Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1933-11-26
BY ". BOYCE MORGAN.
INSTALLMENT 1.

SlALLMENI L.
1T WAS three hours past dawn a gray
morning in early Winter A pinch layer
of freshly fallen snow carpeted the fields
and woods. and lay in long mounded ridges
on the branches of the trees.
Along a narrow path that wound
through thick underbrush trudged three boys
They walked silently, in Indian fashion, and
they resembled Indians in still another way.
Each carried long, polished bow, and from
the belt Of each hung a culver Of brightly
feathered arrows.
Their costumes however, would never have
permitted an observer to mistake them for
real Indians. They wore long wooden socks
inside high leather boots into which were
tucked wel-worn breecheS. Heavy wooden
shirts, open at the neck were worn over other
shirts as protection from the cold. And one of
the boys carried very modern haversack
slung his back while another bore an
equally modern, although somewhat dented,
coffee pot
Suddenly the short, stocky boy who was
second in line, paused
Hey Bill" he said to the boy in front OF
him. suppose an Indian stuck his head out
from behind that tree. What would you do?'
The boy in the lead also stopped. He quickly
fexed the long bow that he carried and Topped
the string over the mock at the top. Then his
right hand went to the CULVER at his side. ana
view IOI III all dIIOW bearing d Sleel pOull.
which tree?" he demanded
THAT pine right beside the trail" the stocky
boy replied, pointing
DILL TRAVERS stood with left arm ex-
- tended. bow in hand. Slowly the fingers
Of his right hand drew the string back until
it was even with his chin. With left eye closed.
he aimed carefully over the arrow point rest
ing on the base of his thumb
The other boys stood tense in the trail Sud-
denly the middle three fingers of Bills hand
Strengthened The arrow sped swiftly toward
the pine tree and imbedded itself in the very
middle of the trunk, where it remained CULVER
ing. Only then did Bill relax his pose ana
follow it with his eye
I'm the gold!' cried the stocky boy enthusi-
astically. And another redskin bites the
dust!"
Bill grinned as he walked forward to salvage
the arrow.
TRY and find the dust!' he commented.
Bill Travers and his closest friend, George
Dunn, had devoted themselves to many differ
ent hobbies in their comparatively short lives,
but never had they thought of archery until
Stubby Cooper moved to Boltensville the little
town where Bill and George lived. He had
brought with him from the Pacific Coast
bow and many arrows, not to speak of an en-
tirely new vocabulary featuring such express
SlOnS as point OF alm," 40 o'clock red"
mock" "tab.' make gold" and 'the loose"
Stubby was an enthusiastic archer, and no
sooner had he met Bill and George than he
set about interesting them in the hobby. They
found it fascinating On top Of that, they
discovered that Mr.. Egbert, one of the instruc-
tors in the district high school, was a devotee
of the sport, and he became their guide and
teacher.
IRON that time on. archery was the ruling
, passion of the three boys. They utilized
their manual training classes to make bows
and arrows with infinite care They faithfully
practiced at every opportunity, on a range
which they set up in field near Bills home
and soon they were boasting proudly of their
ability to place an lend" of six arrows in or
very close to the "gold," the center of the
target.
Target shooting all well enough but
they had been anxiously waiting for the first
snow of Winter to go on real hunting expe-
dition. Stubby was particularly eager for the