Wilderness dwellers who must take in and fix in the mind at a glance every unusual tree or stump or stone if they would find their trail, have a peculiar and remarkable gift of memory born of long practice and the fact that they must perforce depend upon their ability to retain the things they see and hear.

The lads, therefore, required no repetition, and learned their lessons with ease.
Though they had never attended school they could all read, stumbling, to be sure, over the big words, but nevertheless grasping the meaning.
Doctor Joe, during his years in the Bay, had taught not only the Angus boys but many of the other young people to read.

Doctor Joe now marked the pages that they were to study, and before he and the Angus boys turned back across the Bay to The Jug it was agreed that the new troop should hold a week's camp to study and practise together.

Hollow Cove, some five miles from The Jug, was to be the camping ground, and the first week in October was decided upon as the time.
"We'll start to camp on Monday marnin' of that week," suggested David.
"Come over to The Jug on Sunday.

'Twill be fine to have us all go to camp together." "Aye," agreed Micah, "'twill be now, and we'll come, and have a fine time." "And we'll all study about the scout things whilst we're in camp," piped up Jamie enthusiastically.
"That we will now," David assured.
"Lige, you and Peter bring a tent and stove, and all you need for setting up camp," Doctor Joe directed.