The Boy Scouts of the Geological Survey

The Boy Scouts of the Geological
Survey

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Title: The Boy Scouts of the Geological Survey
Author: Robert Shaler
Release Date: July 19, 2004 [EBook #12945]
Language: English
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THE BOY SCOUTS OF THE GEOLOGICAL SURVEY
By Scout Master Robert Shaler

CONTENTS

CHAPTERS
I. The Golden Feather II. A Timely Suggestion III. The Combat on the

Cliff IV. A Night in the Woods V. Friends at the Farm VI. A Nocturnal
Visitor VII. Boy Scout Detectives VIII. The Surveying Squad IX.
Awaiting a Decision X. Camp Life XI. The New Project XII. An
Illustrious Example XIII. The Result of the Surveys

CHAPTER I
THE GOLDEN FEATHER
"This was a pretty fair catch, for a change," thought Ralph Kenyon, as
he tied the limp animal to his pack-saddle, and reset the trap, hoping
next time to catch the dead mink's larger mate. He ran a quick,
appraising eye over the load slung across Keno's broad back. "Pretty
good, eh, old boy?" he added aloud, stroking the velvety nose of his
dumb companion on many a solitary hunt. "Now, Keno, you hang
around, and browse on these young cottonwoods, while I do some
figuring. I want to see what I'm likely to get for this next shipment of
pelts."
The old horse, nothing loath, obeyed his young master's behest as
promptly as though he had fully understood the words. Meanwhile,
Ralph found a mossy spot on the shady side of a big gray,
lichen-covered boulder, and, seating himself thereon, with his back
comfortably adjusted to a depression in the rock, he drew a worn
account book from a pocket of his corduroy coat. Moistening his thumb
he began to turn the pages rapidly, until he came to the place where he
had made the last entry in his accounts. With a stubby pencil, which he
had taken from another pocket, he jotted down the new items:
"So far, one mink, six coon, three skunk, a gray fox, and seventeen
rabbit skins. All told it ought to bring---let me see." He relapsed into
silence, as he estimated the total, and then he sighed deeply. "Not very
much," was his inward comment; "not anywhere near enough!"
Ralph felt that it was high time that he brought to a close his season's
operations with trap and gun. The spring was unusually early this year,
and the fallow truck patches were fairly clamoring for his attention. Yet

he was reluctant to abandon his winter pursuit of pelts and to return to
the sterner and less thrilling labor of ploughing and planting and
peddling vegetables.
Not that he was averse to hard work---far from it! Ralph Kenyon was as
industrious, energetic, and sensible a young fellow as one would wish
to know; yet, being a very average, normal lad, and at that age when
love of freedom and adventure is foremost, he naturally preferred the
varied life of a huntsman and trapper---even though his field of activity
was not extensive---to the moiling occupation of a market gardener.
On the other hand, there were times when he thoroughly enjoyed the
labor of wresting a livelihood from the soil, and he took pride in raising
the choicest products that could be offered for sale. Such spells were
most frequent in midsummer, when all nature was in a placid mood for
growth; but in autumn and spring came livelier hopes and a stronger
call to this lad, and in his own way he set about accomplishing the chief
aim of his life, the great end to which these winter pursuits were but a
means.
After the death of his father, which had occurred less than a month after
his graduation from High School, Ralph had taken the responsibility of
the small farm upon his eighteen-year-old shoulders, bravely putting
aside his cherished plans for a course in the School of Mines until he
could save the necessary funds from his individual earnings. That was a
year ago. In the interval he had found an opportunity to study the
principles of surveying, and for two weeks he had acted as guide to a
party of university students doing research work in his native hills. For
this service he had been paid twenty-five dollars---which had been
promptly banked as a nucleus of his college fund.
How simple and easy it had seemed, earning his way through the