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Updated: May 25, 2025
The speaker was Dolly Ransom, a black-haired, mischievous Wood Gatherer of the Camp Fire Girls, a member of the Manasquan Camp Fire, the Guardian of which was Miss Eleanor Mercer, or Wanaka, as she was known in the ceremonial camp fires that were held each month.
But in the distance a pink glow, among a grove of trees, marked the real home of the Camp Fire. "I think the fire is more beautiful than anything else, almost," said the Guardian, as she looked at it and pointed it out to Bessie and Zara. "It means so much." "It looks like a welcome, Wanaka." "That's just what it is a real, hearty welcome.
It was Farmer Weeks! "Oh, that's Farmer Weeks!" she cried "He'll get them to give Zara to him, and he'll beat her and treat her terribly." Despairingly she made to run after the disappearing horse. But Wanaka checked her, gently. "We must be careful and slow," she said. "But we must do something, really we must, Miss Eleanor!" cried Bessie. "I must, I mean.
"Why, he's the meanest man in town, Wanaka! He really is everyone says so! None of the men would work for him in harvest time. They said he worked them to death and wouldn't give them enough to eat." "Yes, but why should he pick Zara up that way and carry her off?" "Because he wants to make her work for him.
About two days after his departure, F who had registered his name at the land office as the present tenant of 100,000 acres in the Lake Wanaka district, received a polite request from official quarters to pay up the annual rent, just due, amounting to 100 pounds or so.
That he'd find us through the Camp Fire Girls? He knows about them! If we go right back to them now, we may be walking right into his arms. Oh, how I wish I could get hold of Miss Eleanor of Wanaka!" They stared at one another in consternation. "I never thought of that, Bessie! Do you suppose he'd really go after the girls and look for us there?" "You could hear how mad he was, Zara.
Once ashore, Wanaka said a few words to other girls who were busy about the fire, and in less than a minute the savory odor of frying bacon and steaming coffee rose from the fire. Zara gave a little sigh of perfect content. "Oh, doesn't that smell good?" she said. Bessie smiled. "It certainly does, and it's going to taste even better than it smells," she answered, happily.
I'm sure he's done nothing wrong, and I'll talk to Wanaka, and see if there isn't something I can do or that she can do. I believe she can do anything if she makes up her mind she will." "Did she hear anything about him in Hedgeville?" "Only what we knew before, Zara, that they'd come for him and taken him to the city.
"We'll see that she doesn't have any trouble, Wanaka," said Margery Burton loyally. "She'll find that this Camp Fire can behave itself, all right!" "Thanks! I knew I could count on all of you," said Eleanor. "Now I'm going to send her a note by Andrew.
Forgotten was the danger that she would be discovered her fear of the man on the other side of the lake. Wanaka might not have seen, and there was no time to lose. The accident had occurred in the middle of the lake, and Bessie, rushing to the beach, pushed off a canoe and began to drive it toward the other canoe, floating quietly now, bottom up. The squall had passed already.
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