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 Boy Scouts in the White Mountains

CHAPTER I

Nobody who had seen Art Bruce in a scout suit would ever have recognized him in his present costume. He had on black silk knee-breeches. On his low shoes were sewed two enormous buckles, cut out of pasteboard, with tinfoil from a paper of sweet chocolate pasted over them to make them look like silver. Instead of a shirt, he wore a woman's white waist, with a lot of lace in front, which stood out, stiff with starch. His jacket was of black velvet. Instead of a collar, he wore a black handkerchief wrapped around like an old-fashioned neck-cloth, the kind you see in pictures of George Washington's time. On his head was a wig, powered white, with a queue hanging down behind. As he came out of the boys' dressing room into the school auditorium Peanut Morrison emitted a wild whoop.

"Gee, look at Art!" he cried. "He thinks he's