Clint Burgess had his knife out, and was opening the big blade, but Prop Corning stopped him.
"Hold on, Clint. Let"s practice on some of the little ones first.
Besides, we don"t want to carry the big one too far after it"s done. We might drop it and break it."
"That"s so," said Clint. "I say, Phil, where"ll we go?"
"Up behind the corn-crib--close to the barn; best place in the world to hide "em till we want "em. The Sewing Society don"t half get here till pretty near tea-time."
"We"ll show "em something."
"Teach the girls, too, not to laugh at fellows of our age."
"It"s too bad. When a man gets to be thirteen, it"s time they let him come in to tea."
That was where the rules of the Plumville Sewing Society were pinching the self-esteem of Phil Merritt and his two friends, and Phil"s father and his uncle and his two grown-up brothers had gravely expressed their entire sympathy, even to the extent of furnishing unlimited pumpkins.
That was a large pumpkin. It had grown by itself in a corner of the corn field, where it had plenty of room, and, as Clint Burgess remarked when they were rolling it in behind the corn-crib, "it had just sat still and swelled."
Prop Corning was the best hand any of them knew of with a jackknife, and he knew all about jack-o"-lanterns; but they all had learned more by the time they had worked up four of the smaller pumpkins.
"They look more like big apples alongside that other."
"That"s the King Pumpkin."
"That"s it," shouted Prop. "We"ll make the King Jack-o"-lantern. I"ll show you! Phil, you run to the house for a big iron spoon."
"To scoop with? I know. The rind"ll be awful thick."
So they found it; and the outer sh.e.l.l was so hard that Phil went to the tool-room after one of his father"s small key saws and a gimlet.
"Now we won"t break our knives, nor the sh.e.l.l either."
"Nor cut our fingers. But we must keep every piece of sh.e.l.l we cut out,"
said Prop. "I"ve got a big idea in my head."
"Big as that pumpkin?"
"Big as the whole Sewing Society. We want a piece out of the top first, about six inches square."
The top piece came out nicely, and it was a wonder what a ma.s.s of seeds and pulp was pulled out after it.
Then the spoon was plied till the boys all had a turn at getting tired of sc.r.a.ping, and then Prop Corning went to work with the little saw.
"I"ll just cut through the rind," he said, "and we won"t make a hole anywhere. We"ll cut the pieces out so they"ll all stick in again, and then we"ll scoop the places thin from the inside--thin as we want "em, and no thinner. When we come to light it up out here after dark, and try it, we can sc.r.a.pe any spots thinner if they need it."
"That"s the way. You never know just how a jack-o"-lantern"s going to look till after you"ve got a candle in it," said Clint Burgess, very seriously. "We must make this one so it would scare a cow if she"d been eating pumpkins all day."
"There," remarked Prop, "that round spot down there"ll stand for his chin. Now for his mouth. We must make it turn up at the corners, and have teeth like a mill saw."
That was the hardest kind of a thing to do, and do it right; but Prop was a patient worker, and there was nothing to be said against such a mouth as he sawed for that pumpkin.
"He mustn"t have too much nose. Two round holes at the bottom: they"re his smellers. Then a long slit away up to above his eyes; that"s the bridge of his nose, and they"ll have to imagine the rest of it."
"Can we give him any cheeks?" asked Phil, doubtfully.
"Yes, but there mustn"t too much light come through "em. It"s to be a Goblin King, and they always have most fire coming out of their mouths and eyes."
Clint and Phil both admitted that Prop was right about that, but they ventured to suggest, "He won"t be a King worth a cent if we don"t give him some kind of a crown."
"Crown? You wait and see. His teeth won"t be anything to the crown we"ll put on him. But I mustn"t lose a square inch of the rind. He must have ears too--a half-moon on each side--and you can let any amount of blaze shine out there."
It was a long job of sculptor work; but when it was done the three boys could hardly take their eyes away from it. Not until Prop had carefully fitted back to their places all the pieces of rind he had sawed out.
There was nothing to be done after that but for Prop and Clint to go home and attend to their "ch.o.r.es," and for Phil to go after his cows; but the Sewing Society had an experience before it that evening.
It was just as Phil Merritt said it would be about their coming together, and his mother had never before seen him so cheerful and willing about doing all he could, and about not going in to tea with the rest. His father noticed it too, and he whispered to him, once, "Phil, did you take the pumpkin?"
"Don"t let "em know a word about it, father," said Phil, anxiously.
"You"ll see, by-and-by."
"All right, Phil. I"ll wait."
He had to wait until about nine o"clock, and some of the ladies were almost ready to go home, when suddenly there was a great noise out by the front gate.
"What"s that?"
"Dear me!"
"Something"s happened!"
Whoever made that sound must have been dreadfully unhappy about something; they all felt sure of that--and there was a grand rush to the front door and the windows.
"Sakes alive!"
"What can it be?"
"Mrs. Merritt, there"s somethin" awful a-stickin" on the top of one o"
your gate posts."
So there was, indeed. Something very large and round, and that looked very dark in spite of strange, mysterious rays of light that crept out of it here and there.
The whole gate post looked like a wooden man without any arms, but with more head than would have answered for half a dozen such men.
n.o.body in the house heard Prop Corning whisper at that moment across the front-door walk, "Keep down, Clint, keep under the bushes. We"re all ready. Pull out his chin." And then he added, in a lower whisper, "Ain"t I glad I brought along my kite-string?--we"ve used it "most all up, but we can show "em that King."
One of the ladies, a second later, gave a little scream, and exclaimed, "Look at it now!--it"s on fire."
"Dear me!" added another, "it"s got a mouth."