Online Read Free Novel
  • Home
  • Romance & Love
  • Fantasy
  • Science Fiction
  • Mystery & Detective
  • Thrillers & Crime
  • Actions & Adventure
  • History & Fiction
  • Horror
  • Western
  • Humor

    Field Trip to Niagara Falls

    Page 3
    Prev Next

    5

      Pull the

      lateral

      ropes and

      stabilize

      the tent by

      staking the

      ropes.

      Dig a

      drainage

      ditch

      around

      the tent.

      You’ll need

      it in case

      of rain.

      Assemble

      the

      frame by

      connecting

      the poles,

      and hook

      the tent to

      the frame.

      Mount the

      rain tarp

      and attach

      it well with

      the stakes.

      Drainage ditch for

      water runoff

      NO

      NO

      NO YES

      Where to Set Up a Tent

      Choose a flat

      area or one

      on a gentle

      slope that is

      well protected

      from the wind.

      Lay the

      tent flat

      and stake

      the

      corners.

      tent

      a

      How to Set up

      I DO nOt KnOw

      h

      Ow tO cOOK at

      a caMpsIte!

      I was so tired I could only nod. Then I

      heard a low grumble. Was it a bear? Was it

      a fox? Was it a ravenous, rodent-eating

      monster? No, it was just my tummy. I was

      starving!

      “So,

      who will do the cooking

      ?” I asked.

      “Why, you will, of course, Mr. Geronimo,”

      Miss Angel Paws said.

      34

      The little mice began screaming.

      “Come on! We’re starving!” they whined.

      I sighed. I trudged to the brook to get some

      water. But on the way back, I tripped.

      The water flew out of the bucket.

      I decided to get the fire started. But

      the wood was too damp. It would not light.

      I went to get some more wood and

      accidentally stepped on the egg carton.

      CrunCh

      !

      Then I noticed an army of ants. They were

      devouring all of the bread.

      “I give up!” I squeaked. Did I mention I’m

      not much of an outdoor mouse?

      “Try calling Aunt Thea again,” Benjamin

      whispered. “She’ll know what to do.”

      A half hour later, the fire was ready.

      Now if I could just get the ants off the

      bread. . . .

      H

      ow

      to Cook

      outdoorS

      Bind three wooden poles

      together. Then hang a pot on a

      chain that has been secured at

      the top of the poles.

      T

      r

      i

      p

      o

      d

      Arrange several clean, flat rocks

      so they are heated by a fire

      underneath. You can cook eggs,

      fish, or meat on top of them.

      Flat rocks

      Arrange two forked sticks across

      from each other on either side of

      the fire. Hang the pots on a strong

      piece of wood, and then place each

      end of the wood in the forks.

      F

      o

      r

      k

      s

      THE FIRE

      N

      ever

      L

      eave

      F

      ires Unattended!

      Before you light a fire, find out

      the wind’s direction. Always be

      aware of the danger of fires! Keep

      a bucket of water nearby to put

      out the fire and always get help

      from an adult.

      36

      cOMe On!

      we have tO gO!

      After we ate, I fell asleep with my snout in

      my plate. I woke up with a start.

      “Psst, psst, Mr. Geronimo!” a voice

      called.

      It was Miss Angel Paws.

      “Mr. Geronimo, you, um, forgot to set up

      a bathroom,” she whispered.

      I paled. A bathroom?

      “Come on! We have to go!” the little mice

      squeaked.

      This time, I knew exactly what to do.

      I called my sister. I wasn’t proud. I was

      desperate. After all, who knew how to set

      up a bathroom outdoors?

      Of course, my sister figured it out.

      Half an hour later, the bathroom was

      finished. And so was I. I crawled into my

      sleeping bag and slept like a ten-ton brick

      of stale cheese. Even a starving mouse

      couldn’t have moved me.

      3. Build a

      tripod. Hang

      a bucket

      with water

      to use as a

      makeshift

      shower.

      1. Dig a hole.

      Leave a big

      pile of dirt

      next to the

      hole. After

      each use,

      throw some

      piled-up dirt

      into the hole.

      2. Use some

      wooden

      poles and a

      tarp to build

      a screen

      around the

      toilet.

      4. Build

      another

      tripod. Place

      a bowl on

      top to wash

      your paws

      and snout.

      THE TOILET

      S

      h

      o

      w

      e

      r

      S

      i

      n

      k

      T

      o

      i

      l

      e

      t

      1.

      2.

      3.

      4.

      How to Make a BatHrooM

      38

      flashlights

      What a Stink!

      What a Smell!

      W

      hat a Stench!

      I woke up in the middle of the night. An

      awful stench surrounded me. It smelled

      worse than my cousin Trap’s rancid fish

      soup. It smelled worse than my grandmother

      Onewhisker’s

      disgusting brussels sprout soufflé.

      I opened my eyes. A black-and-white furry

      creature with two beady little

      eyes stared back at me.

      I jumped out of the sleeping

      bag, squeaking at the top of

      my lungs.

      snapped on all over the

      campsite.

      W

      h

      a

      t

      a

      s

      m

      e

      l

      l

      !

      W

      h

      a

      t

      a

      s

      t

      i

      n

      k

      !

      W

      h

      a

      t

      a

      s

      t

      e

      n

      c

      h

      !

      40

      “

      What a stink

      !”

      “

      What a smell

      !”

      “

      What a stench

      !” I heard the other

      campers

      cry


      .

      I couldn’t have agreed more. I started to

      chime in when I heard some more voices.

      “Where is it coming from?” one said.

      “That tent there,” another answered.

      “That’s the rodent from New Mouse City.

      The one named Geronimo Stilton,” a

      third cried.

      someone else piped up.

      another muttered.

      “

      H

      e

      r

      e

      a

      l

      l

      y

      n

      e

      e

      d

      s

      t

      o

      c

      l

      e

      a

      n

      u

      p

      h

      i

      s

      a

      c

      t

      ,

      ”

      “

      Y

      e

      a

      h

      ,

      I

      w

      o

      n

      d

      e

      r

      i

      f

      h

      e

      k

      n

      o

      w

      s

      w

      h

      a

      t

      t

      h

      e

      w

      o

      r

      d

      ‘

      b

      a

      t

      h

      ’

      m

      e

      a

      n

      s

      ,

      ”

      I turned beet red. How could they talk

      about me that way? I’m no sewer mouse.

      I love taking baths.

      But there was no time to think about a

      bubble bath now. I had to defend myself.

      “I’m not the stinky one,” I started to

      explain. “It was that creature. It had

      black

      fur with a white stripe . . .”

      Punk Rat snickered. “What

      creature? I don’t see any

      creature,” he smirked.

      Then he began to sing in a

      high-pitched voice: “Geronimo

      sees things in the dark.

      A slug, a squirrel, a giant

      shark!”

      Benjamin grabbed my paw. “Uncle, did

      you really see a creature?” he whispered.

      When I nodded, he stuck his snout in the

      41

      Punk Rat

      tourist guide. I guess he was pretending

      he didn’t know me. I couldn’t blame

      him. Everyone thought I was losing my

      whiskers.

      At that moment, Benjamin began

      squeaking. He held up the book. It showed

      a picture of the creature.

      “See, my uncle was right!” my nephew

      told Punk Rat. “The creature he saw is

      called a skunk!”

      43

      a waLL Of

      rushIng waters

      The next morning, we woke up at dawn.

      After breakfast, we hiked along the river.

      I was tired. You probably already know

      that I am not a morning mouse.

      Finally, I would be able to see

      Niagara Falls!

      Our paws crunched through

      the thick autumn leaves of yellow,

      red, and brown. The air smelled crisp and

      fresh. Don’t you just love autumn? I do. I

      love everything about it. Oh, except for

      Halloween. I’m not big on scary holidays.

      I started thinking about the Halloween

      B

      u

      t

      I

      w

      a

      s

      a

      l

      s

      o

      e

      x

      c

      i

      t

      e

      d

      .

      .

      .

      .

      a

      m

      a

      g

      n

      i

      f

      i

      c

      e

      n

      t

      party my cousin Trap was throwing this year.

      He said he was going to dig up a real skeleton

      and serve frozen eyeballs for dessert!

      Just then, I felt like my own eyeballs had

      frozen. Well, my eyeballs and the rest of my

      body, that is. I was staring at a tremendous

      wall of rushing water. We had reached the

      falls! The river rumbled like thunder.

      r

      a

      i

      n

      b

      o

      w

      .

      .

      .

      A magnificent rainbow made a bridge over

      the falls.

      Ah, what an unbelievable sight! I could

      have stood and admired the falls all day. I

      just had one little problem: The rushing

      water was getting to me. With a squeak, I

      took off in search of a bathroom.

      T

      H

      U

      N

      D

      E

      R

      I

      N

      G

      W

      A

      T

      E

      R

      S

      !

      T

      hundering

      W

      aTers

      For thousands of years, only the

      Attawandarons, a peaceful tribe who lived

      in the territory that bordered the land

      of the warring Iroquois, knew about

      Niagara Falls. In the course of their long

      journeys, the Attawandarons, who were

      also called the Neutrals, were attracted

      by a loud noise and discovered the falls.

      They named them Onguiaahra, which

      means “thundering waters.”

      NORTHEAST

      Algonquin: A tribe with lands in the Ottawa River valley.

      Iroquois: A large confederation of tribes, including the Cayuga,

      Mohawk, Oneida, Onondaga, Seneca, and Tuscarora. They have a

      matriarchal society: The chiefs are chosen by the clan’s mother,

      the oldest and wisest woman.

      Attawandarons: A non-warring tribe that lived on the shores

      of lakes Huron, Erie, and Ontario.

      SOUTHEAST

      Cherokee: A tribe in Tennessee and North Carolina.

      A Cherokee leader, Sequoya, invented an alphabet for the

      Cherokee language that was made up of eighty-five symbols.

      Creek: A confederation of tribes from Alabama, Georgia,

      and Florida.

      Seminole: A tribe that emigrated to Florida and absorbed

      many runaway slaves.

      SOUTHWEST

      Apache: A group of tribes (Mescalero, San Carlos, Fort Apache,

      Apache Peaks, Mazatzal, and others) that share the same lan-

      guage. Skilled warriors, they were the last to surrender to

      white settlers. Famous chiefs include Geronimo and Cochise.

      Navajo: Native people of northern New Mexico and

      Arizona, they are famous for their craftwork, including

      blankets, rugs, and jewelry.

      Pueblo: A group of tribes in Arizona and New Mexico.

      This term also refer
    s to the flat-roofed stone or adobe

      houses in which these Native Americans traditionally

      lived. Their houses were sometimes several stories high.

      NATIVE AMERICANS

      PLAINS

      Cheyenne: A nomadic tribe, the Cheyenne once lived in tepees

      made from long poles and buffalo skins. They were skilled buffalo

      hunters.

      Comanche: Warriors feared by all, the Comanche became

      skilled horsemen.

      Blackfoot: Famous for their shoemaking ability, the Blackfoot

      dyed their moccasins black.

      Sioux: A group of tribes, also known as the Lakota. Sitting Bull,

      Crazy Horse, and Red Cloud are famous Sioux chiefs.

      HIGHLANDS AND LOWLANDS

      Nez Percé (or Pierced Noses): A peaceful tribe in Idaho,

      Washington, and Oregon, who once wore objects piercing

      their noses.

      Shoshone: Buffalo hunters in California, Idaho, Nevada, Utah,

      and Wyoming, they sought peace with white settlers during the

      Indian wars.

      CALIFORNIA

      Hoopa: A tribe of artisans who traditionally lived along rivers in

      houses made of cedar. They ate acorns and salmon.

      Wintu: A tribe whose economy was once based on deer,

      salmon, and acorns.

      NORTHWEST

      Chinook: Famous salmon merchants on the north shore

      of the Columbia River in Oregon.

      Tlingit: A tribe skilled in working cedar wood and living

      on the islands and coast of Alaska.

      All AboArd!

      A few minutes later, I was back at the

      falls. Miss Angel Paws was making

      an announcement.

      “We will now board a boat called the Maid

      of the Mist that will take us to the falls,” she

      told the class. “Please do not lean over the

      side.”

      We put on shiny raincoats. Then we

      climbed aboard the boat.

      fog

      It sailed straight up the Niagara River.

      Everything looked so different from

      A mist rose up from the spraying

      water. We were so close to the falls.

      I dug my paws into the railing of the

      deck. The water churned below us. I was

      glad we were all safe on the boat.

      The sprays of water soaked my fur. Oh,

      well. No one could say I was stinky now.

     


    Prev Next
Online Read Free Novel Copyright 2016 - 2026