Brooks Henderley, The Y. M. C. A. boys on Bass Island (1916)
“ The moon, almost full, was climbing up close to the zenith, and sent down a flood of bright light on the slumbering world below. The soft night breeze continued to whisper among the tops of the tall pine trees. The gentle waves washed the rocky shore of the big island with a soothing murmur never to be forgotten.Just as the sun began to peep above the eastern horizon a gun was fired and a bugle reveille followed immediately afterward. Those of the boys who were not already up came dashing out of the tents and the cabin, prepared to enter upon the duties of this, the first full day in camp. ”
