Re: Campfire Story
Merl Whitebook (MAWLAW@AOL.COM)
Fri, 14 Jul 1995 09:03:18 -0400
This is one of my favorite campfire stories, that I adapted to Scouting.
I hope you can use it at your campfire.
Once there was a large and prosperous Boy Scout Camp run by a wise and
powerful Campmaster. Then disaster struck in the form of a strange plague,
which caused people to sicken and die horribly within a few weeks. The
population of the Camp was being decimated. All the physicians in the land
were called to the Camp, but none of them had any idea of what to do about
this new disease.
The oldest of the physicians said that he had once heard that many years
ago, when his grandfather was a boy, the Camp had been struck by just such a
mysterious sickness. The pestilence had been ended with a magic potion
prepared by an old sorceress. It was said that she was still alive, but her
home was in the middle of the Dark Forest.
"The Dark Forest!" everyone gasped. They all knew that the Dark Forest was
the most dangerous place in the region. Perhaps the most dangerous place in
the entire world, for in the Dark Forest lived the Yellow Fingers, which
grabbed any traveler who entered and would squeez him to death. But no one
could come up with another plan to save the Camp, so it was decided that
someone had to defy the Yellow Fingers and find the ancient sorceress in the
middle of the Dark Forest.
The Campmaster called his bravest Eagle Scout and explained the situation.
Without hesitation, the brave Eagle Scout marched off into the forest and
was never heard from again.
The Campmaster then called his Life Scout. The Life Scout hesitated for a
moment before going into the fatal forest. But once he went in, he never
So the Campmaster called his Star Scout, who took a bit more persuading.
And then his 1st and 2nd class scout, and so on. None of them ever returned
from the forest. Finally the remaining scouts, who were not very brave at
all, went into hiding.
The Campmaster was reduced to a state of despair. Then one of the
Campmaster's young pages who was only a tenderfoot, came to him and offered
to go into the Dark Forest and get the magic potion from the old sorceress.
The Campmaster was touched by the boy's foolish bravery, but he said, "Don't
you realize that the Dark Forest is the home of the Yellow Fingers, and that
many of my bravest Scouts have perished there?"
The boy said that he knew all about it, but he was still quite sure that he
would be able to accomplish his mission. In the end the Scoutmaster
reluctantly agreed to let the page go. He was so desperate that he didn't
know what else to do.
The Tenderfoot walked off into the Dark Forest, and the king confidently
expected never to see him again. Therefore the Scoutmaster was not merely
surprised but very nearly hysterical with joy when, two days later, the page
came walking out of the Dark Forest clutching the formula for the magic
potion that would save the Camp.
"How did you do it?" cried the Scout Master.
The page just smiled, and said, "From now on let your pages do the walking
through the Yellow Fingers."
If you have been to camp and heard a new story, not told at every camp, or a
new skit, please share it with me.
Thanks in advance:
Terry Howerton Sakima Group, Inc. SCOUTER Magazine Kansas City