Stories of the Saints by Candle-Light — Reading Companion
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This was where they were to sleep. It consisted of a courtyard, a couple of stalls, a coach-house, a shed, and two tiny rooms. Akela occupied one of these, and the Cubs were divided into two groups. The Stable was in charge of Bert, the Senior Sixer, and in his stall he had Bunny (a Second), Dick (a big Cub very nearly ready to go up to the Scouts), and Patsy, a small but lively Irishman. Sam, another Sixer, had in his stall four young terrors--Terry, Wooler, Jack, and "Spongey" Ward. Then there was the coach-house. This was in charge of Bill, the last Senior Sixer, now a Cub Instructor. The other occupants were Jim, a Sixer (Bill's young brother), "Mac," a Second, two brothers, "Big Andy" and "Little Andy," and a rather new Cub called Bob.
It took a good while to stuff the palliasses with straw and unpack. But when this was finished everyone had a good wash and changed into cool old clothes--shorts and cotton shirts. Tea followed, in a jolly old garden behind the bake-house. There was a seesaw in it, and the grass was long and soft, and the shade of the apple-trees very cool. Then the party ran up the hill to the camp field. Here there was a lot to do: the bell tent to be pitched, the fireplace made, wood to be chopped, water fetched, all the pots and pans unpacked, a swing and a couple of hammocks to be put up, the two great sacks of loaves to be fetched, and, oh! a hundred other things. But all the Cubs set to and did their best, and at last all was ready.
"Now for the shore!" said Akela, and everyone cheered and ran for their towels and bathing-drawers. It was only a few minutes' walk down to the most lovely shore you can imagine--stretches and stretches of golden sand and little, lapping waves. On one side you could see rocky points running down into the greeny-blue sea, with trees growing right down to the shore. An old, brown-sailed coal barge moved slowly past on the gentle wind, the many browns of its patched sails forming a rich splash of colour in the evening sun. The Cubs soon turned into "water babies." Boots and stockings had been left behind at the Stable, and now they got rid of clothes as well. How cool the sea was! That first bathe seemed to wash away all the heat and smoke and grubbiness of dear old London.
After the bathe came a splendid paddle among brown, sea-weedy rocks, and the Cubs caught their first baby crabs and found their first shells, and got just as wet as they liked.
But the sun was sinking down behind the grey line of sea, and the clock there is inside every Cub was telling supper-time. So, with hands full of sea-weed and shells, they made their way back to camp.
The camp-fire was burning merrily. "Godmother," in a large blue overall, was stirring a steaming dixie of cocoa, and "Mother and Father" were cutting up bread and cheese.
After supper there was time for a little play in the field. Then, as it began to get dusk, a whistle-blast called the Cubs in for night prayers. It was still quite light enough to read, so each Cub had a little homemade book of Morning and Night Camp Prayers. Kneeling in a quiet corner of the field, with just the evening sky overhead, with a pale star or two beginning to appear, it was easy to feel God near and to pray. The camp prayers started with "A prayer that we may pray well." It was a very old prayer, really, but it seemed just to fit the Cubs, and help them to _do their best_ in their prayers as in all other things. The prayer was this: "Open Thou, O Lord, my mouth to bless Thy Holy Name; cleanse also my heart from wandering thoughts, so that I may worthily, devoutly, and attentively recite these prayers, and deserve to be heard in the sight of Thy Divine Majesty. Through Christ Our Lord. Amen." Then followed the "Our Father" and some short prayers. And after that the Cubs said altogether: "I confess to Almighty God that I have sinned against Him in thought, word, and deed." Then Akela read out very slowly the following questions, and each Cub answered them in his heart--not out loud, but silently, for God only to hear:
"Have I done my best to pray well when saying my private prayers and at camp prayers?
"Have I really meant to please God to-day?
"Have I done my best in my orderly duties, and in other things I have had to do?
The book opens not with a saint but with fifteen London Cubs packed into a train carriage, singing a Pack chorus at full volume. Their Old Wolf—the narrator—sets the scene on a green island with rocky shores and blue sea, where each night the Cubs gather on their palliasses in pyjamas to hear a story by candle-light. This framing device is not decorative: the Cubs’ own reactions—shouting, jumping, looking forward to the story during a shrimping expedition—become part of the reading experience. The reader is invited to imagine sharing the camp, and the saint stories are presented as true, just like the Cubs’ own adventures.
A Camp-Framed Structure
The table of contents lists nine days in camp and nine stories by candle-light. Each chapter pairs a day’s camp activities with a saint’s life. The first day, for example, covers the journey to camp and then the story of St. Benedict. The fifth day (Sunday) begins St. Francis, and the sixth day continues him. This pairing means the saint narratives are always interrupted by the camp frame: Akela stops the story at a dramatic moment, saying, “That’s a good stop… we will keep it for to-morrow night.” The reader experiences the same pause the Cubs do.
The camp sections are brief but vivid: the train departure, the singing, the anticipation. They give the saint stories a rhythm of expectation and reward. The Cubs’ own voices—yelling “Are we down-hearted?”—keep the tone lively and grounded. The structure suggests the book was designed for reading aloud, one day at a time, with natural stopping points.
The Narrator’s Voice and the Cubs’ World
The narrator calls herself the “Old Wolf,” a term from the Wolf Cub scouting movement. She addresses the Cubs directly and refers to them by their pack roles. The dedication names “Sixer Frank Sparks” and “Second Bob Smith” as “two faithful Cubs.” This is not a detached hagiography; it is a camp leader’s storytelling.
The Cubs’ world is full of specific details: a “shrimping expedition,” a “paddling party,” a compartment “packed like a sardine-tin.” The narrator notes that the Cubs used to look forward to the stories all day, and sometimes in the middle of an activity one would say “Story to-night, boys!” and turn his thumbs up. These small observations build a sense of shared experience. The reader is placed among the Cubs, not above them.
Saint Francis: A Case Study in the Storytelling Method
The excerpts from the St. Francis story show how Barclay adapts hagiography for young listeners. She focuses on concrete, dramatic episodes: Francis stripping off his clothes before the bishop, being thrown in a ditch by robbers, begging for stones, and forcing himself to eat scraps. The language is direct: “Rise up, thou lazy one,” he says to himself. The narrative includes Francis’s internal struggle—he feels sick at the thought of eating the scraps—but does not dwell on theology.
The story is broken into two parts, with Akela stopping at the moment Francis begins his “great adventure.” This cliffhanger mirrors the camp structure. Barclay also inserts explanatory asides: “he was learning to conquer himself.” The saint is presented as a relatable figure who overcomes reluctance, not a remote ideal. The robbers scene, with its snowy ditch, is vivid and memorable.
What the Excerpts Leave Unfinished
The excerpts cover only the first day and parts of the fifth and sixth days. The full book includes St. Guthlac, St. Martin, St. Edmund, St. Antony, St. Patrick, and St. George. From the table of contents, it is clear that St. Francis receives two chapters, suggesting he is a central figure. The other saints are each given one day.
The camp narrative is also incomplete in the excerpts: we see the departure but not the return. The closing chapter is titled “Good-bye,” which implies the camp ends and the Cubs go home. The reader cannot know from the excerpts how the frame concludes—whether the Cubs’ experiences are tied back to the saints’ examples, or whether the camp story remains separate. The book’s subtitle, “Nine Days in Camp, and Nine Stories by Candle-Light,” promises both threads, but their resolution is only hinted at.
Reading Stories of the Saints by Candle-Light means accepting two parallel narratives: the Cubs’ camp and the saints’ lives. The excerpts show that Barclay trusts her young audience to follow both, moving from a train carriage to a medieval Italian courtroom without confusion. The camp frame does not trivialize the saints; it gives them a context of eager listeners. For a first reading, pay attention to how the Cubs’ reactions—their shouts, their anticipation, their silence at story-time—shape the pace. The book is as much about the telling as about the tales.
That candle-lit circle of Cubs, listening to saints’ tales, always made me think how patient storytelling can be—how the night holds its breath for a good voice. There’s a similar quiet in Madeline Payne, the Detective's Daughter — Key Ideas to Explore, where shadows keep secrets too, and a clever heart matches each flicker of doubt with gentle truth.
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