you to call.

Respectfully,
HARRY C. DONNELLE,

In charge of Boy Scouts en route.
Silver Fox Patrol, Bridgeboro,
New Jersey. Stopping on farm
of Mr. Silas Hasbrook, Bently
Centre, N. Y.

After a little while the fellows came back with our stuff and we put up
our tent between a couple of trees in Mr. Hasbrook's orchard. He said we
could camp in the house if we wanted, but how can anybody camp in a house,
I'd like to know? You might as well talk about going swimming in a bath
tub. No siree, the orchard for us. Mr. Hasbrook said we could eat all the
apples we wanted to, but we didn't eat many. I ate five-that isn't very
many.

We gathered some sticks and started a campfire and I made coffee and
flapjacks and scrambled eggs with egg powder. Mr. Hasbrook's daughter
brought us out some pie and _um, um,_ wasn't it good! Oh boy, it was nice
sprawling around there. But anyway, we turned in early--one o'clock in the
morning is early. You couldn't turn in much earlier or it would be the
night before. I guess we wouldn't have turned in then, except that Dorry
had to roll out at about six, so as to catch the train down to Kingston.

Harry Donnelle said, "I suppose Mr. Rinaldo Costello will send a mammoth,
astounding, bewildering, astonishing, amazing, stupefying, extraordinary,
remarkable, dazzling, baffling, cavalcade after Marshal Foch, as soon as
he gets our staggering, unbelievable, incredible letter."

We were all of us just sprawling around the fire and Harry was sitting on
a little three legged milking stool and kind of guying Costello's mammoth
show, in that funny way he had, and saying that Mr. Costello would
probably say I was a matchless, intrepid, dauntless, fearless hero and
adventurer, when all of a sudden that word adventurer put a thought into
my head.

I said, "When it comes to being a dauntless, fearless adventurer, I guess
nobody has anything on you, that's one thing sure."

"Oh, I've had a few games of basketball," he said.

"I bet you've been to lots of places," I told him.

He said, "Well, I've attended one or two pink teas and strawberry
festivals. Once I was usher at a concert in an Old Ladies' Home. The
wildest time I ever had was umpiring a game of checkers."

"You didn't win that Distinguished Service Cross umpiring a game of
checkers,