Tom Slade at Black Lake

Slade at Black Lake, by Percy
Keese Fitzhugh

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Title: Tom Slade at Black Lake
Author: Percy Keese Fitzhugh
Illustrator: Howard L. Hastings
Release Date: July 30, 2006 [EBook #18943]
Language: English
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TOM SLADE AT BLACK LAKE
By PERCY KEESE FITZHUGH
Author of THE TOM SLADE AND THE ROY BLAKELEY BOOKS
Illustrated by HOWARD L. HASTINGS
Published with the approval of THE BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA
GROSSET & DUNLAP Publishers--New York
Made in the United States of America
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Copyright, 1920, by GROSSET & DUNLAP
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PREFACE.
Several persons have asked me when Tom Slade was ever going to
grow up and cease to be a Scout. The answer is that he is already grown
up and that he is never going to cease to be a Scout. Once a Scout,
always a Scout. To hear some people talk one would think that scouting
is like the measles; that you get over it and never have it any more.
Scouting is not a thing to play with, like a tin steam-engine, and then to
throw aside. If you once get caught in the net of scouting, you will
never disentangle yourself. A fellow may grow up and put on long
trousers and go and call on a girl and all that sort of thing, but if he was
a Scout, he will continue to be a Scout, and it will stick out all over him.
You'll find him back in the troop as assistant or scoutmaster or
something or other.
I think Tom Slade is a very good example. He left the troop to go and

work on a transport; he got into the motorcycle messenger service; he
became one of the greatest daredevils of the air; he came home quite
"grown up" as you would say, and knuckled down to be a big business
man.
Then, when it came to a show down, what did he do? He found out that
he was just a plain Scout, shouldered his axe, and went off and did a
big scout job all alone. So there you are.
I am sorry for those who would have him too old for scouting, and who
seem to think that a fellow can lay aside all he has learned in the woods
and in the handbook, the same as he can lay aside his short trousers. It
isn't as easy as all that.
Did you suppose that Tom Slade was going to get acquainted with
nature, with the woods and streams and trees, and make them his
friends, and then repudiate these friends?
Do you think that a Scout is a quitter?
Tom Slade was always a queer sort of duck, and goodness only knows
what he will do next. He may go to the North Pole for all I know. But
one thing you may be sure of; he is still a Scout of the Scouts, and if
you think he is too old to be a Scout, then how about Buffalo Bill?
The fact is that Tom is just beginning to reap the real harvest of
scouting. The best is yet to come, as Pee-wee Harris usually observes,
just before dessert is served at dinner. If it is any satisfaction to you to
know it, Tom is more of a Scout than at any time in his career, and
there is a better chance of his being struck by lightening than his
drifting away from the troop whose adventures you have followed with
his.
It is true that Tom has grown faster than his companions and found it
necessary to go to work while they are still at school. And this very
circumstance will enable us to see what scouting has done for him.
Indeed if I could not show you that, then all of those eight stores of his

adventures would have been told to little purpose. The chief matter of
interest about a trail is where it leads to. It may be an easy trail or a
hard trail, but the question is, where does it go to?
It would be a fine piece of business, I think, to leave Tom sitting on a
rock near the end