. Two little savages : being the adventures of two boys who lived as Indians and what they learned. With over three hundred drawings . ake no sign of a Guy insisted on showing him how, withoutany better result. Here, Sam, cried Yan, Ill bet this is a bafflerfor you. Sam turned the stick, over, selected a hopeless-looking spot, one as yet not touched by the axe,set the stick on end, poured a cup of water onthe place, then, when that had soaked in, hestruck with all his force a single straight blow atthe line where the grain spread to embrace theknot. The aim was true to a hair and th
. Two little savages : being the adventures of two boys who lived as Indians and what they learned. With over three hundred drawings . ake no sign of a Guy insisted on showing him how, withoutany better result. Here, Sam, cried Yan, Ill bet this is a bafflerfor you. Sam turned the stick, over, selected a hopeless-looking spot, one as yet not touched by the axe,set the stick on end, poured a cup of water onthe place, then, when that had soaked in, hestruck with all his force a single straight blow atthe line where the grain spread to embrace theknot. The aim was true to a hair and the blockflew open. Hooray! shouted Little Beaver in admiration. Pooh! said Sapwood. That was just couldnt do that again. Not to the same stick! retorted Yan. Herecognized the consummate skill and the clevernessof knowing that the cup of water was just what wasneeded to rob the wood of its spring and turn thebalance. But Guy continued contemptuously, I had itstarted for him. / think that should count a cotip, said LittleBeaver. Coup nothin, snorted the Third War Chief,in scorn. Ill give you something to do thatll try 395. Two Little Savages if you can chop. Kin you chop a six-inch tree dowein three minutes an throw it up the wind ? What kind o tree? asked the Woodpecker. Oh, any kind. Ill bet you five dollars I kin cut down a six-inch White Pine in two minutes an throw it any wayI want to. You pick out the spot for me to lay it with a stake an Ill drive the stake. I dont think any of the Tribe has five dollars tobet. If you can do it well give you a grand coupfeather, answered Little Beaver. No spring pole, said Guy, eager to make itimpossible. All right, replied the Woodpecker; Ill do itwithout using a spring pole. So he whetted up his axe, tried the lower marginof the head, found it was a trifle out of the true—thatis, its under curve centred, not on the handle onespan down, but half an inch out from the nail driven into the point of the axe-eye cor
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