half a dozen
stitches, always putting the needle into the skin from the flesh side.

The projecting wires of the feet were put through gimlet holes in the
perch and made firm, and Si's Owls were ready for their positions.
They were now the most ridiculous looking things imaginable, wings
floppy, heads hanging.

"Here is where the artist comes in," said Si proudly, conscious that
this was himself. He straightened up the main line of the body by
bending the leg wires and set the head right by hunching the neck into
the shoulders. "An Owl always looks over its shoulder," he explained,
but took no notice of Sam's query as to "whose shoulder he expected it
to look over." He set two toes of each foot forward on the perch and
two back to please Yan, who insisted that that was Owly, though Si
had his doubts. He spread the tail a little by pinning it between two
pieces of card (_Tl_, Fig. 10), gave it the proper slant, and now
had the wings to arrange.

They were drooping like those of a clucking hen. A sharp wire of the
small size was driven into the bend of each wing (_0_, Fig. 7),
nailing it in effect to the body (_Ww_ and _Ww_, Fig. 10). A long pin
was set in the middle of the back (_Bp_, Fig. 10), then using these
with the wing wires and head wire as lashing points, Si wrapped the
whole bird with the thread (Fig. 10), putting a wad of cotton here or
a bit of stick there under the wrapping till he had the position and
"feathering" perfect, as he put it.

"We can put in the eyes now," said he, "or later, if we soften
the skin around the eye-sockets by putting wet cotton in them for
twenty-four hours."

Yan had carefully copied Si's method with the second Owl, and
developed unusual quickness at it.

His teacher remarked, "Wall, I larned lots o' fellows to stuff birds,
but you ketch on the quickest I ever seen."

Si's ideas of perfection might differ from those of a trained
taxidermist; indeed, these same Owls afforded Yan no little amusement
in later years, but for the present they were an unmitigated joy.

They were just the same in position. Si knew only one; all his birds
had that. But when they had dried fully, had their wrappings removed,
the wires cut off flush and received the finishing glory of their
wooden eyes, they were a source of joy and wonder to the whole Tribe
of Indians.

XIX

The Trial of Grit

The boys had made war bonnets after the "really truly" Indian style
learned from Caleb. Whi