nd they reached it just
tired out. Of course, they got something to eat, and then they went to
bed and slept right through two days; but on the morning of the third
day they got up as merry as crickets, and, after a hearty breakfast,
they agreed to live together for the rest of their lives. And they have
lived ever since in perfect harmony.

THE RAID OF THE CAMANCHES.

BY THE AUTHOR OF "WE BOYS."

Fred Hart, who was the eldest son of a country clergyman, and preparing
for college at Whitford Boys' Academy, was known at that classical
institution as a "dig," because he "dug" into his books and studied
hard. His room-mate, Neal Howe, an orphan, dependent upon his own
exertions, was styled a "digger;" and as both lads were rather dark, it
was but a step for those wicked upper-story boys to stigmatize them,
"Digger Indians!"

This term was gradually extended to include all the boys in the second
story, for they were all hard students. The "Diggers" retaliated mildly
by styling their upper-story neighbors, "Camanches."

The Camanches perpetrated all sorts of schoolboy atrocities on the
Diggers, but, above all things else, they burned for a pillow-fight. In
vain they challenged the Diggers to combat. Those law-abiding savages
declined, though well aware of thereby falling into contempt on charge
of cowardice.

Unmistakable indications were soon apparent that the Camanches
meditated an attack.

The north wing was intended to be fire-proof, and each story was
separated from the main building by iron doors which usually were
fastened back by staples. The Camanches reasoned that these doors might
be as effectual in shutting off teachers as fire; and the staples in
both the second and third stories were one day withdrawn, so that these
doors could be easily closed.

Scouting parties reported that the Camanches were getting ready the
war-paint,--_i.e._, the burnt cork,--and one ferocious savage had
intimated that they should spare neither age nor sex.

A council was immediately held in Fred Hart's room, and Fred
unanimously chosen chief.

"If they're determined on a pillow-fight they shall have it,"
resolutely remarked that warrior.

The Diggers proposed using their own pillows as reserve arms only, and
the next day any number of this tribe might have been seen scouring the
village on mysterious errands, which the housewives would have
explained as an effort to buy up old pillows.

"All's fair on the defens