. Two little savages : being the adventures of two boys who lived as Indians and what they learned. With over three hundred drawings . ts a dooer to close, then the smoke would haveto go out. They tried this, and of course some of the smokewas crowded out, but not till long after the boyswere. Seems like what does get out by the chinks issucked back agin by that there double-action flue,said Sam. It was very disappointing. The romance ofsitting by the fire in ones teepee appealed to bothof the boys, but the physical torture of the smokemade it unbearable. Their dream was dispelled,and Sam sugg
. Two little savages : being the adventures of two boys who lived as Indians and what they learned. With over three hundred drawings . ts a dooer to close, then the smoke would haveto go out. They tried this, and of course some of the smokewas crowded out, but not till long after the boyswere. Seems like what does get out by the chinks issucked back agin by that there double-action flue,said Sam. It was very disappointing. The romance ofsitting by the fire in ones teepee appealed to bothof the boys, but the physical torture of the smokemade it unbearable. Their dream was dispelled,and Sam suggested, Maybe wed better try a shanty. No, said Yan, with his usual know it can be done, because the Indians do f -nit in time. But t^ their efforts were in vain. The wigwai^Was a failure, as far as fire was concerned. It w^svery small and uncomfortable, too; the wind blev^through a hundred crevices, which grew larger as theElm bark dried and cracked. A heavy showercaught them once, and they were rather glad to bedriven into their cheerless lodge, but the raincame abundantly into the smoke-hole as well as 126. The wigwam was a failure The Wigwam through the walls, and they found it but littleprotection. Seems to me, if anything, a leetle wetter in herethan outside, said Sam, as he led in a dash for home-That night a heavy storm set in, and next daythe boys found their flimsy wigwam blown down—?nothing but a heap of ruins. Some time after, Raften asked at the table incharacteristic stern style. Bhoys, whats doindown to yer camp? Is yer wigwam finished? No good, said Sam. All blowed down. Hows that? I dunno. It smoked like everything. Wecouldnt stay in it. Couldnt a-been right made, said Raften; thenwith a sudden interest, which showed how eagerlyhe would have joined in this forty years ago, hesaid, Why dont ye make a rale taypay? Dunno how, an aint got no stuff. Wall, now, yez have been pretty good an aintbacked on the wurruk, yez kin have the ould wagonkiv
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