Easy-to-follow advice for boys and girls on building campfires; packing, saddling, and mounting a horse; choosing a campsite, pitching a tent, cutting down a tree, chopping wood, and much more. 377 black-and-white illustrations.
When the "what-is-its" of Pithecantropus erectus age and other like hob-goblin men were moping around the rough sketch of an earth, there were no camp-fires; the only fire that these creatures knew was that which struck terror to their hearts when it was vomited forth from volcanic craters, or came crashing among them in the form of lightning. No wonder that the primitive men looked upon fire as a deity, no doubt an evil deity at first but one who later became good. When the vast fields of ice covered Europe during the glacier period and forced men to think or die, necessity developed a prehistoric Edison among the Neanderthal men, who discovered how to build and control a fire, thus saving his race from being frozen in the ice and kept on cold storage, like the hairy rhinoceros and elephant of Siberia. The fire of this forgotten and unknown glacier savage was the forerunner of our steam-heaters and kitchen ranges; in fact, without it we could have made no progress whatever, for not only the humble kitchen range, but the great factories and power-plants are all depending upon the discovery made by the shivering, teeth-chattering savage who was hopping around and trying to keep himself warm among the European glaciers. But we people of the camp-fires are more interested in primitive fires just as the Neanderthal men built them, thanwe are in the roaring furnaces of the steel works, the volcano blast furnaces, or any of the scientific, commercialized fires of factory and commerce.
Originally published a century ago, this engagingly written, charmingly illustrated camping guide forms an atmospheric reminder of a simpler time as well as a source of timeless advice on fishing, trapping, and outdoor life.
Each summer, millions of children complain, "There's nothing to do." Originally published in 1888, The American Boy's Handy Book resoundingly challenges this age-old dilemma by providing a huge number of ideas for fun and instructional projects for young boys. Everything from camping and kite building to raising dogs and building boats is detailed for the would-be adventurer and do-it your-selfer.
Each summer, millions of children complain, "There's nothing to do." Originally published in 1888, The American Boy's Handy Book resoundingly challenges this age-old dilemma by providing a huge number of ideas for fun and instructional projects for young boys. Everything from camping and kite building to raising dogs and building boats is detailed for the would-be adventurer and do-it your-selfer.
Originally published in 1890, The American Boys Handy Book is the ultimate collection of timeless boyhood activities. Written and illustrated by America's founding father of scouting, this book shows how to have fun while being constructive, creative and daring. The American Boys Handy Book is packed with tips, instructions, and illustrations fo...
First published nearly a century ago, this practical reference provides scouts and other lovers of the outdoors with an ever-useful guide to following trails and interpreting their surroundings.
This is the story of English Country Dance, from its 18th century roots in the English cities and countryside, to its transatlantic leap to the U.S. in the 20th century, told by not only a renowned historian but also a folk dancer, who has both immersed himself in the rich history of the folk tradition and rehearsed its steps. In City Folk, Daniel J. Walkowitz argues that the history of country and folk dancing in America is deeply intermeshed with that of political liberalism and the ‘old left.’ He situates folk dancing within surprisingly diverse contexts, from progressive era reform, and playground and school movements, to the changes in consumer culture, and the project of a modernizing, cosmopolitan middle class society. Tracing the spread of folk dancing, with particular emphases on English Country Dance, International Folk Dance, and Contra, Walkowitz connects the history of folk dance to social and international political influences in America. Through archival research, oral histories, and ethnography of dance communities, City Folk allows dancers and dancing bodies to speak. From the norms of the first half of the century, marked strongly by Anglo-Saxon traditions, to the Cold War nationalism of the post-war era, and finally on to the counterculture movements of the 1970s, City Folk injects the riveting history of folk dance in the middle of the story of modern America.
It is now over thirty years since the writer was first initiated into the delights of a boys’ club-house in the tree-tops, and it happened in this way: The war of the Rebellion was over; for four years the fathers, big brothers, teachers, and policemen of the border States had had so much serious fighting on their own hands that little or no attention was paid to the growing generation of boys, and they were left to fight their own battles in their own way. For four eventful years these boys were under practically no other restraint than the little their poor half-distracted mothers could enforce. The boys, however, did not appear to miss the discipline, nor desire it, and, as far as their physical health was concerned, they throve and developed into lusty lads, though many of them recognized no law but that of physical force. Gangs of young toughs, under the leadership of local bullies, frequented the play-grounds and roamed along the river-fronts, where they hunted down, pillaged, and beat every unprotected lad they could catch out of sight of his own home. In spite of the fact that the river-fronts were the favorite resorts of the lawless element, those places presented so many attractions to the juvenile mind that they were the popular play-grounds of all the boys living within reach of their muddy banks and turbid waters. About this time three boys of a Kentucky town, who were devoted to boating and bathing, put their curly heads together to devise a plan by which they might enjoy their favorite pastimes, and at the same time secure a safe place of refuge where they could hide when the enemy approached in numbers too strong for the three boys to resist. After many conferences, and references to “Robinson Crusoe,” “Swiss Family Robinson,” “The Coral Islands,” and other undoubted authorities, they decided to build an underground house, and armed with spades and shovels, they immediately began work right in the heart of the enemy’s country. They worked, as only boys can when they think their work is fun, and soon excavated a great hole in the river-bank. Not far off were the remains of a flat-boat, and to the heavy pieces of timber the boys harnessed themselves and hauled the lumber over the top of their cave to serve for a roof. With spade and shovel they carefully concealed the timber by a thick layer of earth, leaving only a square hole with a trap-door as an entrance and exit. The dirt was then smoothed down, and drift-wood, dried weeds, and other rubbish scattered over in such a manner that no one, without careful inspection, would suspect that the bank had been tampered with. But the enemy was alert, and spies had been stealthily watching the work progress, and patiently waiting the completion of the secret hiding-place. No sooner was the last handful of rubbish strewn over the roof than, with wild yells and whoops of delight, the “River Rats” charged upon the surprised workers. “Big Red” Resmere in the lead, with “Squinty” Quinn and “Spotty,” the freckled-face, close behind, while the rear was brought up with a rabble of less noted characters, who more than made up for their own lack of courage by their terror-inspiring yells. It was too formidable a crowd for the three cave-diggers to parley with, so they ingloriously fled up the bank, leaving the product of their hard work in the hands of the despoilers.
It was a terrible shock to me (said the Scoutmaster as he fingered a beaded buckskin bag). Old Blink Broosmore was responsible. It was a malicious thing for him to do. He meant it to be mean, too,—wanted to hurt me,—to wound my feelings and make me ashamed. And all because he nursed a grudge against dad—I mean Mr. Crawford. It started because of that defective spark-plug in the engine of the roadster. Strange what a tiny thing such as a crack in a porcelain jacket around an old spark-plug can do in the way of changing the course of a fellow’s whole life. My last period in the afternoon at high school was a study period and I cut it because I had several things to do down town. I hurried home and took the roadster, and on my way out mother—I mean Mrs. Crawford—gave me an armful of books to return to the library and a list of errands she wanted me to do. While motoring down town I noticed that one cylinder was missing occasionally and I told myself I would change that spark-plug as soon as I got home. I made all the stops I had planned and even drove around to the church because I wanted to look in at the parish house where some of my scouts (I was the assistant scoutmaster of Troop 6, of Marlborough) were putting up decorations for the very first Fathers and Sons dinner ever given which we were to have on Washington’s birthday. That was in 1911. As I was leaving I looked at my new wrist watch and discovered that it was a quarter of five. “Just in time to catch dad and drive him home from the office,” I said to myself, for I knew that he left the office of his big paper-mill down at the docks at five o’clock. I jumped into the car and bowled along down Spring Street and the Front Street hill and arrived at the mill office at exactly five. Dad wasn’t in sight so I decided to turn around and wait for him at the curb. That is how the trouble started. I got part way around on the hill when that cylinder began missing a lot and next thing I knew the motor stalled and there was I with my car crosswise on the hill, blocking traffic—and traffic is heavy on Front Street hill about five o’clock, because all the mills are rushing their trucks down to the piers with the last loads of merchandise before the down-river boats leave, at six o’clock. In about two minutes I was holding up a line of trucks a block long and those drivers were saying a lot of things that were not very complimentary to me and not printed in Sunday-school papers. And old Blink Broosmore was right up at the head of the line with a truck load of cases from the box factory and the look on his face was about as ugly as a mud turtle’s. Then, to make matters worse, my starter wouldn’t work at the critical moment, and I had to get out to crank the engine. What a howl of indignation went up from those stalled truck drivers! I felt like a bad two-cent piece in a drawer full of five-dollar gold pieces. Guess my face was red behind my ears.
The Masonic Tour Guide has returned! This volume features incredible Masonic events held every year that no Freemason should miss, reveals never before-seen details on records that our fraternity has set, and provides exclusive information on the programs available to our members to develop, improve and lead The Craft. No resource to date has provided this level of detail on the sights and services of Freemasonry! Readers of the Masonic Tour Guide will discover the answer to even more of the fraternity's greatest questions: - Where are the world's largest square and compasses? (Page 44) - What is a "Socrates Cafe" and how can I start one in my lodge? (Page 66) - Which beautiful Masonic temple can I explore from my couch? (Page 42) - How can I improve myself in Masonry? (Pages 55-75) - When were the most degrees ever conferred? (Page 47) - Who presents an award for entertaining widows and orphans? (Page 13)
This spectacular photographic history traces the parallel development of two two contiguous towns in southern Connecticut: Redding and Easton. Both towns were originally part of the Colonial town of Fairfield and developed as marginal farming communities. Both towns experienced an incipient industrial revolution, which never matured, and both later became retreats for summer visitors and prominent literary figures. In the years after World War II, the two towns evolved into suburban communities. Today, they share not only a common history but also a regional high school. Redding and Easton highlights each period in the development of the two towns. The book emphasizes Georgetown, which continued to be an industrial enclave long after other industry in the town died out. It devotes a chapter to literary figures, such as Mark Twain, Edna Ferber, and Ida Tarbell, who migrated to these rural towns at the end of the nineteenth century and gave them the image of a rural literary retreat. Redding and Easton recognizes the prominent citizens who created a summer colony that attracted the rich and famous from all over the Northeast. The book also stresses the everyday events and special occasions that marked the nature of these towns in the twentieth century.
This book is the third in the series, and it follows both Kiss Your Elbow – A Kentucky Memoir, about growing up during the 1940s and 50s,’and its sequel, Changing the Sheets – A Kentucky Memoir, is my story as a representative of the Silent Generation, and how we found our voice. This book is a “Companion Book” to my second book, Changing the Sheets – A Kentucky Memoir. This book begins with my hard-won freedom, as a divorced woman, by starting my new life in the Highlands area of Louisville – the neighborhood of my dreams. Many women were striking out on their own, at this time. I was eager to join them. As the generation that took women out of the home and into the workplace, our Silent Generation needed more skills in setting boundaries, and taking up for ourselves. We were used to being told, “It’s not ‘Lady-like,’ to speak ‘out of turn.” Many challenges were part of my journey, but there was a lot of fun and adventure, too. The time period shown in this book follows the caustic, 1960s, and moves beyond. As you read, you will hopefully recall some good memories of your own. Nostalgia is powerful!
Originally published a century ago, this engagingly written, charmingly illustrated camping guide forms an atmospheric reminder of a simpler time as well as a source of timeless advice on fishing, trapping, and outdoor life.
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