THE RED STREAK There was one resident at Temple Camp who did not attend that memorable meeting by reason of being sound asleep at the time.

This was Orestes, the oriole, who had had such a narrow squeak of it up at the foot of the mountain.

Orestes always went to bed early and got up early, being in all ways a model scout.
It is true that just at the moment when the cheering became tumultuous, Orestes shook out her feathers and peered out of the little door of her hanging nest but, seeing no near-by peril, settled down again to sweet slumber, never dreaming that the cheering was in honor of her scout rescuer.
The housing problem did not trouble Orestes much.

One tree was as good as another so long as her architectural handiwork was not desecrated, and having once satisfied herself that her little home still depended from the very branch which she had chosen, she did not inquire too particularly into the facts of that magic transfer.

The branch rested across two other branches and Orestes was satisfied.
That was a happy thought of Tom's to call the oriole Orestes, which means dweller in the woods, but thanks to Hervey the name became corrupted in camp talk, and the nickname of Asbestos caught the community and became instantly popular.
The shady area under Asbestos' tree was already a favorite lounging place for scouts, and lying on their backs with knees drawn up (a favorite attitude of lounging) they could see that mysterious little red streak in their little friend's nest.