The Boy Scouts' First Camp Fire

Tara-tara! Loud and clear sounded the notes of a bugle blown by a very stout lad clad in a new suit of khaki; and who was one of a bunch of Boy Scouts tramping wearily along a dusty road. Good for you Bumpus! Can't he just make that horn talk though? cried one. Sounds as sweet as the church bell at home fellows! declared a second. Say Mr. Scout-Master does that mean a halt for grub? a third called out. Sure Giraffe. Brace up old fellow. You'll have your jaws working right soon now. And here's a dandy little spring right among the trees! How shady and cool it looks Thad.