| OCR Text |
Show Log pile unwritten law of forest p.g. blab . By m.kci:i.i.a Would you believe someone stole our log pile while we were camping last week up at Granite Flat? I thought the unwritten law of the forest was that you did not steal someone else's log pile. If it is, someone broke that law and left us with nary a log. We had cut the logs early in the evening and had even taken some from the trailer that we had brought from home, just in case. We had built a nice fire and enjoyed en-joyed it until about 10 p.m. when we went to bed. We are not sure what time the theft occurred. It was afternoon af-ternoon of the next day before we got around to noticing that the logs were gone. Likely it was children that did not know the law of the forest, but they were gone anyway. Having an adequate log pile is very important to campers. When we take the Young Women to camp every summer, the most important job there is stocking an adequate wood pile. In fact, the stake leaders give an award to the best wood pile. We have won that award a great many times. The log pile must be stacked neatly, it must be very large (much larger than the girls ever believe can be used up), and it must be covered with something water proof in case of rain. It is hard enough to start a fire at would be nice. The pizza's were made up ahead of time and frozen. On the first day of camp they were thawed and the cooking attempt began. They were burned on the bottom, and the cheese didn't melt on top and everything else just laid there, but we ate them anyway. We didn't make pizza's after that, however. For years I was a Girl Scout. Girl Scouts always have a neat campfire program each evening at camp. They sing good camp songs and tell stories around the fire. All the good camp songs I know, practically came from that era. There was "Oh, You Can't Get to Heaven on Roller Skates," "Jesus Walked the Lonesome Valley," "Jacobs Ladder," "Down in the Valley," "Make New Friends but Keep The Old (one is silver and the other is gold)," "Lavender. Blue, Dilly Dilly," and, of course, "Each Campfire Light Anew (the flame of friendship true, the flame of having known you, will last my whole life through)." One from girl's camp that we will all remember is "I'm a Juvenile Delinguent." (I don't dare go home anymore. My mother hates me, don't dare go home anymore, my daddy beats me, don't dare go home anymore, and then there's Grandma swinging on the outhouse door, without her nightie, swinging on the outhouse door, and then there' Grandpa yelling "More, More More.") The most beautiful one from cam is the one we sing as a round "America" (America, Let us teii you how we feel. You have given m your treasures and we love you so ) ' When the girls get really bored then can sing "The Ants go Mar. ching one by one (hurrah, hurrah)" and "Ninety-nine bottles of beem the wall". But one of my very favorites k "Tell Me Why The Stars do Shine" (tell me why the ivy twines, tell me why the sky's so blue, and I will (ei you just why I love you. Because God made the stars to shine because God made the ivy twine' because God made the sky so blue because God made you that's why j love you.) The one that goes back the far. thest in my memory of singing i around campfires is "White Coral I Bells ( upon a slender stalk. Lillies o( - the Valley deck my garden walk. Oh don't you wish that you could here ' them ring. That will happen only when the fairies sing.)" " Alone, with just each other, my husband and I didn't sing around the n campfire up at Granite Flat last j week. I don't sing on key and he doesn't know the good songs. Or do i! Boy Scouts sing the same songs a around campfire's, too? 3 camp without having to worry about wet wood. What uses up a lot of wood at camp is the pit fire preparatory to cooking something nice and tasty all day in the pit. The girls have no idea what a tremendously hot fire must be going in that pit to get the rocks hot and the coals so that what ever goes into that pit will cook good. None of us know 'how to cook real well over a log fire. (Except for hotdogs and marshmallows, of course, which are usually black on one end and raw on the other.) I remember one year when the girls who planned the menu thought pizza |
