The male parents likewise were practically united in their objections.
One husband and father, whose name I shall purposely withhold, actually
sent me word he would swear out an injunction against me should I
undertake to dress his innocent offspring up as a monkey-on-a-stick--the
objectionable phraseology being his, not mine. In all charity I was
constrained to believe that this gentleman's nature was of a coarse
fibre. Had he, I asked myself dispassionately, had he no veneration for
the hallowed memories and customs of a great English institution of
learning? I was impelled to answer in the negative.
Thus time wore on until the beginning of the mid-year vacation drew near
apace. It was at this juncture that the idea of an organisation similar
in character to the Boy Scouts occurred to me. I decided to borrow the
plan, with certain modifications, confining the membership exclusively
to our best families.
Accordingly, on the first Saturday afternoon in the month of May I
called a chosen group of lads together and explained to them my purpose,
finding to my gratification that they welcomed it with the utmost
enthusiasm. Possibly my manner of setting forth the project of an outing
appealed to them even more than the project itself. I recall that, in
part, I spoke as follows:
"With me as your leader, your guide, your mentor, we shall go forth into
the open, to seek out the bosky dell; to pierce the wildwood tangle; to
penetrate the trackless wilderness. Our tents shall be spread alongside
the purling brook, hard by some larger body of water. There, in my
mind's eye, I see us as we practise archery and the use of the
singlestick, both noble sports and much favoured by the early Britons.
There we cull the flowers of the field and the forest glade, weaving
them into garlands, building them into nosegays. By kindness and
patience we tame the wild creatures. We learn to know the calls of the
wildwood warblers, which I am credibly informed are many and varied in
character; and by imitating those calls we charm the feathered minstrels
to leave their accustomed haunts on the sheltering bough and to come and
perch on our outstretched hands.
"We lave our limbs in the pellucid waters of the lake or large body of
water just referred to. We briskly project ourselves to and fro in a
swing of Nature's own contriving, namely, the tendrils of the wild
grapevine. We glean the coy berry from its hiding place beneath the
sheltering leafage. We entice from their native element the finny
denizens of the brawling stream and the murmuring brook. We go quickly
hither and yon. We throb with health and energy. We become bronzed and
hardy; our muscles harden to iron; our lungs expand freely and also
contract with the same freedom, thus fulfilling their natural function.
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