Saga of the Sanpitch Volume 13, 1981 - Sanpete County
Saga of the Sanpitch Volume 13, 1981 - Sanpete County
Saga of the Sanpitch Volume 13, 1981 - Sanpete County
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Forest Ranger Merrill Nielson, who was stationed at nearby Lake Ranger Station, and Deputy Forest<br />
Supervisor Serrin Van Boskirk took us on a nature hike and taught us to identify many native plants. I still<br />
remember <strong>the</strong> beautiful columbine, bluebell, paintbrush, elderberry, wild geranium, niggerhead, and <strong>the</strong><br />
names <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> trees in <strong>the</strong> forest. These men also showed us how to fight and prevent forest fires, and to keep<br />
from getting lost in <strong>the</strong> woods.<br />
Food never tasted so good. Cook Frank Bohne and his helpers were experts at preparing camp meals.<br />
They served mutton we got from a nearby sheep herd, beans, potatoes, and all <strong>the</strong> trimmings, including<br />
gallons <strong>of</strong> Dixie molasses we spread on bread for dessert. We ate each meal like it was to be our last one.<br />
Swimming in Cleveland reservoir was a special delight and we all swam every day in our birthday suits.<br />
Swimming races were held, and some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> boys passed tests for advancement, including qualifying for<br />
swimming merit badges.<br />
There was one crisis. Senior Patrol Leader Theodore Christensen supervised <strong>the</strong> boys while <strong>the</strong>y were<br />
swimming. One <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> swimmers came running up to Theodore with tears streaming down his cheeks and<br />
cried, "We can't find Paul anywhere. He must have drowned." There was a frantic, fruitless search for <strong>the</strong><br />
missing boy, <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> boys were ordered to dress and return to camp. There in his tent, on his pine bough<br />
bed, Paul was found peacefully sleeping.<br />
Foot-races were held daily on <strong>the</strong> smooth slope <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> reservoir just above <strong>the</strong> water level, which made<br />
an ideal racetrack. A baseball game was played with <strong>the</strong> boys against <strong>the</strong>ir fa<strong>the</strong>rs, and <strong>the</strong> boys won by a<br />
small margin. We leaped and rolled and tumbled in a large sawdust pile which had been left by an old sawmill.<br />
After supper each night everyone ga<strong>the</strong>red around <strong>the</strong> campfire for a program. There were stories and<br />
recitations, appropriate talks by <strong>the</strong> leaders, and peppy stunts acted out by <strong>the</strong> patrols. But <strong>the</strong> part I enjoyed<br />
most was <strong>the</strong> lusty singing <strong>of</strong> songs. We sang patriotic songs, church hymns, and many <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> lively songs<br />
from <strong>the</strong> Boy Scout Songbook. We always bellowed forth our favorite ditty, which ran something like this:<br />
HO FOR THE SLUM<br />
(Tune: I am a Utah Man, Sir)<br />
When you've hiked a half a hundred miles your legs begin to shake,<br />
And your stomach caves toge<strong>the</strong>r with an awful empty ache,<br />
When you pull up by <strong>the</strong> campfire in <strong>the</strong> evening with your chum,<br />
There's nothing does <strong>the</strong> business like a pot <strong>of</strong> steaming slum!<br />
Chorus: Ho for <strong>the</strong> slum, boys! Mulligan tra la la la,<br />
It sticks to your ribs, boys, tra la la la la la la la la la.<br />
Throw in a hunk <strong>of</strong> bacon and <strong>the</strong> laces from your shoe,<br />
A bottle <strong>of</strong> sarsaparilla and a pound or so <strong>of</strong> glue,<br />
Rice and bread and breakfast food, a cherry and a plum,<br />
Season it with castor oil and you'll have a bully slum!<br />
Chorus<br />
Throw in a chunk <strong>of</strong> meat boys, potatoes cold or hot,<br />
Grab a piece <strong>of</strong> sweitzer cheese and chuck it in <strong>the</strong> pot,<br />
Jelly, beans and pie crust, prunes and spearmint gum,<br />
Stir it with a crowbar and you'll have a bully slum!<br />
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