From a day crowded with work and organized recreation the toll ing impressions strike one most Sharp at 7 a.m. the musical notes of Reveille " rang out and the silent sleepy camp burst, as under the spell of a magic wand—into rosy-cheeked activity, as from each tent dashed " party of shouting merry youngsters bare to the waist, scurrying hither and thither over the frosty grass in an eager desire to indulge in that hardest and health-jest of ablutions—the morning's wash in camp. A bucket of cold water, a hasty parting of dishevelled lwir by the reflecting aid of anything from the pocket mirror of some miniature dandy to the more common makeshift of a polished and shining pork and bean tin, completes the morning's toilet, and a warming cup of hot coffee with a handful of ship's biscuits, sends the hungry scout away to a stiff ten minutes of physical drill from which he returns with a glow of pulsating energy—and feeling strong enough to "push a cab over" (as the. camp bard has it). A good foundation of porridge, two eggs, ham, bread and butter, jam and tea fortifies one for a hard morning's work, and sharp at 9 a.m. the troop is drawn up spick and span, even to clean boots (the Scoutmaster is a real "corker" on clean boots), and amid the crash of the General Salute the Country's flag is sent fluttering to the masthead, prayers are said, and the day's programme of work and play commenced.
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