The Boy Scout Camera Club, or, the Confession of a Photograph

G. Harvey (George Harvey) Ralphson

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The Boy Scout Camera Club
or
The Confession of a Photograph
ByScout 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 PIEXII 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 PHOTOGRAPHThe Boy Scout Camera Club
or
The Confession of a PhotographCHAPTER 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, andhe 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 themountains!" 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 corridorwhich 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.