Page 148 - Among the camps, or, Young people's stories of the war

they had up the barricade anti had fixed the entrance ; but
tilii> was the most difficult pari;, so Jack laid clown some more
corn along the alley, and they went home.
The next day was Saturday, so they had a good day’s

work before them, and taking their dinner with them, they
started out, Jack's mother asked what lie was doing; he
said, with a smile, "Setting traps/’ When they arrived the
horse had been there, and they worked like beavers all day,

and bv dinner-time had got the entrance fixed. It worked
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beautifully. By pressing in between the two sides they gave
way and then sprang together again until they interlaced,
and pushing against them from within just pushed them
tighter together. They laid their bait down and went home.
Monday they visited the trap, but there was no horse in i t ;

the gr;]in ivas eaten without— he had been there—but inside
it was untouched. He had pushed some of the poles so that
he could nnt get in. This was a great disappointment
Jacks motto, however, was, " I f at first you don't succeed,

try, try again,” so they re fixed it. The failure had some­
what dampened their ardor.
The next afternoon, however, when they went, there was
the entrance closed, and inside, turning about continually, with
high head and wide eyes, around Lhe edges of which were
angry white rims, was the horse, He was even handsomer

than they had thought him. He was a dangerous-looking
fellow, rearing and jumping about in his efforts to get out.
Jake was wild with excitement. The next thing was to take