The Campfire Girls on Ellen's Isle Part 14

"Water wheel!" shouted Uncle Teddy, and the paddles flashed backward in a wide circle between each dip.

"Wasn't that fun?" said Sahwah. "I'm getting wider awake every minute.

You were right about making us get up, Katherine. If I'd slept as long as I wanted to I'd have felt 'dumpy' all day, but now I feel fine and just full of pep."

"So do I," said Gladys.

"I don't," said Hinpoha dolefully. "I guess I'm not much of a sport, but I'm getting sleepier every minute."

"You girls talk too long before you go to sleep nights," said the Captain. "That's why you're not ready to get up in the morning. We can hear you away down in our tents, long after we're asleep."

"How can you hear us after you're asleep?" demanded Katherine, and the Captain, caught in a bull, subsided in confusion.

"Well, anyway," said Hinpoha, "I'm going back to bed as soon as we land and sleep until breakfast time. I'm not going for a dip this morning."

"You can't sleep," said Katherine, the martinet, "you're on breakfast duty. And you'll have to step lively at that, for it's late this morning and the animals will all be hungry."

"What time is it?" asked Sahwah.

"It must be pretty near eight," answered Katherine. "Wait a minute until I look at my watch." She fished around in the pocket of her sweater, pulling out first half a comb, then several peanuts, and finally the watch.

"It's ten after seven," she said. "Why, it can't be that--that's what it was when I got up. The watch has stopped. I don't know what time it is, but it must be nearly eight."

Just then a tiny golden beam fell on the water in front of the canoe.

"It's clearing up," said Sahwah joyfully. "It isn't going to rain after all today." She twisted her head upward to see where the sun was breaking through the clouds. "Why----" she exclaimed in bewilderment, "where is the sun?"

They all looked around. There was the sun, just beginning to peep over the eastern horizon. "It's--it's just rising!" said Katherine, dumbfounded. "Did it oversleep, too?"

"No, it didn't," said Uncle Teddy. "Old Sol is the one person who always wakes on time. And at this season of the year his time is about four o'clock A. M."

"It's only four o'clock!" they all shouted. "Katherine, you wretch, you pulled us out of our beds at half past three! You did it on purpose!"

But one glance at Katherine's amazed face dispelled all doubts on that score, and set them into a wild gale of laughter. If ever a person was taken aback it was Katherine. "My watch must have stopped at ten after seven last night," she said sheepishly. "I remember now, I didn't wind it. No wonder it was so grey and misty we thought it was going to rain!"

"The real test of sportsmanship!" scoffed the Captain. "I should say we were some fine sports, getting up at half past three the morning after a canoe trip and going out to crew practice!"

"And me getting into a wet bathing suit!" mourned Hinpoha. "I think I ought to have a Carnegie medal for that."

Even the sun seemed to be laughing, as he climbed up over the rim of the water and turned the wavelets into gold. They paddled back to the dock as fast as they could go, laughing so they could hardly dip their paddles, and singing,

"Hail to the Chief who at sunrise advances!"

Arrived at the dock they scurried up the path and got back into bed as soon as they could, and journeyed back into the land of dreams without delay. Katherine refused to blow the rising horn at all, but let them sleep as long as they wanted to, and it was nine o'clock before the first one stirred. Breakfast was served at ten instead of at eight, and was the most hilarious meal they had eaten since coming to Ellen's Isle. Song after song was made up about Katherine's "False alarm" and her "rising qualities." Finally they rose from the table and putting their hands on each other's shoulders they formed a circle around her and danced a snake dance, singing:

"For she's a really good sportsman, For she's a really good sportsman, For she's a really good sportsman, Which no one can deny!"

"Don't be cross, Katherine," said Gladys, running from the circle to put her arms around her. "We're horrid, nasty things to make such fun of you, but it was _such_ a good joke on you!"

"Oh, I'll forgive you all," said Katherine magnanimously, "but I still have a sneaking suspicion that the joke was on _you_!"

"All aboard for St. Pierre," cried Uncle Teddy. "How many of you boys want to come along? Company form ranks on the pier!"

There was a wild scramble down the hill to be on time, for it was an invariable rule that those who were not there when the boat was ready to start were left behind. There was no waiting for laggards. They all made it this time and chugged out of sight, still hearing echoes of the laughter on Ellen's Isle.

It took so long to get the engine fixed that they decided to wait over and have dinner at St. Pierre. While they were eating there a big, bronzed man walked up and slapped Uncle Teddy on the shoulder. Uncle Teddy greeted him joyfully.

"h.e.l.lo, Colonel Berry! Where in the firmament did you come from?"

"Oh, I just rained down," said the big stranger, laughing. "But talking about firmaments, just what are _you_ doing in this corner of the country?"

Uncle Teddy explained, and introduced Mr. Evans and the boys. "These are the Sandwiches," he said, including them all in a comprehensive wave of his hand, whereat Colonel Berry roared with laughter. "Boys, meet Colonel C. C. Berry, the best woodsman in fourteen states, and the best goodfellow in the world."

The boys acknowledged the introduction with great politeness and respect, but Colonel Berry insisted on shaking hands all around, "just as if we were senators," the Captain explained afterward.

Mr. Evans immediately invited Colonel Berry to visit them at Ellen's Isle, and the Sandwiches all echoed the plea eagerly, just as if he had been an old and beloved friend instead of a new acquaintance.

The colonel replied that his business would take him out of St. Pierre the following evening, but he would be delighted to run over and spend that night with them on Ellen's Isle.

It was not without considerable pride that Mr. Evans pointed out "his island" to Colonel Berry later in the afternoon as the launch approached it on their return home. The way affairs were run on that little island was something to be proud of, as he well knew, and which even a distinguished camper and woodsman must admire. The boys were busy describing the wonders of Ellen's Isle and kept saying, "Wait until you see our girls. Wait until you see Sahwah dive off the bow of the war canoe and Gladys hold a parasol over her head when she swims. Wait until you eat some of Hinpoha's slumgullion!"

"I'm surprised they're not all down on the landing waiting for us," said Mr. Evans, as they ran the launch in. "They generally are. But they'll be down immediately." Making a trumpet of his hands he called, "Oh, Mother! Gladys! Aunt Clara!" There was no answer. "They must be in the tents," he said. "Come on up." He helped the colonel up the steep path and shouted again. Still no answer. He went over to Mrs. Evans' tent.

The sides were rolled up and it was empty. So was the other one. "They must be away at the other end of the island," said Mr. Evans. He struck into the path which led up the men's encampment, and which ran through the "kitchen." The fire, which was generally burning there around supper time, was carefully laid, but not lighted. "Where can they be?" said Mr.

Evans to Uncle Teddy in a puzzled tone. Just then his eye fell on a piece of paper tucked under the handle of the water bucket. Wonderingly he opened it and read:

"Dear men folks:

"Seeing that you have found amus.e.m.e.nt for the day we have gone on a picnic to the Point of Pines. We will stay all night if the sleeping is good. Everything is ready for supper; just help yourselves."

"Of all things!" exclaimed Mr. Evans in vexation. "Just the day we have a guest I am particularly anxious to have them meet they take it into their heads to go off and spend the night. Where on earth is the Point of Pines?"

n.o.body seemed to know just where it was, but they all remembered hearing the girls talking about it and hearing them say that some time when it was dry they were going over there by themselves with Aunt Clara and Mrs. Evans and have a "hen party." The general idea was that the Point of Pines was a long point running out into the water on the mainland to the north of them, where the pines grew very tall and close together.

"Captain, you get into the launch and go over there and see if you can find them," ordered Uncle Teddy. "It's a pity to break up a ladies'

party in such a gorgeously select and private place as the Point of Pines, but they would never forgive us if we let them miss the chance to meet Colonel Berry. And in the meantime, we might as well get busy on the supper. It will be some time before they come back. Slim, you tie on an ap.r.o.n and pare potatoes; Anthony, you fill the water buckets; Pitt, you open several cans of tomatoes."

"Here, let me take a hand," said the colonel, just as though he were not a guest. "I haven't cooked in the open most of my life for nothing." So he found an ap.r.o.n and fell to work mixing biscuits. The colonel was a tall man--six feet two--and the ap.r.o.n belonged to Migwan, who was short, and when tied around his waist line it did not reach half way to his knees. Slim's ap.r.o.n was long enough, but it would not go anywhere near around him. Being unable to tie the strings he tucked the ap.r.o.n in over his belt and let it go as far as it would.

"Where's the bread knife?" asked Mr. Evans, coming out of the supply tent, after rushing around inside for several minutes in a vain search.

"Slim has it paring potatoes," said Uncle Teddy, looking around. Slim handed it over and finished the potatoes with his pocket knife. Pitt had broken the paring knife trying to open a can with it when he could not find the can opener.

"Hurry up with those potatoes, Slim," called Uncle Teddy. "They ought to be on now in order to get cooked with the rest of the things."

"Just finished," said Slim, sucking his thumb, which he had that minute gashed with the knife. He rose and carried the dish of pared potatoes over to the kettle of boiling water waiting to receive them, but half way over he tripped on the ap.r.o.n, which had slipped down under his feet, and sat down with a great splash in the kettle of tomatoes, standing on the ground awaiting its turn at the fire, while the potatoes rolled in all directions in the dirt.

Uncle Teddy and Mr. Evans and Colonel Berry came running at the noise, and after one glimpse of poor, fat Slim sitting there in the tomatoes sucking his thumb, they leaned against the trees and doubled up in helpless laughter, not one of them able to go to his rescue. Pitt and Anthony came running at the sound and joined their laughter with that of the men until the woods fairly rang.

Suddenly their laughter was echoed by a smothered giggle, which seemed to come from the sky. Startled, they looked up, to see Hinpoha's convulsed face peering down at them between the branches of a high tree.

They dropped their knives and dishes in amazement. "What are you doing up there?" gasped Mr. Evans. Hinpoha went into a perfect gale of merriment, which was echoed from all the trees around, and soon other faces were peering down between the branches--Aunt Clara's, Mrs. Evans', Sahwah's, Katherine's, Migwan's, Antha's, Nakwisi's, Gladys's. Every one of those naughty Winnebagos had been hiding in the treetops and watching the men cook supper down below!