STORY XXX
BULLY AND BAWLY PLAY INDIAN
It happened, once upon a time, after the circus had gone away from the place where Bully and Bawly No-Tail, the frogs, lived that a Wild West show came along.
And my goodness! There were cowboys and cowgirls, and buffaloes and steers and men with lassos, and Mexicans and Cossacks, and Indians! Real Indians, mind you, that used to be wild, and scalp people, which was very impolite to do, but they didn’t know any better; the Indians didn’t I mean. Then they got tame and didn’t scalp people any more. Yes, sir, they were real Indians, and they had real feathers on them!
Of course the feathers didn’t belong to the Indians, the same as a chicken’s feathers, or a turkey’s feathers belong to them. That is, the feathers didn’t grow on the Indians, even if they did seem to. No, the Indians put them on for ornaments, just as ladies put plumes on their hats with long hatpins.
Well, of course, Bully and Bawly and the other boys all went to the Wild West show, and when they got home about all they did for several days was to play cowboys or Indians. Indians mostly, for they liked them the best. And the boys gave regular warwhoop cries.
“We’ll have a new game,” said Bully to Bawly one day. “We’ll dress up like the Indians did, and we’ll go off in the woods, and we’ll see if we can capture white people.”
“Real?” asked Bawly.
“No, only make-believe ones. And we’ll build a camp fire, and take our lunch, and sleep in the woods.”