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The Boy Scout’s Forest-Book 
By Robson Black . 
Here’s for an excursion to the forest! 
A new sort of excursion this time—no hauling 
water up hill or driving tent pegs or striking camp. 
Any boy is eligible, in or out of uniform. The only 
stopping-places allowed are the pictures, but out¬ 
side of that one rule, the Scout is free to pursue his 
way independent of fellow troopers or his officers. 
This trip to the forest follows a brand new path. 
You know the old way of hiking—take the main 
road north of the town, turn to the left at the second 
concession and up the cow path, other side of the 
farmhouse, until you see the maple woods. This 
time we hike with winged feet over whole provinces. 
Now we are in British Columbia stalking like 
pygmies through the marvellous Douglas Fir and 
Cedars, now in the dense Spruce forests of Quebec, 
this moment looking down upon an Ontario paper 
mill, and in the twinkling of an eye taking a snap 
shot of a New Brunswick waterfall. 
The Boy Scout is the natural friend and ally of 
the Forest. He has none of the old-fashioned terror 
of it, because he has penetrated its long and beauti¬ 
ful lanes and knows how extremely kind and gen¬ 
erous it is, how it has befriended him in the hot 
summer days, how it has given him shelter from 
storms, provided him with the fun of fishing and 
hunting, and asked hardly one favor in return. 
Some man who makes his living twisting out 
facts and figures said that without the Tin Can, 
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