Identifier: boyscoutsonbelgi00pays (find matches)
Title: The boy scouts on Belgian battlefields
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Payson, Howard, 1879-1917
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Publisher: New York, Hurst & Company
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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THE BOY SCOUTS Now, by leaning down here, I think I canreach you with this coat, he proceeded to ex-plain. If I had a rope, it would be much easier,for with a loop I could make a sure thing of it.But half a loaf is better than no bread, theysay/ Of course it is, Rob, agreed Tubby, who wasin no position to quarrel with any measures thatwere taken for his relief. But what can I dowith the coat when it comes down to me ? I dontfeel that cold, you know. Im going to keep hold of one end, Tubby,Rob explained quietly, in a way to convince theimperiled scout that everything was working asarranged, and that he need not worry. Withjust one hand you get a good grip of the endthats near you; then start in to try and climb,using your clasped legs the best you know how.And dont get discouraged if you only come up jan inch or so at a time. When youre withinreach Merritt will hang down and lend a hand, ; too. All of which was undoubtedly very cheering toiTubby. N This thing of having stanch comrades
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He immediately took a firm grip—and commenced towriggle the best he knew how.—Page 247. ON BELGIAN BATTLEFIELDS 247 in times of distress was, he had always believed,one of the best parts of the scout brotherhood. He immediately took a firm grip of the dan-gling coat-sleeve, and commenced to wriggle thebest he knew how. Tm making it, Rob; sure I am! he presentlyannounced. That time I slid up as much as sixinches. It was a bully hunch, that coat racket ofyours. Keep her going, Rob, and Til get thereyet. Never give up—thats my motto, you know.I may get in lots of scrapes, but somehow I al-ways do manage to crawl out, dont I? Save your breath, Tubby, for your work;dont chatter so much, Rob told him. Merritt was ready to do his part. He hadclasped a leg about the girder to help hold him,and was leaning as far down as possible. Pres-ently the grunting fat chum reached a placewhere he could be taken hold of, and so Merrittfastened a hand in his coat back of his neck. Here you come, Tub

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