>>> YOU ARE VIEWING A 200 LINE SAMPLE OF EBOOK# E06511 <<< TITLE: THE BOY SCOUT CAMERA CLUB AUTHOR: G. HARVEY RALPHSON EBOOK: E06511 (O'Briens Book Cellar) LANGUAGE: ENGLISH [Illustration: "Say" Cried Frank, "That's a child's face up there!"] The Boy Scout Camera Club or The Confession of a Photograph By Scout Master G. Harvey Ralphson CHAPTER I LOST: A FOREIGN PRINCE! II THE HOLE IN THE ATTIC FLOOR III WHAT THE BOX CONTAINED IV A CAMP IN THE MOUNTAIN V JIMMIE AND TEDDY MISS A MEAL VI SIGNALS IN THE CANYON VII A MINT IN THE MOUNTAINS VIII UNCLE IKE PRESENTS HIMSELF IX A LANK MULE AS A DECOY X "PACKED AWAY LIKE SARDINES" XI JACK'S ELEGANT CHICKEN PIE XII THE BLACK HAND GAME XIII THREE DAYS TO MOVE IN XIV POINTING OUT THE TRAIL XV A NIGHT ON THE SUMMIT XVI THE CALL OF THE PACK XVII JUST A LITTLE DARK WASH XVIII BRADLEY BECOMES INDIGNANT XIX NED PLAYS THE MIND-READER XX SHOOTING ON THE MOUNTAINSIDE XXI TOLD BY THE PICTURES XXII A RECRUIT FROM THE ENEMY XXIII RACING MOTORS ON THE WAY XXIV THE MAN-TRAP IS SET XXV THE CONFESSION OF A PHOTOGRAPH The Boy Scout Camera Club or The Confession of a Photograph CHAPTER I LOST: A FOREIGN PRINCE! "Two Black Bears!" "Two Wolves!" "Three Eagles!" "Five Moose!" "Quite a mixture of wild creatures to be found in a splendid clubroom in the city of New York!" exclaimed Ned Nestor, a handsome, muscular boy of seventeen. "How many of these denizens of the forests are ready to join the Boy Scout Camera Club?" "You may put my name down twice--in red ink!" shouted Jimmie McGraw, of the Wolf Patrol. "I wouldn't miss it to be president of the United States!" "One Wolf," Ned said, writing the name down. "Two Wolves!" cried Jimmie, red-headed, freckled of face and as active as a red squirrel, "two wolves! You're a Wolf yourself, Ned Nestor!" "Two Wolves, then!" laughed Ned. "Of course Jimmie and I can form a club all by ourselves, and he can be the officers and I can be the members, but we'd rather have a menagerie of large size, as we are going into the mountains of Virginia, West Virginia, North Carolina, Kentucky and Tennessee." The boys who had not yet spoken were on their feet in an instant, all clamoring for membership in the Boy Scout Camera Club. Ned lifted a hand for silence. "Why this present rush?" he asked. "I've been thinking that Jimmie and I would have to go to the mountains alone! Why this impetuosity?" "The mountains!" shouted Frank Shaw, of the Black Bear Patrol. "It is the mountains that get us! We've been thinking that the club you were organizing wouldn't get outside of little old New York, but would loaf around taking snap-shots of the slums and the trees in the parks. But when you mention mountains, why--" "I'm going right down stairs and pack my camera!" Jack Bosworth, of the Black Bear Patrol, declared. "When it comes to mountains!" The clubroom of the Black Bear Patrol was on the top floor of the handsome residence of Jack's father, who was a famous corporation lawyer, and the boys persuaded Jack to wait until they had completed the organization of the Camera Club before he started in packing for the journey to the mountains! "You'll want an Eagle, if you're going to the mountains!" shouted Teddy Green, of the Eagle Patrol. "I'll fly home and get my wardrobe right now!" Teddy Green was the son of a Harvard professor, and was inclined to follow in the footsteps of his father in the matter of learning-- after he had first climbed to all the high spots of the world and descended into all the low ones! He insisted on exploring the earth before he learned by rote what others had written about it! "All right!" Ned grinned. "We'll need an Eagle!" "And a Bull Moose!" yelled Oliver Yentsch, of the Moose Patrol. "You've got to have a Moose along with you!" Oliver was the son of a ship builder, and had a launch and a yacht of his own. He was liked by all his associates in spite of his tendency to grumble at trifles. However, if he complained at small things, he met large troubles with a smile on his bright face. He now seized Teddy about the waist and waltzed around the room with him. "And that's all!" Ned decided, closing the book. "We can't take more than six." A wail went up from the others, but they were promised a chance at the next "hike" into the hills, and soon departed, leaving the six members of the Camera Club to perfect arrangements for their departure. It was a warm May night, still Ned closed the door leading out into the wide corridor which ran through the house on that floor. "We can't afford to take others into our plans," he said, "for this is to be another Secret Service expedition." "For the Government?" demanded Frank Shaw. "Then," he added, without waiting for a reply, "I'll call up dad's editorial rooms and have a reporter sent up here. Top of column, first page, illustrated! That's our Camera Club in the morning newspaper!" Frank's father was owner and editor of one of the big New York dailies, and the boy always took along, on his trips, plenty of blank paper for "copy," but never sent in a line! His letters to his father's newspaper were usually addressed to the financial department, upon which he had permission to draw at will! "Huh!" Jimmie commented, wrinkling his freckled nose, "if you should ever furnish an item for your daddy's newspaper he'd never live it down! You've been on all our trips with Ned, and never wired in a word!" The Boy Scouts of the Black Bear and Wolf Patrols had been through many exciting experiences with Ned Nestor, who, young as he was, was often in the employ of the Secret Service department of the United States government. Frank, as Jimmie said, had been with Ned from the start, and had never sent in a line of "copy" for the paper. "I'm going to furnish a column a day this trip!" Frank declared, making a motion to seize Jimmie. "We're going to take pictures, aren't we? We'll take 'em by the acre, and dad's newspaper is going to catch every one of them." "Huh!" Jimmie declared, with a freckled nose in the air. "I'm a newspaper man, too. You needn't think you're the only cherry in the pie! I used to sell newspapers before I got into the Secret Service with Ned!" From his earliest years Jimmie had indeed been a newsboy on the Bowery. He had never had a home except that provided by himself, and this, in the early days of his life, had as often been a box or barrel in an alley as anything else. "Why the mountains?" asked Frank Shaw, presently. "Do you have to go <<< END OF SAMPLE... (THE FULL EBOOK HAS 269056 TOTAL CHARACTERS) >>>