Roy Blakeley's Adventures in Camp   By: Percy Keese Fitzhugh (1876-1950)

BY

PERCY KEESE FITZHUGH

AUTHOR OF ROY BLAKELY, TOM SLADE, BOY SCOUT, TOM SLADE AT TEMPLE CAMP, TOM SLADE WITH THE COLORS, ETC.

ILLUSTRATED BY HOWARD L. HASTINGS

1920

TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I. TELLS YOU HOW WE GOT STARTED

II. TELLS YOU HOW I HAD A VISITOR

III. TELLS HOW I MADE A PROMISE

IV. TELLS ABOUT THE PAPER I FOUND

V. TELLS ABOUT SKINNY'S MERIT BADGE

VI. TELLS HOW SKINNY AND I GOT TOGETHER

VII. TELLS ABOUT MY MERIT BADGE

VIII. TELLS ABOUT OUR TRIP UP THE HUDSON

IX. TELLS ABOUT SKINNY'S SWIMMING LESSON

X. TELLS ABOUT SKINNY AND THE ELKS

XI. TELLS YOU HOW TO GET TO TEMPLE CAMP

XII. TELLS ALL ABOUT OUR ROW ON BLACK LAKE

XIII. TELLS ABOUT THE STRANGE CAMPERS

XIV. TELLS ABOUT THE STORM ON BLACK LAKE

XV. TELLS ABOUT AN ACCIDENT

XVI. TELLS ABOUT SKINNY'S ABSENCE

XVII. TELLS ABOUT CAMP FIRE AND SKINNY

XVIII. TELLS ABOUT MY TALK WITH BERT WINTON

XIX. TELLS ABOUT A VISIT FROM ACROSS THE LAKE

XX. TELLS ABOUT THE LOSS OF SOME MONEY

XXI. TELLS ABOUT MY TALK WITH MR. ELLSWORTH

XXII. TELLS ABOUT HOW I VISITED THE OHIO TROOP CABIN

XXIII. TELLS ABOUT HOW I DID A GOOD TURN

XXIV. TELLS ABOUT HOW I TOLD A SECRET

XXV. TELLS ABOUT THE LETTER WE WROTE

XXVI. TELLS ABOUT GEOGRAPHY AND ALL THAT KIND OF STUFF

XXVII. TELLS ABOUT HOW WE TRIED TO STOP IT RAINING

XXVIII. TELLS ABOUT HOW DAME NATURE CHANGED HER MIND

XXIX. TELLS ABOUT HOW WE LOOKED INTO THE PIT

XXX. TELLS ABOUT HOW TIGERS LEAP

XXXI. TELLS ABOUT THE OLD PASSAGEWAY

XXXII. TELLS ABOUT WHAT I DISCOVERED IN REBEL'S CAVE

XXXIII. TELLS ABOUT HOW WESTY AND I WAITED

XXXIV. TELLS ABOUT THE STRANGE FIGURE

XXXV. TELLS ABOUT A NEW CAMP

XXXVI. TELLS ABOUT WHAT BERT TOLD ME

XXXVII. TELLS ABOUT HOW I VISITED CAMP McCORD

XXXVIII. TELLS ABOUT THE SCOUT PACE

XXXIX. TELLS ABOUT HOW CAMP McCORD DIDN'T STRIKE ITS COLORS

CHAPTER I

TELLS YOU HOW WE GOT STARTED

Maybe you fellows will remember about how I was telling you that our troop had a house boat that was loaned to us for the summer, by a man that lives out our way. He said we could fix it up and use it to go to Temple Camp in. It was a peach of a boat and took the hills fine that's what we said just to jolly Pee wee Harris, who is in our troop. He's awfully easy to jolly, but he doesn't stay mad long, that's one good thing about him.

But one trouble, that boat didn't have any power, and it wouldn't even drift right on account of being almost square. Westy Martin said it was on the square, all right. He's a crazy kid, that fellow is. Anyway, the boat didn't have any power. Our scoutmaster, Mr. Ellsworth, said it didn't even have any will power. We couldn't even pole it.

When we first got it, it was way up a creek in the marshes and Mr. Donnelle (he's the man that owned it) took us there and showed it to us. Just as we were coming near it, a fellow jumped out of it and ran away through the marshes. We said he must be a tramp, because he was all ragged. Anyway, he acted as if he was scared, that was one sure thing.

"We should worry about him, anyway," I said; and Mr. Donnelle said he was gone and that was the end of him.

But, believe me, that wasn't the end of him. That was only the beginning of him. I didn't say anything more about him before, because I didn't know, but believe me, that fellow was what do you call it you know destined to cause a lot of trouble in our young lives. That sounds like a regular author, hey? Destined .