e with us."
"I wish I could," replied Mr. Upton, smiling. "Suppose we eat dinner now so that you will be ready for them when they arrive."
Promptly at eight o'clock a big touring car drew up in front of the house, and Walter was down the steps before the two figures in the tonneau could disentangle themselves from the robes. Three voices mingled in a joyous shout, there was a swift clasping of hands in the Scout grip, and then the three boys started up the steps to the open door, where Mr. Upton stood waiting with outstretched hand.
"Welcome to our city, Pat!" he cried heartily.
"Thank you, sir. If everybody receives such a welcome as I have had it is no wonder that we cannot keep people in the woods."
Walter actually gaped open mouthed at Pat. There was not a trace of accent. Pat caught the look and his blue eyes twinkled. Suddenly he whirled and hit Upton a resounding whack between the shoulders with his open palm. "Did I not tell ye thot whin I got the leaves out av me ha
Very interesting take on the Scouts. It's a bit overbearing on how great Scouting can be, but I really enjoyed the wilderness lore put forth. Some of the dialect (especially Irish) at first is a bit much, but thankfully it's not always used. The book is pretty informative about trapping and camping as long as you know things have changed. For instance, rubbing a frostbitten body part with snow is now a big no-no, but 80 years ago it was a common treatment.
If you're big on animal rights, you'll really cringe when they explain trapping mink and fox, but it's a wilderness novel after all. Overall, I really enjoyed it and I'll be looking for the other books in this series.