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"The Banner Boy Scouts Afloat" by George A. Warren is an adventurous young adult novel that follows the exploits of the Banner Boy Scouts as they embark on a thrilling aquatic adventure. The story revolves around a group of dedicated Boy Scouts who are always ready for new challenges and exciting expeditions. In this installment of their adventures, the Scouts set out on a journey afloat, navigating rivers and waterways. Along the way, they encounter a series of tests and trials that require teamwork, resourcefulness, and quick thinking to overcome. George A. Warren's storytelling captures the spirit of scouting, emphasizing important values such as leadership, friendship, and outdoor skills. The novel's blend of adventure, camaraderie, and problem-solving makes it an engaging read for young audiences. "The Banner Boy Scouts Afloat" is not just an action-packed adventure but also a story that promotes the principles of scouting, including preparedness, self-reliance, and community service. It encourages young readers to embrace the outdoors, work together as a team, and face challenges with determination.
The Banner Boy Scouts take a motor boat trip around the local lakes and rivers and investigate a haunted island.
CHAPTER I THE MYSTERIOUS BOXES "What are you limping for, Bobolink?" "Oh! shucks! I see there's no use trying to hide anything from your sharp eyes, Jack Stormways. Guess I just about walked my feet off today, goin' fishin' with our patrol leader, away over to the Radway River, and about six miles up." "Have any luck, Bobolink?" instantly demanded the third member of the group of three half-grown boys, who were passing after nightfall through some of the partly deserted streets on the outskirts of the thriving town of Stanhope; and whose name it might be stated was Tom Betts. "Well, I should say, yes. Between us we got seven fine bass, and a pickerel. By the way, I caught that pickerel; Paul, he looked after the bass end of the string, and like the bully chap he is divided with me;" and the boy who limped chuckled as he said this, showing that he could appreciate a joke, even when it was on himself. About everybody in town called him Bobolink; and what boy could do otherwise, seeing that his real name was Robert O. Link? As the trio of lads were all dressed in the khaki suits known all over the world nowadays as typifying Boy Scouts, it could be readily taken for granted that they belonged to the Stanhope Troop. Already were there three full patrols enlisted, and wearing uniforms; while a fourth was in process of forming. The ones already in the field were known as, first, the Red Fox, to which these three lads belonged; then the Gray Fox, and finally the Black Fox. But as they had about exhausted the color roster of the fox family, the chances were that the next patrol would have to start on a new line when casting about for a name that would stamp their identity, and serve as a totem. An efficient scout master had been secured in the person of a young man by the name of Mr. Gordon, who cheerfully accompanied the lads on their outings, and attended many of their meetings. But being a traveling salesman, Mr. Gordon often had to be away from home for weeks at a time. When these lapses occurred, his duties fell upon the shoulders of PaulMorrison, who not only filled the position of leader to the Red FoxPatrol, but being a first-class scout, had received his commission fromHeadquarters that entitled him to act as assistant scout master to thewhole troop during the absence of Mr. Gordon. "How did you like it up on the Radway?" continued the one who had made the first inquiry, Jack Stormways, whose father owned a lumber yard and planing mill just outside the limits of the town, which was really the goal of their present after-supper walk. "Great place, all right," replied Bobolink. "Paul kept calling my attention to all the things worth seeing. He seems to think a heap of the old Radway. For my part, I rather fancy our own tight little river, the Bushkill." "Well, d'ye know, that's one reason I asked how you liked it," Jack went on. "Paul seemed so much taken with that region over there, I've begun to get a notion in my head he's fixing a big surprise, and that perhaps at the meeting to-night he may spring it on us." "Tell me about that, will you?" exclaimed Bobolink, who was given to certain harmless slang ways whenever he became in the least excited, as at present....
Fiction for Juveniles regarding a group of Boy Scots. A fun read for every teenager.
Book Excerpt: odge behind that pile of lumber!" "Whew!" ejaculated Bobolink, showing the utmost interest, for excitement appealed to him. "Say, perhaps Hans has arrived ahead of the half hour," suggested Tom Betts. "No, it wasn't Hans, because I know him well, and he's a little runt of a Dutchman, but a fighter from the word go; and my father knows nobody's going to get away with those boxes of the professor while Hans and his musket, that was used in the Civil War, are on guard. That was a tall man, and he ran like he'd just heard us coming, and wanted to hide. I guess somebody else is curious about those boxes, besides Bobolink." CHAPTER II GLORIOUS NEWS "Look! there he goes scooting away over past that other pile of lumber!" said Tom Betts, pointing as he spoke; and both the others caught a glimpse of a dim figure that was bending over while hurrying away, as if anxious not to be seen. "Well, what d'ye think of Read More