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[Illustration: “I GAVE THEM THE SCOUT SALUTE.”]
Author of Tom Slade, Boy Scout, Tom Slade with the Colors, Tom Slade on the River, etc.
Published with the approval of THE BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA
I HELLO, HERE I AM AGAIN II AN AWFUL WILDERNESS III UNDAUNTED! IV GO! V I GO ON AN ERRAND VI I DISCOVER SOME TRACKS VII I MEET THE STRANGER VIII UP A TREE IX AWFUL STICKY X I MAKE A PROMISE XI SEEING IS BELIEVING XII MARSHAL FOCH XIII AROUND THE CAMP-FIRE XIV BUT I DIDN’T WRITE IT XV NO! NO! NO! GO ON! GO ON! XVI THE MYSTERY XVII APPALLING! WONDERFUL! MAGNIFICENT! XVIII ON TO GLORY XIX JIB JAB, IS HE HUMAN? XX THE PARADE XXI WE VISIT THE SIDE SHOW XXII BRENT GAYLONG XXIII BRENT’S STORY XXIV THE LIGHT IN THE WOODS XXV IN THE DARK XXVI DORRY AND I AND THE CRICKET XXVII WE TAKE HARRY INTO OUR CONFIDENCE XXVIII IN THE WOODS XXIX JIB JAB AND HARRY XXX JIB JAB IS SURPRISED XXXI JIB JAB’S STORY XXXII JIB JAB TURNS OUT TO BE HUMAN XXXIII WE PART COMPANY XXXIV A GOOD IDEA XXXV WHAT I HEARD ON THE TELEPHONE XXXVI UP THE TRAIL XXXVII A VOICE XXXVIII WE FIGHT AND RUN AWAY XXXIX WELCOME HOME XL MMM-MM-M-M!
This story is all about a hike. It starts on Bridge Street and ends on Bridge Street. Maybe you’ll think it’s just a street story. But that’s where you’ll get left. It starts at the soda fountain in Warner’s Drug Store on Bridge Street in Catskill, New York, and it ends at the soda fountain in Bennett’s Candy Store on Bridge Street in Bridgeboro, New Jersey. That’s where I live; not in Bennett’s, but in Bridgeboro. But I’m in Bennett’s a lot.
Believe _me_, that hike was over a hundred miles long. If you rolled it up in a circle it would go around Black Lake twenty times. Black Lake would be just a spool—_good night!_ In one place it was tied in a bowline knot, but we didn’t count that. It was a good thing Westy Martin knew all about bowline knots or we’d have been lost.