The Baden-Powell Scouts to the number of sixty have just returned froth Camp at Jessfield, where amid the surroundings of the "prettiest spot in Shanghai" the Troop has held the most successful camp in its history.
Days before the arrival of the main body, in fact while the snow lay on the ground, small pioneering party was busy preparing the "standing camp" for the big, rush of sturdy youngsters, who for the best part of s week filled the woods with cheery shouts of happiness and laughter.
To see the sconto at work or play in camp is to imbibe @ tonic to one's spirits which dispels the feelings of advancing years and makes one young again. Merry little backwoodsman in green were busy from "Reveille's" early call to regretful "Lights Out" plying axe and saw and the heartiest manner imaginable—doing real hard work—calculated to impart a plentiful crop of blisters and a wholesome backache for one's trouble. Camp fireplaces and trenches had to be dug, massive logs hewed to feed the hungry cooking fires, tents to be erected and trenched, and all day long the ring of steel and the in-yiting smell of camp kitchens blended fittingly with the merry ringing laughter through the sylvan glades of the "backwoods of Shanghai."
The camp was run on strict military lines. Orders for the day were typed out in camp and posted each day on the Troop notice board. A full schedule of work and play kept all hands busy and such punctuality characterized each day's routine as has never been seen before, it is no exaggeration to say that you could time your watch by the bugle.
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