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Boy Scouts Beyond The Seas

recently passed.

It was evident that the man had seen this herd going along and thought that if lie walked ahead of it the hoof-marks would tread out his own footmarks, and so they did.

But the cattle could not tell which way the man wanted to go, and presently they turned off his line and went down to the river to drink. Tiger had followed them all along, and at the point where the cattle turned the man’s footmarks were again to be seen going straight ahead.

Then they found the tracks were getting very fresh, any earth kicked up by them was still damper than the sun-heated grains of the surface, and the edges of the tracks were sharp, not having had time to get dry and rounded off by sun or wind.

So the pair of them went along very cautiously, keeping a sharp look-out. It was lucky they did so, for they suddenly came on the man hiding behind a bush with his pistol aiming at them. But the policeman was quicker than he, and before he could get his aim true the rifle rang out and the outlaw fell dead in his tracks.

Mr. Dowling tells also another story of how his native tracker followed up the trail of a white man who had got lost in waterless country till they found his dead body lying under a bush where apparently he had died of thirst.

Had the poor fellow ever learnt, as Boy Scouts do, about plants, he would have known that this very bush under which he died had water in at which might have quenched his thirst and so saved him.

It was a “needle-bush.” It has long thin yellow roots which, if cut into lengths of about two feet and stood up in a billy-can, let out a lot of watery juice which would keep a man alive for some time.

Also, although he had matches on him, he had not lit a smoke fire, which would probably have attracted the searchers who were out looking for him.

These are things that every Scout should remember. Farmer Scouts

In New South Wales there is a town called Richmond. Whenever I hear of a Richmond I want to go there because I have already visited so many. Richmond in Yorkshire; Richmond in Surrey; Richmond in Virginia, America; Richmond in Cape Colony, South Africa; Richmond in Natal, South Africa.

So I went to Richmond, New South Wales, and here I found a most interesting Farm School something like our Scouts’ Farm at Buckhurst Place, but on a much finer and bigger scale. Such a good one at is that pupils were there from England and South Africa as well as from all parts of Australia – coming many thousands of miles to get its splendid training.

They learn all the different kinds of farming on the most up-to-date lines, so that they can then go out, three or four of them together in partnership, take up a farm, and work at so as to make at pay.

They learn, of course, all about ploughing and sowing and harvesting their crops, stock rearing, dairying, fruit farming and preserving their fruits, poultry raising, and ostrich breeding.

This, except the last, is very much what they would learn in England, but a farmer, however good he may be at these things, is not likely to succeed in those out-of-the-way farms abroad unless he can also do his own repairs to waggons, ploughs, and harness, make his own horse clothing, shoe his horses, make his own beehives, drive his own motor-thrashing machines or pumps, and do all sorts of jobs which. the farmer in this country would never think of touching.

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