long time to get settled on that night. Some of the
scouts were about to experience their first camp sleep. They had to be
shown just how to arrange their blankets, and what to do about the
customary pillow upon which they wished to rest their heads.

Tom, Josh and Rob Shaefer, having been through the mill before,
explained these things. They even helped the tenderfeet fill with
hemlock browse the little cotton bag, which had possibly once held
flour, and which each scout had been advised to carry along in his
pack.

"They'll be worth their weight in gold many times on the trip," said
Tom, when even Mr. Witherspoon stood listening with interest, for he
had not as yet learned everything, he was free to confess.

"But do we have to carry them along with us like that?" asked Horace as
he held up the rather bulky object he had made of his cotton slip.

"Certainly not," he was informed; "you empty it before breaking camp,
and in the evening fill it again. Plenty of hemlock or spruce handy,
whenever you choose to stretch out your hand and pluck it."

"You must show me about all these things," Billy Button remarked. "To
tell the truth I don't know the difference between balsam, fir, spruce,
hemlock, larch and some other trees I've heard you talking about."

"I'll begin to-morrow, and you'll find it simple enough," Tom promised
him.

After all the night really passed without any disturbance. Tom and Rob
managed to wake up a number of times, and getting quietly out of their
snug nests, they renewed the fire, thus keeping it going all through
the night.

Had any one been watching closely they probably would have seen a head
bob up occasionally, the owner take a cautious look around, and then
drop back again as though convinced that all was well, with no danger
of ferocious wild beasts raiding the camp.

These were the tenderfeet of the troop. They of course could not sleep
save in snatches, and the strangeness of their surroundings caused them
to feel more or less nervous. All they heard, however, was the barking
of Farmer Brush's watch dogs or some little woods animal complaining
because these two-legged intruders had disturbed the peace of their
homeland.

With the coming of dawn there was a stir in camp. Then one by one the
scouts crawled out from their blankets, all but two greenhorns.

"Let them sleep a while longer," said Mr. Witherspoon. "I fancy neither
of them passed a very comfortable night."

And at thi