Strange, however, that after that dinner not one of the Woodcrafters felt like dancing an Indian War Dance to entertain others!
During the night the temperature grew warmer and the sky clouded over with snow-clouds. Early Friday morning a very light snow began falling, but grew heavier until noon, when great gusts of snow were swept across the valley at every fresh hurricane of wind. All day Friday and most of Friday night, the snow continued falling, but the Woodcrafters cared little about that when they were having such a jolly time indoors. They were entertaining the Black Bears in the Council House, and many a wild shout echoed up through the loft, as a Bear caught a Wako Triber in a war-dance.
Before ten o’clock the boys were summoned to go to camp, and much against their inclinations to leave the cosy fire in the chimney-place of the Council House, they started out in the driving snow to plough over the field to their cold and cheerless camp.
In the early morning, however, the sun sparkled on the glistening snow and the Woodcraft girls were awakened by a fusillade of snow-balls striking the side of the barn, some of the soft snow falling through the opened windows and scattering over the faces of the sleepy girls.
They were soon up and dressed and out-doors to return the cold welcome given by the Black Bears. The snow-balls flew back and forth rapidly, until Fred had an idea.
“I say! What’s the matter with having a regular fight! Build a fort and choose up sides?”
“Down on the flats by the road-side!” added Billy, pointing to the low-land that fronted the lawns by the private road.
“Just the thing!” exclaimed Fiji.
“Will you girls help?” asked Jack Hubert.
The girls looked at the Guide for approval, and she, seeing the gleam of battle shining from those many eyes, laughed.