Poor Billy dangling from a bough, high above the ground. PAGE 43.]
HOW THEY RAN AWAY
Two little boys sat on the fence whittling arrows one fine day. Said onelittle boy to the other little boy,--
"Let's do something jolly."
"All right. What will we do?"
"Run off to the woods and be hunters."
"What can we hunt?"
"Bears and foxes."
"Mullin says there ain't any round here."
"Well, we can shoot squirrels and snare woodchucks."
"Haven't got any guns and trap."
"We've got our bows, and I found an old trap behind the barn."
"What will we eat?"
"Here's our lunch; and when that's gone we can roast the squirrels andcook the fish on a stick. I know how."
"Where will you get the fire?"
"Got matches in my pocket."
"I've got a lot of things we could use. Let's see."
And as if satisfied at last, cautious Billy displayed his treasures,while bold Tommy did the same.
Besides the two knives there were strings, nails, matches, a piece ofputty, fish-hooks, and two very dirty handkerchiefs.
"There, sir, that's a first-rate fit-out for hunters; and with the jollybasket of lunch Mrs. Mullin gave us, we can get on tip-top for two orthree days," said Tommy, eager to be off.
"Where shall we sleep?" asked Billy, who liked to be comfortable bothnight and day.
"Oh, up in trees or on beds of leaves, like the fellows in our books. Ifyou are afraid, stay at home; I'm going to have no end of a good time."And Tommy crammed the things back into his pockets as if there were notime to lose.
"Pooh! I ain't afraid. Come on!" And jumping down Billy caught up hisrod, rather ashamed of his many questions.
No one was looking at them, and they might have walked quietly off; butthat the "running away" might be all right, both raced down the road,tumbled over a wall, and dashed into the woods as if a whole tribe ofwild Indians were after them.
"Do you know the way?" panted Billy, when at last they stopped forbreath.
"Yes, it winds right up the mountain; but we'd better not keep to it, orsome one will see us and take us back. We are going to be _real_ huntersand have adventures; so we must get lost, and find our way by the sunand the stars," answered Tommy, who had read so many Boys' Books hislittle head was a jumble of Texan Rangers, African Explorers, andBuffalo Bills; and he burned to outdo them all.
"What will our mothers say if we really get lost?" asked Billy, alwaysready with a question.
"Mine won't fuss. She lets me do what I like."
That was true; for Tommy's poor mamma was tired of trying to keep thelively little fellow in order, and had got used to seeing him come outof all his scrapes without much harm.
"Mine will be scared; she's always afraid I'm going to get hurt, so I'mcareful. But I guess I'll risk it, and have some fun to tell about whenwe go home," said Billy, trudging after Captain Tommy, who always tookthe lead.
These eleven-year-old boys were staying with their mothers at afarm-house up among the mountains; and having got tired of the tamebears, the big barn, the trout brook, the thirty colts at pasture, andthe society of the few little girls and younger boys at the hotel nearby, these fine fellows longed to break loose and "rough it in the bush,"as the hunters did in their favorite stories.
Away they went, deeper and deeper into the great forest that covered theside of the mountain. A pleasant place that August day; for it was cooland green, with many brooks splashing over the rocks, or lying in brownpools under the ferns. Squirrels chattered and raced in the tall pines;now and then a gray rabbit skipped out of sight among the brakes, or astrange bird flew by. Here and there blackberries grew in the openplaces, sassafras bushes were plentiful, and black-birch bark was readyfor chewing.
"Don't you call this nice?" asked Tommy, pausing at last in a littledell where a noisy brook came tumbling down the mountain side, and thepines sung overhead.
"Yes; but I'm awful hungry. Let's rest and eat our lunch," said Billy,sitting down on a cushion of moss.
"You always want to be stuffing and resting," answered sturdy Tommy, wholiked to be moving all the time.
He took the fishing-basket, which hung over his shoulder by a strap, andopened it carefully; for good Mrs. Mullin had packed a nice lunch ofbread and butter, cake and peaches, with a bottle of milk, and two largepickles slipped in on the sly to please the boys.
Tommy's face grew very sober as he looked in, for all he saw was a boxof worms for bait and an old jacket.
"By George! we've got the wrong basket. This is Mullin's, and he's goneoff with our prog. Won't he be mad?"
"Not as mad as I am. Why didn't you look? You are always in such a hurryto start. What _shall_ we do now without anything to eat?" whined Billy;for losing his lunch was a dreadful blow to him.
"We shall have to catch some fish and eat blackberries. Which will youdo, old cry-baby?" said Tommy, laughing at the other boy's dismal face.
"I'll fish; I'm so tired I can't go scratching round after berries. Idon't love 'em either." And Billy began to fix his line and bait hishook.
"Lucky we got the worms; you can eat 'em if you can't wait for fish,"said Tommy, bustling about to empty the basket and pile up their fewpossessions in a heap. "There's a quiet pool below here, you go and fishthere. I'll pick the berries, and then show you how to get dinner in thewoods. This is our camp; so fly round and do your best."
Then Tommy ran off to a place near by where he had seen the berries,while Billy found a comfortable nook by the pool, and sat scowling atthe water so crossly, it was a wonder any trout came to his hook. Butthe fat worms tempted several small ones, and he cheered up at theprospect of food. Tommy whistled while he picked, and in half an hourcame back with two quarts of nice berries and an armful of dry sticksfor the fire.
"We'll have a jolly dinner, after all," he said, as the flames wentcrackling up, and the dry leaves made a pleasant smell.
"Got four, but don't see how we'll ever cook 'em; no frying-pan,"grumbled Billy, throwing down the four little trout, which he had halfcleaned.
"Don't want any. Broil 'em on the coals, or toast 'em on a forked stick.I'll show you how," said cheerful Tommy, whittling away, and feeding hisfire as much like a real hunter as a small boy could be.
While he worked, Billy ate berries and sighed for bread and butter. Atlast, after much trouble, two of the trout were half cooked and eagerlyeaten by the hungry boys. But they were very different from the nicebrown ones Mrs. Mullin gave them; for in spite of Tommy's struggles theywould fall in the ashes, and there was no salt to eat with them. By thetime the last were toasted, the young hunters were so hungry they couldhave eaten anything, and not a berry was left.
"I set the trap down there, for I saw a hole among the vines, and Ishouldn't wonder if we got a rabbit or something," said Tommy, when thelast bone was polished. "You go and catch some more fish, and I'll seeif I have caught any old chap as he went home to dinner."
Off ran Tommy; and the other boy went slowly back to the brook, wishingwith all his might he was at home eating sweet corn and berry pie.
The trout had evidently gone to their dinners, for not one bite did poorBilly get; and he was just falling asleep when a loud shout gave himsuch a fright that he tumbled into the brook up to his knees.
"I've got him! Come and see! He's a bouncer," roared Tommy, from theberry bushes some way off.
Billy scrambled out, and went as fast as his wet boots would let him, tosee what the prize was. He found Tommy dancing wildly round a fat grayanimal, who was fighting to get his paws out of the trap, and making aqueer noise as he struggled about.
"What is it?" asked Billy, getting behind a tree as fast as possible;for the thing looked fierce, and he was very timid.
"A raccoon, I guess, or a big woodchuck. Won't his fur make a fine cap?I guess the other fellows will wish they'd come with us," said Tom
my,prancing to and fro, without the least idea what to do with thecreature.
"He'll bite. We'd better run away and wait till he's dead," said Billy.
"Wish he'd got his head in, then I could carry him off; but he does looksavage, so we'll have to leave him awhile, and get him when we comeback. But he's a real beauty." And Tommy looked proudly at the bunch ofgray fur scuffling in the sand.
"Can we ever eat him?" asked hungry Billy, ready for a fried crocodileif he could get it.
"If he's a raccoon, we can; but I don't know
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