Roy Blakeley"s Camp on Wheels.
by Percy Keese Fitzhugh.
CHAPTER I
BREWSTER"S CENTRE
Maybe you think just because scouts go camping in the summer time, and take hikes and all that, that there"s nothing to do in the winter. But I"m always going to stick up for winter, that"s one sure thing.
Anyway, this story isn"t exactly a winter story, it"s a kind of a fall story--lightweight. Maybe after this I"ll write a heavyweight winter story. Dorry Benton (he"s in my patrol) says that if this story should run into the winter, I can use heavier paper for the last part of it.
That fellow"s crazy.
Believe _me_, there"s plenty happening in the fall and in the winter; look at nutting and skating and ice-boating. Only last winter there were two big fires here in Bridgeboro and one of them was the High School.
Gee whiz, what more could you want?
But the best fire I ever went to was when the Brewster"s Centre railroad station burned down. That was three or four years ago, and the railroad decided that as long as there was going to be a big war in Europe, they wouldn"t build a new station.
It won"t do you any good to look on the map for Brewster"s Centre, because you won"t find it. Even with a microscope you couldn"t find it.
The reason you can"t find it is, because it isn"t there. I guess the men who made the map couldn"t make a small enough dot. That"s one thing I"m crazy about--maps. But I hate geography--geography and cough mixture.
But I"m crazy about apple dumplings.
Anyway, you"ll have to take my word for it that Brewster"s Centre is four or five stations above Bridgeboro. There isn"t any man named Brewster. He went out West about fifty years ago. I guess he forgot to take his centre with him. Anyway, it"s up there. I guess n.o.body wants it.
There are about a dozen people up in Brewster"s Centre who go to the city; gee, you can"t blame them. So the railroad put an old pa.s.senger car on a side track up there and boarded up the under part so you couldn"t see the wheels, just the same as on a lunch wagon. They part.i.tioned off part of the inside of it for a ticket office and made a window in the boards, and the rest of the car was a waiting-room. There was a stove in the corner. It was like the Pennsylvania Station in New York, only different. They used the same old sign that used to be on the regular station and it looked funny sprawling all over the side of that car. It said:
Buffalo 398 Mls.--BREWSTER"S CENTER--N. Y. 30 Mls.
You"d think that Brewster"s Centre was the centre of the whole earth.
Anyhow it showed two different ways of getting away from there. It"s a wonder it didn"t tell how far it is from Brewster"s Centre to Paris. I guess the moon is about "steen billion miles from Brewster"s Centre. But one thing, there"s a place where you get dandy ice-cream cones up there.
That"s all there is to this chapter. It isn"t much of a chapter, hey?
But it"s big enough for Brewster"s Centre. It"s a kind of a prologue chapter. It"s like Brewster"s Centre, because nothing happens in it. The only thing that ever happened up there was the fire, and that happened three or four years ago. You can"t even smell the smoke in this chapter.
But just you wait and see what happens.
CHAPTER II
THE HOUSING PROBLEM
Now comes a _lapse of three years_--I got that out of the movies. Maybe if you"ve read all about our adventures you"ll remember how my patrol, the Silver Foxes, hiked home from Temple Camp last summer. Believe me, that was some hike. The other two patrols came home later by boat. They said they had more fun without us. I should worry about _them_.
The second night after we were all home I started around to the church to troop meeting and I met Pee-wee Harris coming scout pace down through Terrace Street. He"s one of the raving Ravens. He was all dolled up like a Christmas tree, with his belt axe hanging to his belt and his scout knife dangling around his neck and his compa.s.s on his wrist like a wrist watch.
I said, "You look like a hardware store. Where are you going? To chop down the North Pole?"
He said, "There"s bad news waiting for us at troop meeting."
"Well, it"ll have to wait till we get there," I told him; "I wouldn"t go scout pace hunting for bad news." Cracky, if that kid was on his way to the electric chair he"d go scout pace.
"We"ve got to give up the troop room," he said; "Doctor Warren told my mother to-day. The men are going to use it for a club."
"Good night!" I told him; "why should they use a club? We"ll get out without any trouble; peace at any price."
"It"s a sociable club," he said.
"Well," I told him, "I wouldn"t want to get hit with a club no matter how sociable it is."
"It"s going to be called the forearm club," he said.
Gee, I had to laugh. "You mean forum," I said. "What are you trying to do? Scare the life out of me with clubs and forearms?"
When we got to the troop room all the fellows were standing around, and Mr. Ellsworth, our scoutmaster, was there to tell us the worst.
He said, "Scouts, you"ll all remember that this pleasant meeting place was put at our disposal by Doctor Warren to be used by us until it should be needed for other purposes." (This is just what he said, because I asked him to write it out in my troop book afterwards.) "Doctor Warren now informs me that the plans for building a new church being postponed on account of the cost of labor and materials, the use of this room practically every night in the week is imperative. Since we are not actually a part of the church, I think we should insist on relinquishing it in favor of the many church activities for which this old building is all too small. We shall presently find another home. I am sure that every scout in this troop will join me in expressing our grat.i.tude to Doctor Warren and his good people for their interest in us and their hospitality. I am in hopes that the room in the Public Library where the Red Cross ladies worked may be available to us. Meanwhile, we have the great scout roof over our heads--the blue heaven."
"Believe me," I said, "that great scout roof is all right, only it leaks like the d.i.c.kens. Anyway, we should worry; we"ll find a place."
So that night we spent taking down our pictures and all our birch bark ornaments, and packing our books and getting ready to move. We were up against the housing problem, that"s what Westy Martin said.
The next day was Sat.u.r.day. That"s the thing I like best about school--Sat.u.r.day. So I went into the city to get a new scout suit on account of my other one being all torn from our long hike from camp. I came home on the Woolworth Special, that"s the 5.10 train. On the train I met Mr. John Temple. He"s the man that started Temple Camp. He lives in Bridgeboro and he owns a lot of railroads and things. Anyway, he did, only the government took them. He should worry, he"s going to get them back. He"s head of the bank, too. Gee, I hope n.o.body takes that away from him. I"ve got fifty-seven dollars in that bank. He used to be mad at the scouts, but then he found out that he was mistaken and he went off and built Temple Camp just out of spite to himself, kind of.
Whenever he sees me he"s awful nice.
He said, "Well, Roy, how are the scouts getting on?"
I said: "Believe _me_, they"re not getting on, they"re getting _out_. We can"t use the lecture room in the church any more. If we don"t get the room where the Cross Red Nurses were, I don"t know where we"ll meet We"ll meet in the sweet by and by, I guess."
He just began to laugh and he said: "Property and real estate are hard to get just now. Rentals are pretty high."
"Gee whiz," I told him, "I wouldn"t care if it was real estate or imitation estate or any other kind if there was only a room on it."
He said, laughing all the while, "Well now, I have an idea. How would this strike you? They"re finishing the new station up at the Centre.
What do you think of that old car for a meeting place? Just for a while, you know, till you can find a regular place somewhere. It has a stove and seats and.... How would that strike you?"
Oh, boy!
"It strikes me so hard it makes a black and blue spot," I said; "and that wouldn"t be so far to go for meetings."
He said: "Oh, you wouldn"t have to go up there for meetings. If I can arrange to get it for you, I"ll have it brought down to Bridgeboro. I don"t know where you could put it or just how you would move it away from the tracks, but it could be done."
_Oh, bibbie_, wasn"t I excited! "We could put it in the field down by the river," I said; "oh, it would be simply great!"
Mr. Temple just laughed, and he said, "Well, don"t count too much upon it. Uncle Sam has a say in all these things nowadays. But I think perhaps I can arrange matters. The car is no use up there; it isn"t of much use _anywhere_. I"m afraid the difficult part would be in moving it away from the tracks when we got it to Bridgeboro. However, we"ll see."
I was so excited that when we got to Bridgeboro I stayed on the train and went on up to Brewster"s Centre just to take a look at the car. As long as I was up there I thought I might as well get an ice-cream cone at that place I told you about. Then I hiked it home.