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"By gracious! the Bunkers are coming!" exclaimed Tony Weston, as he discerned the raft, navigated by half a dozen boys, approaching the island. "Let them come," said Charles. BY GRACIOUS THE BUNKERS ARE COMING EXCLAIMED TONY WESTON AS HE DISCERNED THE CRAFT NAVIGATED BY HALF A DOZEN BOYS APPROACHING THE ISLAND LET THEM COME SAID CHARLES
to land. "Now, boys, if you want to celebrate a little, here's half a dozen bunches of crackers," said Uncle Ben, as he took a little package from the locker in the stern of the boat. "Bravo, Uncle Ben! We will have a nice time." "Now, if you are of a mind to stay here and have a good time, while I sail over to the other shore to see a sick man, I will give you a good sail when I return." "Hurrah! we will, Uncle Ben. Have you got any matches?" "There are matches and a slowmatch in the bundle," replied Uncle Ben, as he pushed off. "Now blaze away, and don't burn your fingers." "Now for it!" exclaimed Charles, as he lighted the slowmatch. "Here goes the first shot. Hurrah!" The boys were in high glee. The crackers snapped admirably, and the little forest of Centre Isle reverberated with the reports of their mimic guns. Various expedients were devised to vary the entertainment. Crackers were fired in the water, in the stumps, thrown in the air, or half buried in the wet sand of the beach. BOAT SOON REACHED CENTER ISLE WHERE THEY DECIDED TO LAND NOW BOYS IF YOU WANT TO CELEBRATE A LITTLE HERE'S HALF A DOZEN BUNCHES OF CRACKERS SAID UNCLE BAN AS HE TOOK A LITTLE PACKAGE FROM THE LOCKER IN THE STERN OF THE BOAT PARAVO UNCLE BAN WE WILL HAVE A NICE TIME NOW IF YOU ARE OF A MIND TO STAY HERE AND HAVE A GOOD TIME WHILE I SAIL OVER TO THE OTHER SHORE TO SEE A SICK MAN I WILL GIVE YOU A GOOD SAIL WHEN I RETURN HURRAH WE WILL UNCLE BEN HAVE YOU GOT ANY MATCHES THERE ARE MATCHES AND A SLOW MATCH IN THE BUNDLE REPLIED UNCLE BEN AS HE PUSHED OFF NOW BLAZE AWAY AND DON'T BURN YOUR FINGERS NOW FOR IT EXCLAIMED CHARLES AS HE LIGHTED THE SLOW MATCH HERE GOES THE FIRST SHOT HURRAH THE BOYS WERE IN HIGH GLEE THE CRACKERS SNAPPED ADMIRABLY AND THE LITTLE FOREST OF CENTER ISLE REVERBERATED WITH THE REPORTS OF THEIR MIMIC GUNS VARIOUS EXPEDIENTS WERE DEVISED TO VARY THE ENTERTAINMENT CRACKERS WERE FIRED IN THE WATER IN THE STUMPS THROWN IN THE AIR OR HALF BURIED IN THE WET SAND OF THE BEACH
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