The Scientific American Boy; Or, The Camp at Willow Clump Island

red sun peeping over the eastern hills witnessed an unaccustomed sight. Six greatly excited boys were running back and forth from the barn to

e Alarm

Reddy was quite an original chap. He had taken one of the borrowed roosters into his room the night before, and when, early in the morning, Mr. Chanticleer had mounted the footboard of

Off to th

p to th

low the Gobl

t Willow C

ng at a time and then each taking a mile ride as steersman in the boat. It was about noon when we arrived at Lumberville, and then we had to unload our boat before we could haul it out of the canal and down to the river. The river on the Jersey side of the island was so shallow that we waded across, pushing the boat ahead of us. The current was too swift to p

ng the Scow ove

ary Expl

our quarters when it rained. It was about time for Uncle Ed and Mr. Schreiner to appear with the rest of our luggage, so we did not have time to do much exploring, but sauntered southward along the shore, always on the look

e railroad bank looking for all the world like an Italian immigrant. We answered with a shout and scrambled back to the clearing. Th

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boy over the surroundings, and when we told him of the old bridge h

flooring to our tent. Then he built us a table out of four forked sticks, driven in

mall

rom his forehead, "I am as thirsty as a whale. Where do you

hat we used t

all," he cried. "You'll all have the

I brought some charcoal wit

layer of clean sand, and finally a layer of gravel. Each layer was about two inches thick. The pail was suspended from a branch in a cool place and proved an excellent filter, the water trickling out through the sponge being

following day. We had been up since four o'clock that morning and had done some pretty hard work; so,

rrel F

y we started out in two parties to sear

r barrels and a pailful of charcoal. The barrels were placed one on top of the other after cutting a large hole in the top of the lower barrel, and a smaller one in the bottom of the upper one. The latter opening was covered by an inverted saucer. Over this we spread a 3-inch layer of coarse sand, then a 2-inch layer o

"form in line there, and we

assing them up the line to Reddy, who emptied them into the upper barrel and then threw them back to Dutchy to be refilled. Working in this way i

Filling t

Klep

discussing plans for the future. But Dutchy's energetic nature would not permit him to keep quiet. He took the scow and waded with it against the strong current to the deeper and quieter water above the island. Then he rowed a long way up stream. He was gone all the afternoon. Supper time came and still he didn't appear. The sun was high, and I presume he didn't realize ho

cle Ed bethought hi

l," he declared, "so that any one within a m

d to be a Prasdnik, or saint's day, and the first thing in the morning I was awakened by a peculiar clacking sound which I couldn't make out. Calling my interpreter I found out from him that it

as to vary the monotony of the call. I found that the wooden klepalo could be heard for a distance of about one and a half miles over land, and the iron one for over two miles. Now w

long. A hole was drilled into the stick at the center, and by a rope passed through this hole the beam was suspended f