The Wolf Patrol: A Tale of Baden-Powell's Boy ScoutsFinnemore, John
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The Wolf Patrol: A Tale of Baden-Powell's Boy Scouts
Finnemore, John
Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction; Boy Scouts -- Juvenile fiction
'Not particularly,' he said.
'Why not ride along o' me? It ain't fast, but it's as easy as
anythin'.'
Now, neither scout would have confessed it to the other for worlds, but
each of them was feeling the three days' tramp a little; and besides,
the idea of gliding along the river-like canal on the barge, which was
very clean and gaily painted, was rather fascinating.
'You're very kind,' said Dick, and glanced at his comrade.
'I'd like it prime,' murmured Chippy.
'Jump on,' said the stout lady; and the scouts were aboard in an
instant.
Dick was less familiar with a barge than Chippy, and he inspected with
the deepest interest the snug, neat little cabin, as bright and clean
as a new pin, with its little stove, its narrow seats, its shelves, and
cupboards, with everything stowed away in shipshape fashion, the whole
place reminding him of a room in a big doll's house.
Chippy complimented the lady of the barge on the smartness of her ship.
'We keep it as tidy as we know 'ow,' she replied. 'Me an' my 'usband
we niver tek' dirty loads--coals, or anythin' like that. Crockery an'
earthenware we got under the canvas now'--and she nodded
forward--'that's the sort o' load for us. Queer thing the ole horse
broke loose this arternoon when I'm by myself, which don't often
happen. My man he's gone on to Newminster, an' there we'll stop
to-night.' Then she gave her attention to steering the barge round a
bend, while the old horse plodded along the bank as meekly as if
thoughts of running away could never enter his head.
In a quiet bend of the waterway the bargewoman roared 'Wo!' and the
white horse pulled up at once and whickered.
'Time for 'is nosebag,' she said, 'an' 'e knows it very well. An'
we'll have a cup o' tea. I allus pull up for that, an' tek' it quiet
an' comfortable, wi'out havin' to bother about steerin'.'
She fished out a tin bucket already filled with chaff, and proceeded to
climb ashore and hang it round the horse's head.
'Tea for three,' murmured the Raven. 'More grub;' and Dick smiled.
The meal was a very cheerful little affair. The scouts sat on the roof
of the cabin in the sunshine, with their cups beside them, and their
hostess spread butter liberally on the slices of a large cottage loaf,
and encouraged them to eat heartily, and set them a first-rate example
herself.
Over the teacups they chatted freely, and the boys explained their
movements. Among other things, they narrated their adventure of a few
hours ago with the tramps, and the bargewoman was very indignant.
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