1907 - Camp Mowglis

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against a determined rain. Thereveille blew at 6 a. m. and we allwent to a very watery dip. Then• packs were made, and we started forthe home Camp. We stopped atElliott's until twenty minutes of ten,when our man from Campton Villageappeared with his team andfour to take us to the train for Plymouth.Here we all refreshed ourselveswith college ices and variouslittle tid-bits that are not allowed inthe Camp proper, then started off onthis last lap of the journey, andarrived at the Jungle about eightp. m. to greet Endicott Putnamwho was waiting for us. We wentto bed in more or less confusion,"taps'' having blown at 9.30 p. m.The long bunt was over.C. L. 0. JR.''As Seen by Me"With "five loaves of bread" I wentseeking a "few small fishes" onlythe five loaves were done up in atwenty pound pack on my back andthe fish were a good eleven milesover the Livermore trail. At teno'clock on Tuesday morning nine ofus left the depot camp at Waterville.Mr. Holt, Gillie, Bobbie, Sallie,Roger, Bill Saville, Hunt Smith,Schuyler Thurber and I. Frank carriedour packs till the road grew impassibleand then we started on. Atthis moment it was discovered thatthere were no matches in t~e partyso Sally and I started on a relay raceto camp. After matches were addedto our supply we ate our lunch by thewayside and started out again."The way was long,'' the windanything but cold and it was fouro'clock before Mount Washingtonloomed before our eyes. Anotherhour's toil brought us to the SwiftRiver and old Camp V. The lasthalf mile was over an old loggingroad. The bridges were almost inchips and Bobby was so thin thatwhen he slipped through a crack bedid not stop until his head caught.At present he wears the scar upon hisneck. When Camp VI \\•as reachedMr. Holt and I went in search oftrout for supp'er. Half an hour atthe brook brought sixteen speckledfish which soon decorated the fryingpan. Then we went to bed andlistened to something that Mr. Holtthought might be the cry of travellersin distress but at lengt~ was convincedthat the sound came fromBobbie.The following morning the campseparated - four fishing meadowbrook and five going to Swift river.At one o•clock we returned to campwith a catch of one hundred and onebrook trout. After lunch the fishwere cleaned. Then we had a grand·soak in the cas cades and watchedBql Saville act the maid of the mistin the waterfall. After that we madeour beds in a small cabin. Spruceboughs lined the place till it feltunderfoot like an · Ostermoor mattress.Bobbie for special reasonsslept outside, Gillie and Roger weretoo lazy to come in. The others occupiedthe cabin. After tossing foran hour the following conversationdisturbed our slumbers.Hunt speaking,-"Mr. Holt."Mr. H-wearily-"Yes. Huntie."15
Hunt-"Mr. Holt-I've ·just hadsuch a funny dream. Guess what itwas."Mr. H-"I'm sure I don't know."Hunt-"Well I'll tell you. Itwas about that trout · today. Ithought it was after me and I was soscared," drowsily- "!-was-awfulscared."Then we slept the sleep ofthe tired. When morning brokeHunt was at it again."Mr. Holt: · Guess what else Idreamed?""Huntington," said Mr. Holtseverely ''this guessing contest isclosed."Then we rose and packed ourblankets. Breakfast was soon over,and a number of photographs taken.Then we took the home trail up themountain side. Behind us lay oldCamp VI and away on the horizonMt. Washington with its cloud·cap.The berries were plentiful, . blueberriesa drug in the market and themiles slipped by. On reaching thebridge near the camp our party haltedand creeping behind -some busheswe were hidden from sight. At thatmoment Peanut sauntered down theroad ahead and Mr. Holt fired hisrevolver from behind the bushes intothe air. Peanut jumped two feetstraight up and started for camptouching only tile highest points onthe way. Then the doctor came toinvestigate. We were discoveredand with a ''three times three for theMowglis" we came into cawp again.LLOYD C. HODGINS.Camp Song J904TuN:~t-Road to Mandelay.Take me far in old New Hampshire,Where fair lake Pasquaney lies,Where the mountains rise about youAnd deep azure are the skies,Where the whispering pine-trees murmur\And the summer breezes say,Come ye back-ye little campers,Back to Mowgli camp some day,,Back to Mowgli camp some day,Where the happy youngsters playAnd sad thoughts of parting seize us,As we take our homeward way.There the days fly fast and fleeting,Passed in games and manly sport,And we scale the mountains round usSleeping out, as campers ought,16
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