ishment of all the little fishes in the brook, who
could not imagine what the blazing wonder could be.

The children followed it along down the brook, and began to pelt it with
stones, and soon got into a high frolic. But as they were very careful
not to hit one another with the stones, nor to speak harshly or cross,
they enjoyed it very much. When at last the steam-boat was fairly
pelted to pieces, and the blackened fragments of the birch bark were
scattered over the water, and floating away down the stream, they began
to think of roasting their corn and potatoes, which they did very
successfully over the remains of the fires. When they had nearly
finished eating, Rollo suddenly exclaimed,--

"O, I will tell you what we will do; we will go and set our wigwam on
fire!"

Rollo pointed to the wigwam. James and Lucy looked, and observed that it
had been dried and browned in the sun, and Rollo thought it was no
longer good for any thing as a wigwam, but would make a capital bonfire.
He proposed that they should all go into it and sit down, and put a
torch near the side so as to set it on fire, as if accidentally. They
would go on talking as if they did not see it, and when the flames burst
out, they would jump up and run out, crying, Fire! as people do when
their houses get on fire.

Lucy said she should not like to do that. She should be afraid, she
said. The sparks would fall down upon her and burn her. So the boys gave
that plan up. Then James proposed that they should make believe that
they were savages, going to set fire to a town. The wigwam was to be
the town. They would take their torches, and all go and set it on fire
in several places.

"But, then, I could not help," said Lucy, "for women do not go to war."

"O yes, they do, if they are savages," said James. "We play that we are
savages, you see."

So it was all agreed to. They lighted their torches, and marched along,
waving them in the air, until they came to the wigwam, and then they
danced around it, singing and shouting as they set it on fire in many
places on all sides. The flames spread rapidly, and flashed up high into
the air, and soon there was nothing left of the poor wigwam but a few
smoking and blackened sticks lying on the ground.

The children then crept along over the bridge, and went towards home.
There were still great beds of burning embers remaining, and in some
places the remains of logs and stumps were blazing brightly. And that
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