A new book by Captain Ralph Bonehill is always hailed with delight by those who have good red blood in their veins. In this volume the young hunters leave home for a winter outing on the shores of a small lake. They hunt and trap to their hearts' content and have adventures in plenty, all calculated to make boys "sit up and take notice." A good healthy book, one with the odor of the pine forest and the glare of the welcome camp-fire in every chapter.
ery day now, and new patent leather shoes, and new gloves, and--"
"Don't pile it on too thick, Whopper," laughed Shep. "But I admit, he is a dude and no mistake."
"And a sneak--to run away as soon as he hit old Felps," finished Giant.
There was no time to say more, for the snowball battle was again raging, more furiously than ever. The balls flew on all sides, and grown folks, coming in that direction, kept out of the way as much as possible.
"Here comes old Mammy Shrader!" cried Snap, presently. "We must be careful not to hit her."
The woman he referred to was old and feeble and very short sighted. She had a faded shawl over her shoulders and carried a market basket on one arm. She went out nursing among the poor people and was well known throughout the entire neighborhood.
As the old woman came on a snowball was thrown at her from the other side of the street.
"Say, don't do that!" called out Snap, angrily. "Leave Mammy Shrader alone!"
He has scarcely uttered the words when another s