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"That shows how much you know about scouting," he yelled; "the belt-axe is the emblem of the woods." "The which?, Westy said. "The emblem of the woods," he hollered at the top of his voice. "You have to have a belt-axe first of all. It's more important than the Handbook. It means woodcraft and and and all that sort of stuff!"
It's the sign of the scout! It's more important than the uniform." "He'd look nice going down Main Street with a belt-axe and no uniform," I said; "you're crazy on the subject of belt-axes. What's the matter, are you afraid Hindenberg is going to invade Bridgeboro? You should worry about a belt-axe. Wait till he's a tenderfoot."
Pee-wee was there and the first thing we knew he Was shouting that there wasn't any beltaxe. "We used all the money we had," Westy said "and it isn't worth while asking Mr. Bennett for any more, even if there's one or two things missing." Oh, jiminy, Pee-wee went up in the air. "Why didn't you get a belt-axe," he shouted; "don't you know a belt-axe is the most important thing of all?
He sings in the Methodist Church choir and they say he can throw his voice anywhere. I wish he'd throw it in the ash barrel, I know that. He always wears his belt-axe to troop meetings, in case the Germans should invade Bridgeboro, I suppose. He's the troop mascot and if you walk around him three times and ruffle up his beautiful curly hair, you can change your luck.
"Pee-wee's to blame in a way," Westy said, after a while; it's the belt-axe the poor kid was thinking about." "No, he isn't to blame, either," I said; "he didn't mean anything he didn't mean for Skinny to do anything like that." "He should have kept his mouth shut," Westy said. "Anyway," I said, "I'm not going to make that speech; I just can't. I'm not going to say anything to Skinny about it.
You're not a swamp-rat, you're a swamp-scout," I said. Then I was going to say more, only Skinny seemed as if he was going to fall and the doctor kind of seemed to want me to move away. Anyway, I went over and got Skinny's belt-axe to carry it home for him.
Pee-wee's all right only he's daffy about all the scout stuff that you see in the pictures and he always has his belt-axe dragging on his belt, even when he's home, as if he expected to chop down all the telegraph poles on Main Street. "You have belt-axes on the brain," Westy told him. "He's got them on the belt anyway," I said. "You ask Mr.
He was interested all right, but I could see how the belt-axe kind of had him, and I suppose it was because it was bright and shiny and a weapon, sort of. That's the way it is with lots of fellows when they start being scouts. We tried to get him to go in the house to supper with us and then go to the meeting, but he was kind of scared and wouldn't.
Ellsworth about it and see what he says," Ralph Warner said. "He'll tell you it's better for Skinny to wait till he can earn a little money and then buy a belt-axe. There's time enough." "Sure he would," I said, because I know just how Mr. Ellsworth feels about things like that.
"Has he been talking to you?" "Yes," he said. "Forget it," I told him! "If that kid had his picture taken he'd stand with his back to the camera so as to show his belt-axe. If he had the Gold Cross he'd pin it on the end of his nose so everybody'd see it. The principal thing to wear is the scout smile, you take it from me. When you see Mr.
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