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Beginning in the late 1800s, a group called the Stratemeyer Syndicate emerged as a publishing powerhouse in the then-burgeoning field of juvenile fiction. The Outdoor Chums series comprised some of the publisher's most popular titles. In this tale, the Chums set off for a fishing trip -- only to encounter a mysterious figure who throws their plans for outdoor fun off track.

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Publié par	The Floating Press
Date de parution	01 mai 2015
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781776589210
Langue	English

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THE OUTDOOR CHUMS AT CABIN POINT
OR, THE GOLDEN CUP MYSTERY
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CAPTAIN QUINCY ALLEN

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The Outdoor Chums at Cabin Point Or, The Golden Cup Mystery First published in 1916 Epub ISBN 978-1-77658-921-0 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77658-922-7 © 2014 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
Contents
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Chapter I - On the Way to Camp Chapter II - A Cool Customer Chapter III - Taking Possession Chapter IV - As Busy as Beavers Chapter V - A Call for Help Chapter VI - The Home of the Osprey Chapter VII - The Chained Door Chapter VIII - When the Flashlight Trap Worked Chapter IX - The Foraging Party Chapter X - Trespassers Chapter XI - In the Big Timber Chapter XII - Caught in the Storm Chapter XIII - Taking a Bee-Line for Camp Chapter XIV - The Return of the Voyagers Chapter XV - Days of Real Sport Chapter XVI - Showing Bluff and Jerry Chapter XVII - The Warning Chapter XVIII - The Accusation Chapter XIX - Repaying His Debt Chapter XX - Groping in the Dark Chapter XXI - An Unexpected Appeal Chapter XXII - First Aid to the Injured Chapter XXIII - A Light in the Window Chapter XXIV - The Mystery Solved Chapter XXV - Conclusion
Chapter I - On the Way to Camp
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"We're going into the woods light this time, it seems, boys."
"Remember, Bluff, we sent along most of our stuff, such as blanketsand grub, as also the cooking outfit, in charge of old Anthony, thestage driver."
"That's a fact, Will, and he was to leave it at the abandoned mineshaft, from which point we expect to make pack horses of ourselves."
"True for you, Jerry! And unless Frank here has made a mistake in hisreckoning we're due to reach that hole in the ground before anotherhour."
"How about that, Frank?"
"We'll fetch up there in less time than that I reckon, fellows. Totell you the truth, it can't be more than a mile away from here."
"Bully for that! And after we get over the peak of this rocky ridge weought to be on the down-grade most of the way."
When Jerry Wallington gave expression to his gratitude after thisfashion, two of his companions waved their hats as though he voicedtheir sentiments. One of these boys was Will Milton, and while he didnot seem to be quite as vigorous as his chums, still his active lifeduring the last two years had done much to build up his strength. Asfor Bluff Masters, any one could see from his looks that he had aconstitution of iron, while his face told of determination borderingon obstinacy. The fourth member of the little party tramping alongthis road leading over the ridge was Frank Langdon. He was a boy ofmany parts, able to take the lead in most matters, and looked up to byhis comrades.
All of them lived in the town of Centerville, where, on account oftheir love for the open and for camp life, they had become known asthe "Outdoor Chums." Fortune had indeed been kind to these four boys,and allowed them to enjoy opportunities for real sport that come theway of few lads.
They had first called themselves the "Rod, Gun and Camera Club,"because their activities in the woods partook of the nature of theseseveral branches of sport. Will was an ardent photographer, and hiswork had received high praise. Indeed, it was only recently that hehad captured a cash prize offered by a prominent newspaper for thebest collection of flashlight pictures of wild animals in their nativehaunts.
This had been accomplished only after the most persistent andlaborious efforts. It was carried out during a delightful trip, takenby the boys to the Maine country, where they met with some exceedinglyinteresting adventures, all of which were set down in the seventhvolume of this series, under the title of "The Outdoor Chums in theBig Woods; Or, The Rival Hunters of Lumber Run."
Those readers who have followed the fortunes of Frank and his threewide-awake comrades in previous stories have of course come to look onthem as old friends, and need no further introduction. As there may besome, however, who are now making their acquaintance for the firsttime it may be well to mention a few things connected with their past,as well as to explain why they were now bound for a new camping groundin a region they had never before visited.
Naturally, they knew every foot of country for many miles aroundCenterville. They had roamed over Oak Ridge and the Sunset Mountains,camped on Wildcat Island, situated in Camelot Lake, and scoured theregion roundabout.
More than this, wonderful opportunities had come to these boys tovisit distant parts of the States. On one occasion they had taken atrip South, going to the Gulf of Mexico. Another time it had been avisit to the Rocky Mountains where they hunted big game. Then, on ahouseboat belonging to an eccentric uncle of Will's, they voyaged downthe great Mississippi River to New Orleans, meeting with numerousadventures on the way.
When they returned home after their first year at college, of coursethe regular question came up immediately: "Where shall we go for thenext outing? because we must get into the woods somehow, and liveclose to Nature for a spell, to fish, and take pictures, and justforget all our troubles."
Many ideas were suggested, but it remained for Bluff Masters to bringup the most catching plan. By some means he had heard of a place agood many miles away from their home town where the big lake lay formany miles between the hills.
Here he had been told by one who knew that they would be apt to findthe seclusion they sought, since few people lived in that section ofcountry. Small game was plentiful enough to give Will all the fun hewanted in laying his traps, in order that raccoons and opossums andfoxes might be coaxed to snap off their own pictures.
Fishing ought to be good in the waters of the inland sea, and all ofthem professed to be ardent disciples of the hook and line. In fact,Bluff laid out such an alluring programme that he actually carried theothers by storm.
Accordingly, preparations were made to go to the distant lake. Frank,as was his habit, did everything in his power to pick up informationconcerning the lay of the land. He even made up a sort of map, basedon what he was able to learn, although frankly admitting that it mightprove faulty in many places. It was going to be one of his personaltasks to rectify these mistakes, and bring back an accurate chart ofthe whole district.
Besides being an ardent photographer, Will had taken up the study ofmedicine, as he anticipated some day being a physician. The boys werein the habit of calling him "Doctor Will" at times; and whenever therearose an occasion that called for his aid he was only too willing toapply his knowledge of the healing art.
Bluff Masters had perhaps been well named by his boy friends for hewas not only a frank sort of boy, but there were many times when justout of a desire to tease he would try to "bluff" those with whom hechanced to be arguing.
At the same time Bluff was a hearty boy, with plenty of good nature,and was a favorite with his companions. He and Jerry were both apt tobe a little boisterous, and to express their dislikes rather forcibly,but the others knew their little failings and paid small attention tothem as a rule.
As they mentioned in their chatter while they tramped along the roughup-hill road, they had found a chance to send most of their campoutfit ahead of them by the stage. It was to be left at the shaft ofthe old abandoned mine, which they had heard so much about, though ofcourse had never seen.
After reaching that point they expected to leave the road and plungedirectly into the woods, taking a short-cut for the big lake. Herethey had planned to search for an old cabin situated on a point thatstretched out into the beautiful bay, and which Frank believed mightserve them in lieu of a tent; indeed, trusting to the informationthey had received, they had not bothered to carry any canvas alongwith them on the trip.
"What if that old cabin proves to be a myth after all, Frank?" Bluffwas asking as they toiled along, with a wall of rock on one hand and adizzy precipice close on the other side.
"Perhaps we'll be sorry about leaving out that fine waterproof tent ofours," suggested Will, who did not like to "rough it" quite so much asdid the others.
"Shucks!" ejaculated Jerry, with fine scorn, "what's the matter withour building a shelter of logs, bark and driftwood on the shore of thelake, if the worst strikes us? It wouldn't be the first time we'd donesuch a thing either, eh, Frank?"
"I reckon we could do it without straining a point," the otherobserved quietly. "But don't borrow trouble, Bluff. Time enough tocross your bridges when you get to them. That old cabin stood therelast summer, I was told, and likely to hold out for a good many moreseasons unless some one should deliberately burn it down."
"Who would be apt to do such a silly thing as that, tell me?" demandedBluff.
"I don't think any one would," Frank hastened to reply; "but I've beentold there's a peculiar old hermit living on an estate not a greatway distant from Cabin Point. He is said to be a rich man, but seemsto want to keep away from his fellows, and has built a house up hereon his property."
"You mean Aaron Dennison, of course, Frank," said Will. "I wasinterested in what we were told about him. He seems to be a regularbear, and refuses to make friends with anybody drifting up here."
"The loggers over at Edmundson Cove tell queer yarns of the things hehas done," Frank continue