"Who bring to the hearth the wood and kindling?" questioned the Chief
Guardian.
"The Wood Gatherers."
"Who place the sticks for lighting?"
"The Fire Makers." Harriet's replies were prompt, but given with some
embarrassment.
"Who rubs together the tinder sticks and imparts the spark that
produces the flame?"
"The Torch Bearer," answered Harriet in a low voice. Her face now
seemed to be burning almost as hotly as was the council fire before
her.
"What are the further duties of a Torch Bearer?"
"To act as a leader of her fellows in their sports and in their more
serious occupations, to assist them in learning that work, that
accomplishment, bring the greater joys of life; to assist the guardian
in any and all ways," was the low-spoken reply.
"Correct. And having more than fulfilled the requirements, I now
appoint you to be a Torch Bearer, a real leader in the Camp Girls'
organization, thus entitling you to wear that much-coveted emblem, the
crossed logs, flame and smoke. Workers, arise and salute your Torch
Bearer with the grand hailing sign of the tribe!"
CHAPTER XII
MYSTERY ON A SAND BAR
"I--I thank you."
Harriet, placing the right hand over the heart, bowed low, and the
ceremony was complete.
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