The Woodcraft Girls in the City Part 1

THE WOODCRAFT GIRLS IN THE CITY.

by Lillian Elizabeth Roy.

CHAPTER ONE-CAMPING IN THE CITY

"Girls-guess what?" exclaimed Zan Baker, a few days after the return of the Woodcraft Band from their summer camp on Wickeecheokee Farm.

"Goodness only knows what you have to tell now!" laughed Jane Hubert, another of the five girls who founded Wako Tribe.

"Well, I got it direct, so the truth hasn't been turned or twisted by any one of you girls before it was pa.s.sed along," retorted Zan, with a gleam of mischief in her eyes.

"Oh, is that so! Well let me tell you this much: if I had the rare imagination that you have, Zan, I'd compete with Jules Verne," replied Hilda Alvord, the matter-of-fact member of the Band.

"Judging from the talent Zan has in telling stories it won't surprise us very much to hear she is a popular auth.o.r.ess," teased Nita Brampton, the social aspirant of the group.

"I'll ill.u.s.trate Zan's books," quickly added Elena Marsh, the fifth member of the Woodcrafters.

"Sort of shine in my reflected glory, eh?" laughed Zan, good-naturedly, for all the girls enjoyed this form of badinage.

"Girls, girls! This isn't hearing the 'wextry' news Zan holds cornered!

Give her a chance, won't you?" begged Nita.

"It's this: Miss Miller wants us to have tea with her, to discuss plans for our Winter Camp and to consider the advisability of admitting another Band so we can apply for a Charter of our Wako Tribe," announced Zan, with due satisfaction.

"When is the party?" eagerly questioned her hearers.

"Friday afternoon about four; and she also said that if we cared to invite some of the other girls who are crazy to join Woodcraft to meet us in the evening to hear our Summer Reports read, she thought it might give them a fine opportunity to really understand what Woodcraft did for us during the few months we spent in Camp," explained Zan.

"Miss Miller can count on me being there right on time!" declared Jane, with a determined bob of her head.

"Me too!" added Nita.

"It isn't likely Hilda and I are going to be absent," laughed Elena.

Thus it came about that promptly at four o'clock on Friday afternoon the five happy girls stood waiting at the door of the apartment occupied by their Woodcraft Guide. As Miss Miller's professional business in life was teaching physical culture to the High School girls at the gymnasium of Clinton High, the honourary office as Guide in Woodcraft was more like play to the efficient instructor.

Immediately after the bell rang to announce the visitors, the door was opened and a cheery voice called, "Come right in, girls."

"Dear me, Miss Miller, isn't it just too hot for anything? And after our lovely cool Bluff down at Wickeecheokee!" sighed Nita, as soon as they were seated in the front room.

"I will admit that city life certainly is an unpleasant change from camping in the woods," replied Miss Miller, taking the hats from her girls and handing them each a fan.

"I couldn't sleep a wink last night in our stuffy city rooms!" exclaimed Hilda who lived with her mother and younger brother in the ordinary regulation flat.

"I didn't either. I just gasped all night for some air," added Elena.

"Well what are we going to do? We can't move the Bluff to the City and we live in so-called modern homes where the only windows open front and back-all except Jane's and my house where there is an extra city lot on the side so we can have light from additional windows on the sides,"

commented Zan, thoughtfully.

"It is odd that you girls should speak of this matter the very first thing, because it is one of the things I wanted to talk over with you before any new members join our Band. If you all approve of the plan I thought out it not only will give us air enough at night but will offer the new Woodcraft members an opportunity to win their _coups_ for sleeping out-of-doors for the required number of nights," said the Guide.

"Oh do tell us what it is?" cried Zan.

"It must take its place in the order of business," rejoined Miss Miller; "now let us open Council in the regular way, girls."

"It won't seem much like a Council in the regular way without a fire and the preliminary lighting of it," complained Nita, who was the fault-finder of the Band but was fast out-growing such tendencies.

"Why I thought you girls all knew how to light the indoors Council Fire without the slightest danger of destroying anything about you!"

commented Miss Miller, as she went to a small cabinet in the corner, where most of her Woodcraft material was kept.

Taking out a small shallow pan and an earthen bowl, the Guide displayed a squirrel's nest and some wild-wood material in the pan. "I brought this from the farm for just such an occasion," said she, smiling, as she placed the earthen bowl on a bread-board and handed the pan to Hilda, thus silently authorising her to help make fire for that Council.

"Does the bread-board signify anything?" laughed Jane, the tease of the group.

"Not having the logs or imitation fire-place for the centre of the Council Ring, I thought the next best thing would be a square of wood upon which to stand the dish. Then too, the bread-board gave me a good idea which I will mention later," said the Guide.

While she explained, Miss Miller had gone to the cupboard for the rubbing sticks and the necessary block and fire-pan of wood. All being ready for the ceremony, Zan, who was Chief of the Band and Tribe, began.

The usual call to join in a Council was said and the girls sat down upon straw mats in a circle about the fire-board. Miss Miller proceeded to make fire with the rubbing sticks and as the faint spiral of smoke was seen to rise from the tiny heap of wood-powder, the Woodcrafters called "How!"

The smoke thickened and the pungent odour of balsam permeated the room.

When the spark hidden under the black dust ignited the dry tinder held close to it and a tiny fork of flame shot up, the girls exclaimed, "How!

How!" which is the Woodcraft sign of approval.

The fire was now placed in the earthen dish and as the wild-wood tinder, that was placed on top of the fire flared up, the dish was placed on the board.

"We will now sing the Omaha Tribal Prayer," continued the Chief, and the girls stood up to sing while the fire burned in the centre of their Council Ring.

Elena Marsh, the artistic member of the Band and the chosen Tally Keeper, now read the reports and mentioned a few items of interest that had occurred since leaving the Camp on the Bluff.

"Now we can hear the Guide's important plan," said Zan, who as Chief of the Tribe, was not compelled to ask permission to address the Council as all other members have to do.

"O Chief! Even as our Guide spoke of a plan, I had a wild idea flash through my mind and I wonder if it comes anywhere near to being Miss Miller's idea," said Jane.

"Share it with your brethren and if it isn't too wild to harness we may train it to do good service for us," said Zan.

"Well, you see, there's Nita and you and me-we all have goodly sized gra.s.s-places back of our houses. Why couldn't we raise some tents as long as the weather is good and camp out there at night?" said Jane exultantly, for she thought she had antic.i.p.ated the Guide's plan.

"That's all right, Jane, but maybe Hilda and Elena and Miss Miller wouldn't care to trot from their homes every night to sleep in our back yards," replied Zan, ludicrously as usual.

The others laughed at the picture outlined by her words, and Miss Miller added: "I think we have a more important problem than camps just now.

Let us decide about the new Band first and discuss the out-door sleeping question afterward."

"I thought you wanted us to settle the matter before the new members join us to-night?" returned Nita.

"So I do, but let us first find out who the new members will be, and then we can better judge whether they will accept this camping-out-doors idea," answered the Guide.