragonsnow-a-days. The road goes too far from the river for me to save anybodyfrom drowning; unless I come back by the river road."

  In the evening Benny and I sat out on the woodpile, talking about it. Wewondered where the boys were making their camps, if anything wouldhappen to them and if Skinny had rescued anybody yet.

  That night I dreamed that I was on the way. I met a little, old woman,going to market, and carried her basket for her.

  "Noble boy," said she. "Because of your kind act I'll change shoes withyou. Mine hurt my feet."

  I didn't like to do it very well because her shoes were old and shabby,but Scout law says to be courteous. So I thanked her as well as I couldand put them on.

  And, say, they were magic shoes. I got to North Adams in about threejumps and liked it so well that I went on to Boston. I was just going tosleep on Boston Common when a big policeman grabbed me by one shoulderand gave me a shake.

  "Quit!" I said. "A Scout's honor is to be trusted."

  "John! John!" came a voice. "It's time to be up and away."

  I opened my eyes and there was Pa, laughing down at me.

  "You're a pretty Scout," said he. "It's after six o'clock and you haveto start at seven."

  Ma hated to see me go, knowing that I'd be out all night, but Pa didn'tcare, or pretended that he didn't.

  "He's all right," he
said. "What's going to hurt him, I'd like to know?"

  Before seven o'clock the four of us were at the bridge and, say, welooked fine in our uniforms. Each one carried a little pan to cook in,some bacon and other things to eat, and a blanket strapped on his back.We also carried "first aid to injured" things, to be ready if we shouldfind somebody getting hurt.

  When the bells rang for seven o'clock we started. This time it wasBenny and I who went north on Park Street, and Hank and Chuck, south.

  "You watch my smoke," whispered Hank to me, when we were ready to start."I've got a new invention and I'm going to try it on somebody."

  When we were passing Benny's house Mrs. Wade came out and waved to us.

  "Benny Wade," she shouted, "if you are not home by nine o'clockto-night, your mother will have a fit."

  I knew from the look on Benny's face how hard it was for him to becheerful, when he wanted to stay out all night, like the rest of us.

  "All right, Ma," said he. "Don't worry. I'll come back, if I live."

  "If you live!" I heard her yell; but Benny was turning the corner totake the east road and in another second was out of sight.

  At first I hardly could believe that I really was on the way. I took Mr.Norton's message out of my pocket and looked at it, to make sure,several times. He had given each of us a message to some one at the endof the line and told us to bring back a receipt or an answer. Mine wasto a man in North Adams.

  The Bob's Hill boys are used to walking. That didn't bother me any. Butsomehow this was different from any other walk that I ever had taken. Isuppose it was because it was so important and because I was all alone.

  I walked along at pretty good speed until I had almost reached theGingham Grounds. Then I slowed down and kept my eyes open for the Gang,hoping that I should see Jim Donavan somewhere. Jim was their captainand one of our best friends, but some of the others had it in for us.

  I had begun to think that I was going to get through all right, withoutany trouble, when I saw one of them coming toward me. He was one of thebest fighters in the Gang, too, and he had a dog with him. Jim wasnowhere in sight.

  Isn't it queer what things will come into your head when you are scared?Pa says that I can't remember twenty-five cents' worth of groceries fromour house to the store; but that is something else.

  I was scared, all right, and wanted to run, because fighting always isscary until after you get started. Then, all of a sudden, I thought ofsomething that Pa had once read to me about General Grant. Grant wasmarching up a hill once, expecting to find the enemy on the other sideand wanting to run all the time, only he was too proud. Then when hereached the top, where he could see down into the enemy's camp, he foundthat they had been more scared than he was and not so proud, for theyhad run away.

  "So," said he, or something like it, "no matter how frightened you are,or how much you want to run, remember that the other fellow probably isjust as badly scared as you are."

  When I thought of that I braced up and walked along fast, pretendingthat I was in a hurry and didn't see him, but keeping one eye on him,just the same, and the other on a stone which lay in the road, nearwhere the dog stood whining. The boy was patting his head and trying tocoax him along.

  He pretended that he didn't see me, too, until I was passing. Then hespoke.

  "Hello, you village guy," said he.

  "Hello, yourself," I said, stopping and edging toward the stone.

  "Where do you think you are going?"

  "North Adams."

  "What for?"

  "Oh, just for fun."

  "Huh!" said he. "Ain't the trains runnin'?"

  "I've got something that's better than trains. It's legs."

  "What's the uniform for?"

  "Anything the matter?" I asked, after I had told him that I was a BoyScout, for I could see that he was feeling badly about something.

  "It's my dog," he told me, rubbing his sleeve across his eyes. "Somebodybroke his leg with a stone and I've got to kill him. He's all I have."

  "A Scout should be kind to animals," I said to myself. "A Scout is afriend to all." "A Scout should be useful."

  Then I answered myself back.

  "What's the use? This ain't any damsel-in-distress business, like Skinnyis going to do. Besides, if I hurry maybe I'll get a chance to signal toBenny from the turn in the road on ahead."

  "Come on and help me kill him," said he.

  Just then the dog gave such a pitiful whine that I couldn't stand it,Benny or no Benny. So I took out my bandage.

  "I think I can fix his leg, if you'll help me," I told him. "Get me acouple of sticks."

  I told him what I wanted, and when he had brought them and I hadwhittled them into shape to use as splints, I fitted the broken bones inplace and bandaged the leg, just as Mr. Norton had taught us, while theboy held the dog. The dog yelped a little, but seemed to know that I wasdoing it to help him.

  "It will soon grow together," I said, when I had finished, "and then itwill be almost as good as new."

  It made me feel kind of queer and happy to see how glad he was. The doglicked my hand, too, and seemed to be trying to say something. I wishdogs could talk.

  "How did you come to know so much?" he asked. "Is your father a doctor?"

  Then I told him all about the Scouts and our hike and what Mr. Nortonhad said about wanting the Gang to join.

  "Bully!" said he. "We'll do it. The others went up on the mountain thismorning after berries. I'd have gone, too, only for the dog. But I'lltell them when they get home to-night."

  "Say," I called out, after I had started on. "You know Benny Wade, don'tyou?"

  "The kid what always goes around with youse?"

  I nodded.

  "Yes, I know him when I see him. Why?"

  "He'll come through here this evening some time, on his way back fromNorth Adams. Let him look at the dog and see if he is all right. Heknows as much about those things as I do. Bill Wilson ought to be alongsome time during the day on his way back. He started yesterday. Say, youought to see Bill do up a leg."

  Nothing happened after that, although I kept close watch of the river,hoping that I might find somebody drowning. Some boys were in swimmingat one place, but they were not drowning nor anywhere near it.

  I could have reached North Adams easily long before noon, if I hadwanted to, but I had all day to do it in, so loafed along, expecting tomeet Bill every minute. I rested in the shade whenever I felt like it.But although I did a lot of cawing every few minutes and kept a sharplook-out, I didn't see Bill, and I didn't hear him, which I couldn'tunderstand, unless he had taken the east road home to keep away from theGingham Grounds.

  At noon I went down by the river, cut a pole, and fished a little,although I didn't catch anything. I didn't build a fire and cook becauseI had a good lunch in my pack. It seemed sort of lonesome, being thereso far away and knowing I couldn't go home when night came.

  After a long rest I walked on until I came to a bridge, and then,feeling sure Benny must be in North Adams by that time, I crossed overto the east road, where I knew some folks, and went up into the hills towhere Hoosac Tunnel begins. It was fun to see the trains dart in and outof that great hole which reaches four miles through the mountain, and Isat there a long time watching.

  Four o'clock came before I found my man in North Adams and delivered themessage. By that time I was tired enough to go into camp for the night.He smiled when he saw me coming in my Scout uniform.

  "This letter," said he, when he had read it, "says for me to buy you alife size ice cream soda? Do you want it?"

  There isn't anything in Scout law, is there, which says a Scout mustn'teat ice cream soda? And the tireder and hotter you are the better ittastes, doesn't it? I guess yes. Only I wished that Benny was there,eating one with me.

  That night I camped on the bank of a brook, part way up the mountain anda mile or more beyond the city. The water was clear as crystal andseemed kind of company, for it gurgled as it poured over the stones,m
aking music that was great.

  I hardly could wait to build a fire and fry my bacon, I was so hungry.But what is the use of carrying bacon and a pan seven miles, unless youfry the stuff after you get there? I tell you it tasted good and so didthe wild strawberries that I picked afterward for dessert.

  But when it began to grow dark and lights shone out down in the city andin the sky above, and queer sounds came from the mountain and woods backof me, I'd have given fifteen cents to have been at home, or at anyrate, to have had somebody with me.

  After a while I heard a voice say:

  "A Scout should smile and look pleasant."

  "Who--who--is that talking?" I asked.

  "It's your friend, the brook," came back the answer, in a sweet, gurglyvoice. "I'm a Scout, too. Hear me sing."

  "So am I," came the deep voice of the mountain back of me. "A Scoutshould be brave. Sleep, my brother. I'll watch over you."

  "So are we Scouts," came in whisperings from every side, through thedarkness, and I knew that the trees were talking to me. "We'll take careof you."

  Then I grew brave all in a minute and started up to go to them. As I didso, the darkness fled, leaving me there lying on the ground in broaddaylight, while the brook sang its loudest and all the trees wavedgood-morning. Would you believe it? I had slept all night long anddreamed that about the brook and the mountain.

  On the way home, I came in sight of the houses of the village before teno'clock, tired but happy because I had done the last test and now couldbe a First Class Scout.

  Benny met me outside the village, and he looked scared when he saw thatI was alone.

  "Have you seen Bill Wilson?" he shouted, as soon as he could make mehear.

  "I missed him somewhere," I called. "He must have come back by the eastroad. Why? What's the matter?"

  He already was hurrying home so fast that I hardly could catch up withhim. As he ran he shouted back over his shoulder something that set myheart to beating and made me forget how tired I was.

  "Bill hasn't come back."