The Girl Scouts at Camp Comalong; Or, Peg of Tamarack Hills

How things had changed! The new day stood out independent of its past and future. Peg had actually spent the night in the Bobbies' camp, and her treasure was now hidden in their...

The girls were deliciously excited. Uncovering the mystery of Peg's cabin lent no end of possibilities, not the least of which was the hope of having this girl of the hills unit...

Getting the mail for Camp Comalong was one of the duties that brought joy to the Scouts, for each morning, tent obligations attended to and before the hike, swim or other schedu...

As someone had said events were crowding at camp, and it now seemed difficult to keep schedule and not break the "rest rule." This last obligated the director to see that the gi...

It was Corene's idea. She had just returned from a glorious two weeks spent in a real Girl Scouts' Camp, and the brief time acted like a whiff of something good, and it tasted l...

"Shag is an early riser," said Peg, trying to untangle herself from the things that held her on the rim of a cot. "He wants to run off and see what's going on outdoors." She pat...

Daylight showed what havoc the storm had wrought. The lake front was strewn with craft washed in by the swelled waters; there were sailboats bottom side up, canvas carried from...

"I hope she likes my cake. I left it under a turned upside box, put a couple of big stones on it and told Shag not to let anyone touch it," Grace explained.

"Yes. I joined in Pittsburg. But when I found myself sort of buried in this mineral work it would be useless for me to talk or even think of Scouting. That was why I didn't ment...

Sightseeing was forgotten now and general interest centered on Peg and her Aunt Carrie. This lady, as usual, was delighted to meet the Scouts, and talked freely to Miss Mackin o...

When the girls went down to the lake with Mackey that evening, they were, somehow, a source of curiosity to those friends not members of the charmed circle of Scouts. To be away...

Summer was at its height now, and so popular had the camp idea become that friend after friend just called, or paid visits to the Bobolinks, who in turn were as generous with en...

"The boys!" she exclaimed. "There they go scamping off. Just gave us our first call, to tease, of course. Well, I'm glad something got Benny up. I wouldn't wonder if the bugler...

Between settling the camp and agreeing with one another on details, the "Bobbies" were a busy little band for days after the canvas had been stretched and the ropes pegged down....

"Let's all help with supper," suggested Louise, who was off duty on the K. P. (Kitchen Police) for that day. "Then we can all go down to the dock and see the excursion boat go o...

It was dawn on Lake Hocomo, and the sun that disappeared behind the hills last night after spilling his colorful paint-pots into the surprised waters, tried to make amends now b...

If they agreed with her no one said so, for the tent flapped and flapped and tried its best to follow the dare of that wind, until it seemed surely something must give way.

Into Lake Hocomo a setting sun was emptying its paint pots of every color left over from the day's journey around the world, or the world's journey around the sun; spilling out...

"We'll pick you up and your tin pans on our way out this afternoon," replied Grace, quite breathless from the excitement. "And I've got to press out my uniform for the celebrati...

The intruders were almost upon them and the order Louise gave seemed entirely uncalled for. Everyone looked! In fact they stared at the two conspicuous blondes, who were recogni...

"And so the mystery of the 'Pocket In Black Rock' was finally cleared up," ended the story teller, as the big smoldering log fell into the blaze and sent up a "fire-works" of sp...

Just to show that grown folks, when they are home-grown, appreciate children's aspirations and often delight in promoting them, the equipment for Camp Comalong when it "camalong...