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They
sprang
away
,
stumbling
over
roots
and
among
vines
in
the
dark
,
no
two
plunging
in
the
same
direction
.
A
furious
blast
roared
through
the
trees
,
making
everything
sing
as
it
went
.
One
blinding
flash
after
another
came
,
and
peal
on
peal
of
deafening
thunder
.
And
now
a
drenching
rain
poured
down
and
the
rising
hurricane
drove
it
in
sheets
along
the
ground
.
The
boys
cried
out
to
each
other
,
but
the
roaring
wind
and
the
booming
thunder-blasts
drowned
their
voices
utterly
.
However
,
one
by
one
they
straggled
in
at
last
and
took
shelter
under
the
tent
,
cold
,
scared
,
and
streaming
with
water
;
but
to
have
company
in
misery
seemed
something
to
be
grateful
for
.
They
could
not
talk
,
the
old
sail
flapped
so
furiously
,
even
if
the
other
noises
would
have
allowed
them
.
The
tempest
rose
higher
and
higher
,
and
presently
the
sail
tore
loose
from
its
fastenings
and
went
winging
away
on
the
blast
.
The
boys
seized
each
others
'
hands
and
fled
,
with
many
tumblings
and
bruises
,
to
the
shelter
of
a
great
oak
that
stood
upon
the
river-bank
.
Now
the
battle
was
at
its
highest
.
Under
the
ceaseless
conflagration
of
lightning
that
flamed
in
the
skies
,
everything
below
stood
out
in
clean-cut
and
shadowless
distinctness
:
the
bending
trees
,
the
billowy
river
,
white
with
foam
,
the
driving
spray
of
spume-flakes
,
the
dim
outlines
of
the
high
bluffs
on
the
other
side
,
glimpsed
through
the
drifting
cloud-rack
and
the
slanting
veil
of
rain
.
Every
little
while
some
giant
tree
yielded
the
fight
and
fell
crashing
through
the
younger
growth
;
and
the
unflagging
thunder-peals
came
now
in
ear-splitting
explosive
bursts
,
keen
and
sharp
,
and
unspeakably
appalling
.
The
storm
culminated
in
one
matchless
effort
that
seemed
likely
to
tear
the
island
to
pieces
,
burn
it
up
,
drown
it
to
the
tree-tops
,
blow
it
away
,
and
deafen
every
creature
in
it
,
all
at
one
and
the
same
moment
.
It
was
a
wild
night
for
homeless
young
heads
to
be
out
in
.
But
at
last
the
battle
was
done
,
and
the
forces
retired
with
weaker
and
weaker
threatenings
and
grumblings
,
and
peace
resumed
her
sway
.
The
boys
went
back
to
camp
,
a
good
deal
awed
;
but
they
found
there
was
still
something
to
be
thankful
for
,
because
the
great
sycamore
,
the
shelter
of
their
beds
,
was
a
ruin
,
now
,
blasted
by
the
lightnings
,
and
they
were
not
under
it
when
the
catastrophe
happened
.
Everything
in
camp
was
drenched
,
the
camp-fire
as
well
;
for
they
were
but
heedless
lads
,
like
their
generation
,
and
had
made
no
provision
against
rain
.
Here
was
matter
for
dismay
,
for
they
were
soaked
through
and
chilled
.
They
were
eloquent
in
their
distress
;
but
they
presently
discovered
that
the
fire
had
eaten
so
far
up
under
the
great
log
it
had
been
built
against
(
where
it
curved
upward
and
separated
itself
from
the
ground
)
,
that
a
handbreadth
or
so
of
it
had
escaped
wetting
;
so
they
patiently
wrought
until
,
with
shreds
and
bark
gathered
from
the
under
sides
of
sheltered
logs
,
they
coaxed
the
fire
to
burn
again
.
Then
they
piled
on
great
dead
boughs
till
they
had
a
roaring
furnace
,
and
were
glad-hearted
once
more
.
They
dried
their
boiled
ham
and
had
a
feast
,
and
after
that
they
sat
by
the
fire
and
expanded
and
glorified
their
midnight
adventure
until
morning
,
for
there
was
not
a
dry
spot
to
sleep
on
,
anywhere
around
.
As
the
sun
began
to
steal
in
upon
the
boys
,
drowsiness
came
over
them
,
and
they
went
out
on
the
sandbar
and
lay
down
to
sleep
.
They
got
scorched
out
by
and
by
,
and
drearily
set
about
getting
breakfast
.
After
the
meal
they
felt
rusty
,
and
stiff-jointed
,
and
a
little
homesick
once
more
.
Tom
saw
the
signs
,
and
fell
to
cheering
up
the
pirates
as
well
as
he
could
.
But
they
cared
nothing
for
marbles
,
or
circus
,
or
swimming
,
or
anything
.
He
reminded
them
of
the
imposing
secret
,
and
raised
a
ray
of
cheer
.
While
it
lasted
,
he
got
them
interested
in
a
new
device
.
This
was
to
knock
off
being
pirates
,
for
a
while
,
and
be
Indians
for
a
change
.
They
were
attracted
by
this
idea
;
so
it
was
not
long
before
they
were
stripped
,
and
striped
from
head
to
heel
with
black
mud
,
like
so
many
zebras
--
all
of
them
chiefs
,
of
course
--
and
then
they
went
tearing
through
the
woods
to
attack
an
English
settlement
.
By
and
by
they
separated
into
three
hostile
tribes
,
and
darted
upon
each
other
from
ambush
with
dreadful
war-whoops
,
and
killed
and
scalped
each
other
by
thousands
.
It
was
a
gory
day
.
Consequently
it
was
an
extremely
satisfactory
one
.
They
assembled
in
camp
toward
supper-time
,
hungry
and
happy
;
but
now
a
difficulty
arose
--
hostile
Indians
could
not
break
the
bread
of
hospitality
together
without
first
making
peace
,
and
this
was
a
simple
impossibility
without
smoking
a
pipe
of
peace
.
There
was
no
other
process
that
ever
they
had
heard
of
.
Two
of
the
savages
almost
wished
they
had
remained
pirates
.
However
,
there
was
no
other
way
;
so
with
such
show
of
cheerfulness
as
they
could
muster
they
called
for
the
pipe
and
took
their
whiff
as
it
passed
,
in
due
form
.
And
behold
,
they
were
glad
they
had
gone
into
savagery
,
for
they
had
gained
something
;
they
found
that
they
could
now
smoke
a
little
without
having
to
go
and
hunt
for
a
lost
knife
;
they
did
not
get
sick
enough
to
be
seriously
uncomfortable
.
They
were
not
likely
to
fool
away
this
high
promise
for
lack
of
effort
.
No
,
they
practised
cautiously
,
after
supper
,
with
right
fair
success
,
and
so
they
spent
a
jubilant
evening
.
They
were
prouder
and
happier
in
their
new
acquirement
than
they
would
have
been
in
the
scalping
and
skinning
of
the
Six
Nations
.
We
will
leave
them
to
smoke
and
chatter
and
brag
,
since
we
have
no
further
use
for
them
at
present
.
But
there
was
no
hilarity
in
the
little
town
that
same
tranquil
Saturday
afternoon
.
The
Harpers
,
and
Aunt
Polly
's
family
,
were
being
put
into
mourning
,
with
great
grief
and
many
tears
.
An
unusual
quiet
possessed
the
village
,
although
it
was
ordinarily
quiet
enough
,
in
all
conscience
.
The
villagers
conducted
their
concerns
with
an
absent
air
,
and
talked
little
;
but
they
sighed
often
.
The
Saturday
holiday
seemed
a
burden
to
the
children
.
They
had
no
heart
in
their
sports
,
and
gradually
gave
them
up
.
