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There was one prize awarded at the sports which might come to any
boy. This was the "C. C." pin in silver. Those who won it were the
boys who had in their own way shown themselves to have got the
greatest good out of the camp, and who had done the most good to
others. The pins were not common; two or three, perhaps, were given
in a summer, and sometimes none at all. It is most difficult to define
the conditions under which the pin was given; it came as the result
of a unanimous feeling in the faculty that it had been won, rather
than as the result of rules obeyed. A conscious effort to win it was
enough to prevent success. The boy had to show the manliness,
justice, truth, conscientiousness in him, not for reward, but
because he had them in him; and then the reward, or rather the
recognition, came. Intrinsically these little pins are worth
nothing; but those who have them value them as they value few
things, and they are right.
The cruise which marked the end of the summer's camp life was one of
the most picturesque things imaginable. An ox-cart with four oxen
carried the blankets, dishes, and stores; Porgus, the great,
slobbering bloodhound, was fastened to the rear axle, the Infant--the
youngest boy in camp--mounted the donkey, and with faculty and boys on
foot, the camp set out. The routes taken during the nine cruises
included all the best known roads in the White Mountains. Generally,
those boys who wished to made up a separate party, and climbed some
one of the great peaks, while the rest confined themselves to lower
levels. At night they all slept in some barn. The routine work of the
cooks and crews went on as usual, and the whole thing was pick-nicking
on a grand scale. Sometimes the ox-cart would stall, or the oxen be
unable to haul it up a hill, and then the rope was fastened on, and
the whole camp toiled on and pulled. It was an experience to pass them
at this time, to listen to the orders of the strokes, to hear the
chaff flying back and forward, and to watch the crowd, all clad in
gray knickerbockers and jackets, gray stockings and flannel shirts,
and wearing the scarlet knit Scotch caps which completed the camp
uniform.
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