Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1933-11-26

adventure as snow was a new experience in
his life. The boys admitted to themselves that
the creatures of the woods would be fairly safe
from their attacks, but they did hope that they
might bag an unwary rabbit.
Anyway" Stubby pointed out at will be
more fun than hunting with a gun, and If we
don't get anything, SO much the better for
Mr.. Rabbit"
And SO on this Saturday morning they had
started out for the woods prepared to make a
day Of it. So far they had seen only one
rabbit, and he had been far away that their
arrows went Wild However they had done
little shooting from time to time, as when
Stubby discovered the imaginary Indian be-
hind tree
~ replaced the recovered arrow in his
culver, Il don't know what our Indian would
have been doing to you while you were care
fully getting ready to shoot him."
He'd probably have been shooting at u.s.
and missing by q mile scoffed George "The
Indians weren't such good marksmen. in spite
OF the stories you read about them. Their
equipment was so crude that they had to be
top of anything before they could hit it.
That's why they had to be such experts at
stalking game. They wouldn't have eaten
regularly, otherwise"
But how about Hiawatha?" demanded
Stubby. Remember how he shot arrows so
fast and so far that he could keep 10 in the
air at once?"
Bunk" said Bill scornfully ct was talking
to Mr.. Egbert about that the other day. He
said one of the champion archers of today
had tried that stunt. with the best possible
kind of special equipment for fast shooting
And seven arrows in the air at once was the
best he could do
Sure" said George. But it made good
story, anyway"
The boys had traversed the stretch of wood
land, and now had emerged into the fields
that bordered 1t. A short distance away stood
lone farm house, gray smoke curling lazily
from its chimney. Beyond the farm lay
other stretch of woods. and toward this they
--~"' made Their va
tJI JuSt as tley were about to cross the
- rough road that led past the farm house
down to the State highway few miles dis
tant sudden shout made them pause. Look
ing for the source of the cry. they saw man
running toward them from the farm.
wonder what he wants?" said George as
they halted in the road. "And what's he
carrying?"
'It looks like shotgun to me-" said stubby
excitedly. "And he looks as though he were
good and sore about something"
The boys now eyed the approaching farmer
with some concern. Il just hope he doesn't
shoot first and ask questions afterward." Bill
grunted.
and now they could see that his face was grim.
He halted short distance away, and holding
his shotgun menacingly before him, regarded
them closely.
who are you?" he demanded "And what
are you doing with those things?" He indicated
the bows and arrows with wave Of the gun
muzze.
We're not doing any HARM" replied Bill
I'VE live over in Boltensville, and we're just
out for hike. We thought we might get
bunny or two if we were lucky"
With them?" the farmer said incredulously.
He studied the boys further, evidently some
what treasured by their youth. "You weren't
around here last night, were you? Somebody
was in my chicken house, and if catch him,
I'm going to fill him full Of buckshot."
mot guilty." said Bill, with grin. I'VE
didn't leave home until this morning"
THE farmer slowly lowered the shotgun. "Al
! right" he said, with a rather grudging
smile. 81 hope you get a lot of rabbits. The
pests simply wreck my truck garden"
ffWerI prOI,TN Pill assured him