Page 127 - Among the camps, or, Young people's stories of the war

heavy willows on its banks ; and in the holes under the
fences and by the shelving rocks, where the water was blue
and deep, there were shining minnows, and even little perch ;

and they could be lost on rafts, for there was the pond, and
with their trousers rolled lip to their thighs they could get
on planks and pole themselves about.
But the best fun of all was “ Injins." Goodness I how
much fun there was in Injins I There were bows and
arrows, and tomahawks, and wigwams, and fires in the

woods, and painted faces, and creepingups, and scalpings,
and stealing horsey and hot pursuits, and hidings, and cap*
tures, and bringing the horses back, and the full revenge
and triumph that are dear to boys1 hearts. Injins was, of

all plays, the best. There was a dear old wonderful fellow
named Leathers tocking, who was the greatest “ Injin "-hunter
in the world. Jack knew all about him. He had a book
with him in it, and he read it and told Ja k e ; and so they
played Injins whenever they wanted real fun. It was a
beautiful place for Injins ; the hills rolled, the creeks wound

in and out among the willows, and ran through thickets into
the little river, and the woods surrounded the plantation on
ail sides, and stretched across the river to the Mont Air
place, so that the boys could cross over and play on the

other side of the thick woods,
When the war came., Jack was almost a big boy. He
thought he was quite one. He was ten years old, and grew
old two years at a time. His father went off with the army,