My Dear Boys: “The Rover Boys in Camp” is a complete story in itself,but forms the eighth volume of “The Rover Boys Series for YoungAmericans.”
As I have mentioned before, when I started this line of stories I hadin mind to make not more than three, or possibly four, volumes. But thepublication of “Rover Boys at School,” “Rover Boys on the Ocean,”“Rover Boys in the Jungle,” and “Rover Boys Out West” did not appear tosatisfy my readers, and so I followed with “Rover Boys on the GreatLakes,” “Rover Boys in the Mountains,” and lastly with “Rover Boys onLand and Sea.” But the publishers say there is still a cry for “more!more!” and so I now present to you this new Rover Boys book, whichrelates the adventures of Dick, Tom, and Sam, and a number of theirold-time friends, at home, at dear old Putnam Hall, and in camp on PineIsland.
In writing this tale I have had in mind two thoughts — one to give myyoung readers an out-and-out story of jolly summer adventure, alongwith a little touch of mystery, and the other to show them that it veryoften pays to return good for evil. Arnold Baxter had done much tobring trouble to the Rover family, but what Dick Rover did in returnwas Christian-like in the highest meaning of that term. Dick was not a“goody-goody” youth, but he was a thoroughly manly one, and his exampleis well worth following by any lad who wishes to make something ofhimself.
Once more let me thank all of those who have expressed themselves assatisfied with the previous stories in this series. I earnestly trustthe present volume will also prove acceptable to them, and will do themgood.
Affectionately and sincerely yours,
ARTHUR M. WINFIELD.
“All out for Oak Run!” shouted the brakeman of the train, as he thrusthis head in through the doorway of the car. “Step lively, please!”
“Hurrah for home!” shouted a curly-headed youth of sixteen, as hecaught up a small dress-suit case. “Come on, Sam.”
“I’m coming, Tom,” answered a boy a year younger. “Where is Dick?”
“Here I am,” replied Dick Rover, the big brother of the others. “Justbeen in the baggage car, making sure the trunks would be put off,” headded. “Say, but this looks natural, doesn’t it, after travelingthousands of miles across the Pacific?”
“And across the Continent from San Francisco,” put in Sam Rover.
“Do you know, I feel as if I’d been away for an age?”