 An Excerpt from:
E.E.
Reynolds, B-P: The Story of His
Life,
London, Oxford University Press, 1943.
CHAPTER
X. THE WAR YEARS
IN June,
1914, Queen Alexandra inspected 11,000 London Boy Scouts,
and for the first time the juniors, the Wolf Cubs, were
seen at a public Rally. This new development was almost
inevitable. The younger brothers of Scouts naturally
wanted to join in the fun; sometimes they were allowed to
do so because the Scoutmasters were not hard-hearted
enough to refuse. But small boys dressed as Scouts and
carrying long staffs tended to bring ridicule on Troops
and to keep older boys from joining. It was not long
before some Scoutmasters began to experiment with Junior
Scouts and to write to B.-P. to tell him of their
problems. He encouraged them and examined reports on what
was being done.
Later a
scheme was published in the Headquarters Gazette in
January, 1914. A special salute and badge (a Wolf Cub’s
head), a very simple promise of duty and helpfulness, and
some easy tests were devised suited to the age period of
nine to eleven or twelve. A handbook by B.-P. was
"shortly to be published ", but events delayed
this for two years. The stroke of genius in the scheme,
however, was the use he made of the Mowgli stories from
Kipling’s Jungle Book to provide an imaginative
background for the activities. This not only made an
appeal to the small boys, but it gave the Wolf Cubs a
private world of their own.
The new
branch soon proved popular, and by the end of the year
10,000 small boys, wearing a distinctive uniform, were
enthusiastic Wolf Cubs.
B.-P.
was also thinking of the older Scouts, and for them he
founded the Scouts’ Friendly Society to link them up with
the National Health Insurance Scheme; the members were to
be grouped in "Camps, and it was hoped that in this
way they would be kept together and encouraged to go on
with their Scouting. The development of this scheme,
however, was hindered by the war.
Yet
another Scout service occupied B.-P. s time and thoughts
during the early months of 1914. At the beginning of
February an appeal was issued for the establishment of an
Endowment Fund for the movement; it had the support of
the President, the Duke of Connaught. At the end of a
letter to the Press, B.-P. said:
If
you cannot give yourself for the work, will you give
us a donation of such size as will mark your sense of
its importance? Let us, in the words of the
highwayman, have "your money or your life."
He
toured the country to appeal for support; during the
first six months the £100,000 mark was passed; then this
effort too had to be abandoned on the outbreak of war.
War came
at the beginning of August, 1914—so the plans for a
South African holiday had to be abandoned. Scouts were at
once mobilised, and one of the boys later recorded the
following recollections.
On
August 4th I was a member of a Sea Scout Troop in a
village on the South Coast; for various reasons the
village must be nameless, but it may give some clue
if I say that it was midway between a very large
seaside resort and an important Channel port. On the
evening of the 4th the Scoutmaster cycled round to
all members of the Troop and told us to be prepared
for emergency work. He was unable to say what it
would be, but at 5 a.m. the next morning we knew. The
coastguards had been called up and we, together with
a Troop from the big town, were in sole charge of the
two coastguard stations until the military should
relieve us. As it happened we were in sole charge for
a period of ten hectic days.
No
need to ask if we were thrilled—all of us except
the Scoutmaster, who happened to be the village
dentist. He felt just as unhappy as the coastguard
would have felt faced with a painless extraction.
Our
duties during those ten days were many and varied.
They included the usual work of the station, and a
constant patrol along the cliffs and foreshore. We
did this in pairs day and night, covering a distance
of six miles on each beat, and our eyes were ever
open for suspicious customers. Needless to say,
everyone we met came under that category, but we did
actually have our share of spies.
One
day we had news that a yellow car was heading for the
village from the direction of the port, and that it
must be stopped at all costs. It was— by one of
our Patrol Leaders hurling his bicycle at the car as
it swept over the cross-roads in the centre of the
village. The car swerved and crashed into a house.
The two occupants were only slightly damaged and they
were speedily removed by some soldiers who were
chasing them in another car.
Another
day, five of us were rushed off to guard an aeroplane
which had made a forced landing in the heart of the
Downs.
But
quite the most exciting adventure was the capture of
three men who had been flashing messages from a small
house on the cliffs. This house happened to be used
as the local mortuary, and it had a lantern tower
from which there was an uninterrupted view towards
the harbour. Our orders were to surround the house
and await the military. On no account were we to
enter the building, as it was anticipated that the
men were armed. The military were over two hours in
reaching us—two hours which to us were full of
exciting possibilities.
The
Scouts were immediately engaged in all kinds of national
service jobs: acting as messengers in Government offices
and elsewhere; patrolling railway lines; guarding
bridges; helping hospitals; collecting waste paper and
other salvage; flax harvesting; and as buglers to sound
the "All Clear" after air raids. These are but
some of the great number of tasks undertaken by Scouts
during the four years of the war.
The
finest work done by the Scouts, however, was in
coastguard service. Lord Kitchener had suggested that Sea
Scouts should be used for this work to free the
coastguard men for service afloat, where the need for men
was urgent. The scheme was organized under the Admiral
Commanding Coastguard and Reserves, and it was in force
from the 5th August, 1914, to the 7th March, 1920, during
which period some 30,000 Scouts passed through the
service.
B.-P.
inspected as many stations as he could, and he must
indeed have felt that all his work was more than fully
justified when he found how reliable the boys proved
under service conditions. Here is part of an account he
wrote at the time of what he had seen:
It
revived old memories of night reconnaissance when I
found myself walking along for a short spell with the
Night Patrol of Coast Watching Scouts Their energetic
Commissioner was with them, nor was it the first time
he had turned out to share their nocturnal tramp.
Down by devious tracks along by the shore we went,
the boys evidently knowing every inch of the ground:
and well they might, for the despatch that they were
carrying, that is the extract of their day’s log and
that of the next Patrol beyond them, was numbered
1119. For eleven hundred and nineteen consecutive
nights since the war began had these Patrols passed
on their despatches all down that rough coast, m foul
weather as well as fair, m spite of storms and
snowdrifts, until they reached the Naval Base
Commander. The despatch carrying is not their only
task. As we went along my guide suddenly remarked a
light shining in a farmhouse window and thither we
made our way. He knocked and politely but firmly
desired them to screen the window. When I turned to
go I found he remained behind; as he afterwards
explained, it was to see that the order was carried
out, as ‘he did not trust those folk one yard’. The
culverts of the railway line where it ran close
beside the sea all had to be examined, as also the
underground cable and the overhead wire.
B.-P.’s
own comment on the war was in these words:
It
shows how little are the people of these countries as
yet in sufficient mutual sympathy as to render wars
impossible between them. This will be so until better
understanding is generally established. Let us do
what we can through the Scout brotherhood to promote
this in the future. For the immediate present we have
duties to our country to perform.
Some
people were rather surprised that B.-P. was not given a
command during the War, but Lord Kitchener was strongly
of the opinion that the organization of the Boy Scouts
was of such great importance that B.-P. could not be
spared. Many times it has been said that he did secret
service work in Germany during the war, but there was no
foundation for such statements. Actually he was far too
busy in other ways to undertake such work. At the other
extreme came the news from America that he had been shot
as a German Spy !
The
announcement in one American newspaper was as follows:
BADEN-POWELL
SHOT AS A SPY
January
15th 1916.
Pittsburgh, Pa.
Shot to death
by English soldiers on his return to England as a
German spy.
That is what
happened to Major-General Robertson [sic] Stephenson
Smyth Baden-Powel], hero of the defence of
Mafeking in the Boer War, and organizer of the
Boy Scouts, when he went back to London and was
caught with papers in his possession, showing
maps of Great Britain’s fortifications that he is
said to have been selling to the enemy of
England.—This statement is made by a man who
says he is a Britisher and that the execution was
witnessed by his brother.
"My story
is a true one,’ he declared to-night. ‘ I can
tell you nothing else. My brother saw the
execution with his own eyes. My brother explained
that Baden-Powell marched to his place of
execution without a quiver, and, as the cover was
being placed over his eyes, said only these
words: "May God have mercy." If reports
be true, and I am sure that my brother is to be
relied upon, England has put into his last sleep
one of the bravest soldiers who ever headed her
armies in foreign lands."
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B.-P.’s
comment was, "It was really worth being shot as a
spy to gain so sweet an epitaph as that."
Those
who know how fully occupied he was during the war period
realize that there was little, if any, spare time for
spying expeditions. He was not only very active in the
Scout movement; during 1915, for instance, he gave much
time to the provision of huts in France in association
with the Y.M.C.A. He was naturally most interested in the
Mercers’ Hut which he had been instrumental in getting,
and later in the Scout and Guide Huts, as well as their
Ambulance Cars. By the end of 1916 the Scouts provided
four huts in France and seven ambulances. Lady
Baden-Powell was very actively engaged in the same work,
and together they ran the Mercers’ Hut for some months.
When the first Scout hut was opened at Etaples, he wrote:
We
are awfully busy here. We opened the Scouts’ Hut at
Etaples yesterday with greatest success. Though
supplies are scarce and no Scoutmasters have come to
take up work, we thought it best to get the hut under
way if only to give the men shelter and warmth in
this filthy weather. And I am glad that we did, for
it has been a big success. The place was crammed to
standing room yesterday the moment that the doors
were opened, and has been so all day.
We
got a very good concert entertainment for them last
night after the Commandant here had formally opened
the place—and the trade done at the bar was
tremendous. My wife, Miss B. A., a Scoutmaster from
another hut, a man we picked up here, and a helpful
ex-Scout or two—-as well as myself—had as
much as we could do in serving the men in the
evening. The men are delighted with the place.
My
wife and I gave a tea to ex-Scouts before the place
was opened and about 40 turned up.
He paid
visits to his regiment in France until they were sent to
the Middle East, and then he received long letters from
the Commanding Officer telling him how they were getting
on. The regiment was proud to have B.-P. as its Honorary
Colonel, and knew what a keen interest he took in its
welfare.
Meantime,
the movement was developing rapidly, and the Chief was
full of ideas for the future. The Girl Guides too
flourished as never before; Lady B.-P. soon showed that
she had considerable organizing powers of her own, and it
was not, therefore, surprising that in 1918 she was
elected Chief Guide.
At last
the war came to an end. The Boy Scouts had proved
themselves; 150,000 served in the Forces, and of these
10,000 were killed in action. The long list of awards and
decorations included no fewer than eleven Victoria
Crosses. The best known of these was Jack Cornwell, who
served and died so gallantly in the battle of Jutland.
His name is perpetuated in the movement by the Cornwell
Scout Decoration for bravery. Another was Piper Laidlaw,
who, during the first gas attack in France, rallied the
men by marching up and down the parapet of the trenches,
playing his pipes.
B.-P.
had reason to be proud of the achievements of the
movement he had created only six years before the war
broke out. But his eyes were always looking ahead, and as
the dawn of peace came he sent out this message of hope:
The
Boy Scout Movement, though on a comparatively small
scale at present, yet has its branches among the boys
in practically every civilized country in the world
and it is growing every day. It is conceivable that
if in the years to come a considerable proportion of
the rising generation of citizens of each nation were
members of this fraternity they would be linked by a
tie of personal sympathy and understanding such as
has in the past never existed, and such as would in
the event of international strain of difference exert
a strong influence on its solution.
The
future citizens of the different countries, through
being Boy Scouts together, would be habituated to the
idea of settling their mutual differences by friendly
means.
They
would view the situation in terms of peace and not,
as heretofore, in terms of war.
To some,
that seemed an idle dream, but it is no exaggeration to
say that he devoted the rest of his life to its
realization.

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