To remember it was once called the hand torch. I was a Boy Scout in a Boy Scout age, when kids, at least of the XY type, were supposed to be out there – outdoors. It was thought healthy, vigorous, perhaps by chance useful, to admit as a farmkid we had no choice in the matter, outdoors it was.
The équipe, as the French would cast the word, for the outdoor kid was a modest and short list: pup tent, cook kit, jackknife, kitchen matches (two ought do), canteen, specifically the official Boy Scout model about the size of a large pancake, this of what was then high-tech aluminum.
The canteen was shaped like a flying saucer with a drab olive cover to give it a martial air, embossed with the Official Boy Scout insignia. Only to add a hatchet to the list, and last to this official list of outdoor kid regalia was a … hand torch.