said Tom, bundling his gold into a bag and looking very sober; for some of the miners were wild fellows, and might kill him for the sake of that great lump.
But the fly sang again,--
"Slip away with me, And you will see What a wise little thing am I; For the road I show No man can know, Since it"s up in the pathless sky."
Then they followed Buzz to a quiet nook in the wood; and there were the eagle and his mate waiting to fly away with them so fast and so far that no one could follow. Rosy and the bag of gold were put on the mother eagle; Tom sat astride the king bird; and away they flew to a great city, where the little girl and her father lived happily together all their lives.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Poor Billy dangling from a bough, high above the ground.
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VII.
HOW THEY RAN AWAY.
Two little boys sat on the fence whittling arrows one fine day. Said one little boy to the other little boy,--
"Let"s do something jolly."
"All right. What will we do?"
"Run off to the woods and be hunters."
"What can we hunt?"
"Bears and foxes."
"Mullin says there ain"t any round here."
"Well, we can shoot squirrels and snare woodchucks."
"Have n"t got any guns and trap."
"We "ve got our bows, and I found an old trap behind the barn."
"What will we eat?"
"Here "s our lunch; and when that"s gone we can roast the squirrels and cook the fish on a stick. I know how."
"Where will you get the fire?"
"Got matches in my pocket."
"I "ve got a lot of things we could use. Let"s see."
And as if satisfied at last, cautious Billy displayed his treasures, while bold Tommy did the same.
Besides the two knives there were strings, nails, matches, a piece of putty, fish-hooks, and two very dirty handkerchiefs.
"There, sir, that "s a first-rate fit-out for hunters; and with the jolly basket of lunch Mrs. Mullin gave us, we can get on tip-top for two or three days," said Tommy, eager to be off.
"Where shall we sleep?" asked Billy, who liked to be comfortable both night and day.
"Oh, up in trees or on beds of leaves, like the fellows in our books.
If you are afraid, stay at home; I "m going to have no end of a good time." And Tommy crammed the things back into his pockets as if there were no time to lose.
"Pooh! I ain"t afraid. Come on!" And jumping down Billy caught up his rod, rather ashamed of his many questions.
No one was looking at them, and they might have walked quietly off; but that the "running away" might be all right, both raced down the road, tumbled over a wall, and dashed into the woods as if a whole tribe of wild Indians were after them.
"Do you know the way?" panted Billy, when at last they stopped for breath.
"Yes, it winds right up the mountain; but we "d better not keep to it, or some one will see us and take us back. We are going to be _real_ hunters and have adventures; so we must get lost, and find our way by the sun and the stars," answered Tommy, who had read so many Boys" Books his little head was a jumble of Texan Rangers, African Explorers, and Buffalo Bills; and he burned to outdo them all.
"What will our mothers say if we really get lost?" asked Billy, always ready with a question.
"Mine won"t fuss. She lets me do what I like."
That was true; for Tommy"s poor mamma was tired of trying to keep the lively little fellow in order, and had got used to seeing him come out of all his sc.r.a.pes without much harm.
"Mine will be scared; she "s always afraid I "m going to get hurt, so I "m careful. But I guess I "ll risk it, and have some fun to tell about when we go home," said Billy, trudging after Captain Tommy, who always took the lead.
These eleven-year-old boys were staying with their mothers at a farm-house up among the mountains; and having got tired of the tame bears, the big barn, the trout brook, the thirty colts at pasture, and the society of the few little girls and younger boys at the hotel near by, these fine fellows longed to break loose and "rough it in the bush,"
as the hunters did in their favorite stories.
Away they went, deeper and deeper into the great forest that covered the side of the mountain. A pleasant place that August day; for it was cool and green, with many brooks splashing over the rocks, or lying in brown pools under the ferns. Squirrels chattered and raced in the tall pines; now and then a gray rabbit skipped out of sight among the brakes, or a strange bird flew by. Here and there blackberries grew in the open places, sa.s.safras bushes were plentiful, and black-birch bark was ready for chewing.
"Don"t you call this nice?" asked Tommy, pausing at last in a little dell where a noisy brook came tumbling down the mountain side, and the pines sung overhead.
"Yes; but I "m awful hungry. Let"s rest and eat our lunch," said Billy, sitting down on a cushion of moss.
"You always want to be stuffing and resting," answered st.u.r.dy Tommy, who liked to be moving all the time.
He took the fishing-basket, which hung over his shoulder by a strap, and opened it carefully; for good Mrs. Mullin had packed a nice lunch of bread and b.u.t.ter, cake and peaches, with a bottle of milk, and two large pickles slipped in on the sly to please the boys.
Tommy"s face grew very sober as he looked in, for all he saw was a box of worms for bait and an old jacket.
"By George! we "ve got the wrong basket. This is Mullin"s, and he "s gone off with our prog. Won"t he be mad?"
"Not as mad as I am. Why did n"t you look? You are always in such a hurry to start. What _shall_ we do now without anything to eat?" whined Billy; for losing his lunch was a dreadful blow to him.
"We shall have to catch some fish and eat blackberries. Which will you do, old cry-baby?" said Tommy, laughing at the other boy"s dismal face.