Crawford avalanche., 1899-06-29
What Happened.
HIS is what happened TO boy on,


GO HIS is what happened to boy one
Fourth of July. / was not the boy,
- because / chanced to be a girl; but
know him very well, and he told me
about it yesterday.
He was called Dick, though it was not
his real name. He and his friend, Bob
Shannon, had been having a glorious time
all day, on this particular Fourth.
They began at 5 o'clock in the morning,
with fish horns and torpedoes, then at q
o'clock came the Antiques and Horri-
bles," and the two boys followed them all
over town, miles and miles, till their feet
were sore, and their voices hoarse with
shouting. Such a sight as the Antiques
and Horribles' used to be! l remember
that myself, if was "only girl"
They were dressed in rags and tatters,
with their masked faces grinning horribly
under ridiculous old hats. They blew huge
tin horns, hooted and yelled, and were
surrounded by crowd of shrieking boys,
who tried to out-hoot and out-yell them.
What delightful moment was that,
when, after my little heart had stood still
with fright at the near approach of an
awful monster, with a negro's face and
billy goats horns, the face was suddenly
removed, and l saw the smiling, ruddy
face Of Sam Judkins, the grocer's boy,
greeting me with the customary Hello,
sissy
As a rule, it was an insult to be called
Sissy, and could not abide it; but at that
moment it was music in my ears.
Well, Bob Shannon and Dick followed
the "Horribles" to the end, and then they
went home and had breakfast. After that
they fred off crackers in the back yard,
with occasional concerts ON the fish horn
till noon; and then they went and took a
swim. Refreshed by the cool water, they
felt equal to anything, and gladly joined
the party that was going to fire off the old
BRASS cannon in the vacant lot behind the
school house. This was truly martial
joy.
Dick, who was a boy of lively imagina-
ton, felt like Napoleon (before Waterloo,
and Wellington and Grant before Rich
mond, all rolled into one, and forgot that
Alexander and Leonidas, his favorite he
roes of antiquity. knew nothing about the
joys of gunpowder, and had never heard
the "crack." "bangw the sharp squirt of
the match and the soft "f-z-z-z!" of tire
powder which make boys hearts leap to-
day.
By-and-by the old cannon broke, as ev-
eryone supposed it would, and strange to
say, no one was hurt.
'.Its all nonsense" said Dick, "about
boys getting hurt so much on the Fourth
of July. That is, of course boys do get
hurt, but it's only the stupid fellows who
don't know beans. A fellow who knows
what he's about has no need 10 get hurt
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powder that's left"
or course, that would be great fun, and
make fitting link of delight between the
day and the crowning joy of the evening
fireworks. Where should they go to fire
the powder? Why, the fiat gravel roof on
the ell of Dicks house would be the very
place-of course it would!
"Come alongw
1t was nice and hot on the roof in the
afternoon sun; the boys liked it hot. Care
fully they poured the remaining powder
out Of the horn, making a pleasant little
heap beside the stout chimney, which was
to be their bulwark and place of defense.
Then they laid the trail. very scientific
ally, round the chimney, and then they
stood and looked at ii little while, tasting
the pure joy Of anticipation, and quite
sure that there were no boys so happy or
so fortunate as they were in the world OF
Boston.
''Shall we touch il off now? Oh, wait
just minute! think what fun ii will be,
wasn't it lucky we got this old horn? 1t
holds such jolly lot. Hi! won't the folks
in the street jump? Come on, Dick, let's
set her off now"
"All right! Get behind the chimney,
and I'll touch her off. Oh, l say. isn't
this fun"
Bob hid himself behind the chimney
Dick, slow match in hand, got well out OF
the way, as he thought. and with shout
of triumph touched off the fuse.
A binding flash, hiss. as of fifty wild
cats tied by their tails and turned into the
standing corn OF the Philistines, and then
a loud cry, as if the Philstines, or some
body, were having an exceedingly hard
time of Ii.
Dick crouched down, with his hands
pressed to his biackened face, and Bob
bent over him in genuine concern.
II say, Dick, old man, are you much
hurtr"
"Oh, don't knowl It's my eyes l care
about, that's all. can't see anything"
"Come along down to the. doctor, old
man. Shall ] take. your handT'