"
Yan took out his pocket rule and went to the stump. As soon as he laid
it on, he exclaimed "Seven and one-half inches through where you cut,"
and again he had to swing his hat and cheer.
"Well, old man, you surely did it that time. That's a grand coup if
ever I saw one," and so, notwithstanding Guy's proposal to "leave it
to Caleb," Sam got his grand Eagle feather as Axeman A1 of the Sanger
Indians.
XVIII
The Owls and The Night School
One night Sam was taking a last look at the stars before turning in. A
Horned Owl had been hooting not far away.
"_Hoo--hohoo-hoho--hoooooo_."
And as he looked, what should silently sail to the top of the medicine
pole stuck in the ground twenty yards away but the Owl.
"Yan! Yan! Give me my bow and arrow, quick. Here's a Cat-Owl--a
chicken stealer, he's fair game."
"He's only codding you, Yan," said Guy sleepily from his blanket. "I
wouldn't go."
But Yan rushed out with his own and Sam's weapons.
Sam fired at the great feathery creature, but evidently missed, for
the Owl spread its wings and sailed away.
"There goes my best arrow. That was my 'Sure-death.'"
"Pshaw!" growled Yan, as he noted the miss.
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