THE SUGAR CREEK GANG
GOES NORTH
THE SUGAR CREEK GANG
GOES NORTH
by
PAUL HUTCHENS
Published by
Scripture Press
BOOK DIVISION
434 South Wabash Ave.
Chicago 5, Ill.
The Sugar Creek Gang Goes North
Copyright, 1947, by
Paul Hutchens
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I GUESS I never did get tired thinking about all the interesting andexciting things which had happened to the Sugar Creek Gang when we’dgone camping far up in the North. One of the happiest memories was ofthe time when Poetry, who is the barrel-shaped member of our gang,and I were lost out in the forest, and while we were trying to getunlost we met a very cute little brown-faced Indian boy whose name wasSnow-in-the-face, and his big Indian brother whose name was Eagle Eye.
Little Snow-in-the-face was really the cutest little Indian boy I hadever seen; in fact, he was the first one I’d ever really seen up realclose. I kept thinking about him and wishing that the whole Sugar CreekGang could go again up into that wonderful country which everybodycalls the Paul Bunyan Playground and see how Little Snow-in-the-facewas getting along, and how his big brother’s Indian Sunday school wasgrowing, which, as you know, they were having every Sunday in an oldrailroad coach, which they’d taken out into the forest and fixed upinto a church. Say, I never had any idea that we would get to go backso soon, in fact, the very next summer after we’d been there the summerbefore.
But here I go telling you about how we happened to get to go, and howquick we started, and all the exciting things that happened on the wayand after we4 got there, and especially after we got there. Boy ohboy! it was real fun, and also very exciting—especially that nightwhen we ran kersmack into a kidnapper mystery, and some of us who weremixed up in it were almost half scared half to death. Imagine a verydark night with only moonlight enough to make things look spooky, andqueer screaming sounds echoing through the forest and over the lake,and then finding the kidnapped girl all wrapped in an Indian blanketwith a handkerchief stuffed into her mouth and—butthat’s getting ahead of the story, and I’d better not tell you how ithappened until I get to it, ’cause it might spoil the story for you,and I hope you won’t start turning the pages of this book real fas