{"id":14349,"date":"2003-11-30T03:37:28","date_gmt":"2003-11-30T08:37:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=14349"},"modified":"2025-02-27T12:07:36","modified_gmt":"2025-02-27T17:07:36","slug":"a-camping-story-by-beckys","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=14349","title":{"rendered":"A Camping Story (by BeckyS)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary:\u00a0 <\/i><\/strong>\u00a0Adam takes four-year old Little Joe on a camping trip and a lesson in vocabulary.<\/p>\n

Rating: \u00a0G \u00a0(2,400 words)<\/p>\n

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Dear Readers — \u00a0This story was written almost fifteen years ago for my own pleasure, and I’m happy to share for others to enjoy. \u00a0I know some readers may wish\u00a0there was more, but this how I saw fit to write this story. \u00a0Since I no longer write Bonanza fan fiction, I ask that you honor my request to not post comments asking\u00a0for the story to continue.<\/p>\n

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A Camping Story <\/strong>\u00a9 Nov 2003, 2017 as allowable<\/p>\n

Adam Cartwright wondered what had ever possessed him to think he could take a four-year-old camping and survive with his wits intact.\u00a0 He\u2019d picked out what he thought would be a safe location, tucked into a niche of the nearest hill.\u00a0 The rocky walls of the niche encircled a grassy area on three sides, and Adam figured that as long as he kept himself planted firmly at the entrance, Joe could run and play as much as he wanted without getting into trouble.<\/p>\n

Their water came from a small spring that fed a narrow stream for about ten yards before descending into the earth again.\u00a0 He\u2019d picketed their two horses at the downstream end, on lines long enough that they could freely graze or drink as much as they wished.\u00a0 The stream was just wide enough to act as a natural barrier, keeping them and Joe on opposite sides of the camp, to his little brother\u2019s utter disgust.<\/p>\n

The setup should have been perfect.\u00a0 The stream itself was so shallow that Joe couldn\u2019t really fall in \u2013 though that didn\u2019t keep him from building a little fort.\u00a0 It was a marvel of construction, at least for a four-year-old, but it also not so conveniently acted as a dam and created an overflow that had headed straight for their camp.\u00a0 Adam checked his spare shirt where it hung from a nearby tree.\u00a0 Almost dry.\u00a0 His saddle blanket would take a bit longer.\u00a0 The bread was a total loss, but the beans . . . well, he\u2019d simply decided to start dinner a little early, and dropped them in a pot to simmer over the fire.<\/p>\n

Gathering wood had been the latest in a long series of battles.\u00a0 Adam had thought it a perfect chore for a little one, but Joe was more interested in playing stick cowboys and Indians \u2013 a game that had lost all appeal for Adam at the age of six, when his second mother was killed by an arrow right in front of him.\u00a0 Joe grudgingly gave up his game when Adam refused to join in, and tried to drag a huge log to the fire instead.<\/p>\n

Adam had tried patiently to explain that the chunk of wood was too big, but Joe insisted he had to bring a \u201clog\u201d to the fire, just like his big brother.<\/p>\n

Adam checked around the campground looking for a piece of wood that would be big enough to satisfy his little brother, but small enough the boy could manage it.<\/p>\n

\u201cI gots one!\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam studied the branch, then nodded.\u00a0 \u201cThat\u2019ll be really good \u2013 burn nice and hot for making our dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe staggered backwards, digging a deep furrow in the dirt as he dragged it to the fire.\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s big, ain\u2019t it!\u201d he said, proud of himself.<\/p>\n

\u201cSure is, little buddy.\u00a0 It\u2019ll burn all the way through dinner, I bet.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s the biggest log we got, ain\u2019t it?\u201d\u00a0 He dumped it proudly in the middle of the circle of stones Adam had carefully arranged.<\/p>\n

He winced, but patiently set about putting them back in place.\u00a0 \u201cYep.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAdam?\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked up to see a puzzled frown.<\/p>\n

\u201cCould Hoss drag that log here?\u201d<\/p>\n

He laughed.\u00a0 \u201cSure could.\u00a0 You\u2019ve seen how he\u2019s getting so big.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCould he drag a bigger log here?\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam nodded.\u00a0 \u201cI don\u2019t think a log exists in this valley that Hoss couldn\u2019t handle.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEg-zists?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cExist.\u201d\u00a0 That didn\u2019t satisfy Joe, so he thought for a moment.\u00a0 \u201cBeing real.\u00a0 Something you can see, touch.\u00a0 Like our two horses over there.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe still frowned.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat if I said there were three horses over there?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s eyes darted across the stream.\u00a0 \u201cAdam, you makin\u2019 fun.\u00a0 I sees two horsies.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut if I said there was a third horse, all purple and pink\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe laughed.\u00a0 \u201cThere ain\u2019t no pink and purple horsie over there.\u00a0 There ain\u2019t no pink and purple horsies nowhere!\u00a0 You made that up.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam nodded.\u00a0 \u201cThat\u2019s right.\u00a0 I made it up.\u00a0 Pink and purple horses don\u2019t exist.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOooh.\u201d\u00a0 Joe looked again, just to make sure.\u00a0 \u201cDon\u2019t eg-zist.\u201d\u00a0 He nodded once, sure now, and tried out the word again as he ambled over to the stream to stare at the two animals that really were there.\u00a0 \u201cEg-zist.\u00a0 Brown horsies eg-zist.\u00a0 Pink an\u2019 purple horsie don\u2019t eg-zist.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam sighed in relief.\u00a0 Maybe now he could get dinner started.\u00a0 His stomach was beginning to rumble.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t know if it was Joe\u2019s age that made him so insatiably curious, but Adam sincerely hoped he\u2019d grow out of it soon.\u00a0 A memory of some recent comments by his father on his eldest son\u2019s incurable and insatiable curiosity gave him little hope.<\/p>\n

He stirred some dried onions \u2013 that had only been dampened by the miniature flood \u2013 into the beans and then looked up to check on Joe again.\u00a0 He\u2019d found the creek.\u00a0 Actually, he\u2019d found the place in the creek where it had overflowed.\u00a0 He was now a mud baby.\u00a0 Oh, my.<\/p>\n

I really should wash him off and put him in some dry clothes,<\/em> Adam thought, or just give up and change him right before bed.<\/em>\u00a0 He nodded once.\u00a0 \u201cBefore bed,\u201d he muttered.<\/p>\n

\u201cBed!\u201d the little boy cried.\u00a0 \u201cI don\u2019 wanna go bed!\u201d<\/p>\n

The drawn-down eyebrows and pushed out lips were so comical Adam nearly laughed, but caught himself just in time.\u00a0 One thing sure that would send his little brother into another full-blown tantrum was to laugh at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo bed, not yet, little buddy,\u201d he soothed.\u00a0 It worked, because Joe immediately settled back into his puddle.\u00a0 \u201cBrother\u2019s just thinking ahead.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHuh?\u201d Joe asked, coming back to the conversation.\u00a0 He tilted his head at a skeptical angle.\u00a0 \u201cWhat head?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy head . . .\u201d Adam muttered to himself, \u201c. . . that I should have examined.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe approached cautiously.\u00a0 \u201c\u2019Zamined?\u00a0 What\u2019s \u2018zamined?\u201d\u00a0 He peered carefully at Adam\u2019s head, prodded it with one muddy finger.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey!\u00a0 Stop that!\u201d Adam yelled.<\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s eyes narrowed.\u00a0 \u201cYou no yell at me.\u00a0 Pa says.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, Pa says.\u201d\u00a0 He narrowed his eyes right back.\u00a0 \u201cPa also said, \u2018Joe, be good.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJoe good!\u201d\u00a0 Affronted, the little boy raised himself up tall.\u00a0 \u201cI always good!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUh-huh.\u201d<\/p>\n

But Joe was already back to his question, forefinger stuck in his mouth in thought.\u00a0 \u201cAdam,\u201d he said, somewhat garbled, \u201cwhat\u2019s \u2018zamined?\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam winced at the finger, but kept stirring.\u00a0 A little dirt never hurt any little kid he knew of.\u00a0 \u201cExamined,\u201d he said carefully.\u00a0 \u201cMeans looked at.\u00a0 Checked over.\u00a0 Make sure everything\u2019s okay.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHuh.\u00a0 Like you do with beans?\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam tilted his head to one side.\u00a0 \u201cYeah, kind of.\u00a0 Though with beans, you have to taste them, too.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe immediately stuck his finger in the pot, pulled it out and sucked on it.<\/p>\n

\u201cAGH!\u201d Adam yelled.\u00a0 \u201cWhat do you think you\u2019re\u2014\u201d He rose, picked Joe up bodily, swatted him once on the bottom and plopped him down to one side.\u00a0 \u201cNow stay there!\u00a0 Keep your fingers out of our dinner, at least until my part is served up.\u201d\u00a0 He went back to stirring the pot, not noticing the tears that were gathering in his little brother\u2019s eyes.\u00a0 \u201cNever should have done this,\u201d he muttered.\u00a0 \u201cNever should have brought him out here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI hate you!\u201d shouted Joe, tears running down his face.\u00a0 \u201cI hate you an\u2019 I wish you didn\u2019t eg-zist!\u201d\u00a0 He turned and started running toward the opening in the cliffs.<\/p>\n

\u201cJoe!\u201d Adam called.\u00a0 He tried to grab the little boy as he flew by, but missed him by inches.\u00a0 \u201cLittle Joe, you get back here!\u201d he yelled.<\/p>\n

Joe stopped for just long enough to stick his tongue out, then kept going.<\/p>\n

Adam took a brief moment to kick some dirt over the fire, then headed out after his brother.\u00a0 He had to reach him before he got through the entrance to the little valley; there were loose branches and gullies and piles of rocks and all kinds of hazards that could hurt a heedless four-year-old.<\/p>\n

Joe cut the corner heading out into the open just a little too close and banged into the hillside, dislodging a long, dead branch that had been resting against the hill.\u00a0 Loose dirt began to fall on him, and he froze, looking up.<\/p>\n

\u201cJoe!\u201d Adam cried in panic.\u00a0 Bigger clumps of dirt, small stones, sticks, were all coming down, pelting his brother.\u00a0 He knew what could be next \u2013 there were sharp-edged rocks and even boulders up above.<\/p>\n

He found an extra burst of speed and dove at the boy, shoving him aside.\u00a0 He just had time to see Joe crumpled on the ground, out of the path of danger, when something hard and heavy and excruciatingly sharp slammed into his back.\u00a0 He cried out and covered his head with both arms, but a waterfall of rocks fell, and he couldn\u2019t protect himself from all of them. He tried to rise, was pounded back to the ground, and then there was a starburst of pain in his head, and the world blinked out.<\/p>\n

~ * ~ * ~ * ~<\/p>\n

A sound nudged at his consciousness.\u00a0 Something was wrong, but he ached so fiercely that he wanted nothing more than to sink back into the blackness.\u00a0 The sound grabbed at him, though \u2013 wouldn\u2019t let go.\u00a0 He tried to figure it out.\u00a0 What had happened?\u00a0 The all-consuming aching resolved itself into individual pains \u2013 his head, his arm, his back.\u00a0 Then he felt something that wasn\u2019t a hurt.\u00a0 Something \u2013 someone? \u2013 was pulling on his shoulder.\u00a0 Someone was calling his name.<\/p>\n

\u201cAdam!\u00a0 I\u2019m sorry, Adam, I din\u2019t mean it, I want you to eg-zist!\u00a0 Please, Adam, please don\u2019t die!\u201d<\/p>\n

It was Little Joe.\u00a0 Joe, his four-year-old little brother that he\u2019d flung to the ground with strength he wouldn\u2019t have used on Hoss.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease, Adam, I be a good boy from today!\u00a0 Please don\u2019t die!\u201d\u00a0 The heartbroken cries broke down into tears.<\/p>\n

Adam raised his head, then tried lifting his body.\u00a0 A shower of dirt and rocks hit the ground all around him.\u00a0 He blinked a couple of times to clear his vision.\u00a0 There was Joe, seated right next to him, scrubbing at his eyes with filthy hands, crying his heart out.<\/p>\n

Adam lifted a hand that was every bit as filthy as Joe\u2019s and gently tugged at his brother\u2019s arms.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m all right, Little Joe.\u201d He forced a smile.\u00a0 \u201cJust my head hurts a bit.<\/p>\n

\u201cAdam!\u00a0 You alive!\u00a0 You eg-zist!\u00a0 Oh, Adam,\u201d he sobbed, \u201cI promise to be good \u2013 I don\u2019t hate you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam sat up very carefully, then gathered the little boy into his arms.\u00a0 Joe grabbed Adam\u2019s shirtfront into his fists and snuggled as close to his chest as possible.\u00a0 Adam held him in the circle of his arms and laid his cheek against the soft hair.<\/p>\n

\u201cJoe love Adam,\u201d came the small voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know,\u201d said Adam as he rubbed his hand in soothing circles on his back.\u00a0 \u201cAdam loves Joe, too.\u201d<\/p>\n

~ * ~ * ~ * ~<\/p>\n

It was a motley pair that rode up to the Cartwrights\u2019 home that night.\u00a0 They were filthy from head to toe; Joe had stripes of pink down his face where tears had cleaned off the dirt, Adam had a bandana tied askew around his forehead, and he was riding stiff as a board from his aching back.<\/p>\n

\u201cPa, Pa!\u201d cried Joe as they pulled their horses to a stop.\u00a0 \u201cCome help, Pa!\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam was glad Joe had called out \u2013 he didn\u2019t have enough energy left to raise a peep.<\/p>\n

Ben burst through the front door, startling the tired horses.\u00a0 Adam swayed, but Ben grabbed at both sets of reins and steadied the animals, then handed them off to Hoss, who\u2019d been right behind him out the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cLittle Joe!\u00a0 Are you all right?\u201d\u00a0 He reached up and gently hauled his youngest from the saddle into a tight embrace.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019s all right, Pa.\u201d\u00a0 He patted his father\u2019s cheek.\u00a0 \u201cBut Adam got hurt by bad rocks.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben turned to his eldest.\u00a0 \u201cAdam?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLandslide,\u201d he muttered, his voice strained.\u00a0 \u201cCouldn\u2019t let it get Joe \u2013 couldn\u2019t get out from under it in time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t try to get down by yourself, son.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam nodded.\u00a0 His back was stiff and sore, and he doubted he could move even if he had to.<\/p>\n

Ben handed Joe to Hoss and then appeared at Adam\u2019s side.<\/p>\n

Adam smiled when he saw Joe wrap his arms around Hoss\u2019s neck and gave him a big smacking kiss on the cheek.\u00a0 \u201cJoe loves Hoss,\u201d he said and laid his head on his brother\u2019s shoulder.<\/p>\n

Surprised but pleased, Hoss replied, \u201cHoss loves Little Joe, too, punkin.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTake him inside, Hoss,\u201d Ben interrupted, \u201cand start getting him cleaned up, please.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSure thing \u2013 Adam gonna be okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe raised his head and announced.\u00a0 \u201cAdam gotta get his head \u2018zamined.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam caught Hoss\u2019s snort of laughter, and he could see his father was fighting off a grin as well.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think so,\u201d Ben finally answered, \u201cbut I\u2019ll know better when I get him settled.\u201d<\/p>\n

When the two boys had gone inside, he raised an eyebrow at his eldest.\u00a0 \u201cYour head?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c. . . if I ever volunteer to take a four-year-old on a camping trip again, yes, I\u2019ll need to have my head examined.\u00a0 Otherwise, I\u2019m fine.\u201d Adam pulled his right foot out of its stirrup and groaned as he tried to lift his leg over the back of the horse.\u00a0 \u201cWell, maybe not quite<\/em> fine . . .\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s it,\u201d Ben said, \u201ceasy . . . just let go, son, I\u2019ll catch you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam nodded and, as soon as he felt his father\u2019s hand on his leg, just slid sideways off the horse.\u00a0 Strong arms caught him, cradled him as they had just cradled his little brother.<\/p>\n

\u201cPa?\u201d\u00a0 The world spun crazily around him, and his back throbbed unmercifully where Ben\u2019s arm held him.<\/p>\n

\u201cShh.\u00a0 There\u2019ll be time enough later to tell us everything.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d he whispered and relaxed against his father\u2019s chest.\u00a0 \u201cJust don\u2019t believe Joe when he tells you about the purple and pink horsie I saw, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

His father\u2019s soft laughter rumbled in his ear, and he smiled and finally let the darkness claim him again.<\/p>\n

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THE END<\/em><\/p>\n

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So you were wondering what the challenge was?\u00a0 After a discussion of some of the more bothersome mistakes writers make, AMG wrote a \u201cDreadful Text Correction\u201d piece and challenged us to fix it.\u00a0 I [ahem] let it get a little out of hand <G>\u00a0 The accident is from AMG\u2019s piece, as is much of the dialogue in that part, though I expanded it a bit.\u00a0 The rest of the story mine.<\/em><\/p>\n

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