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Saturdays we were dismissed at noon； and these half…holidays were the brightest epochs of my existence。
Daily contact with boys who had not been brought up as gently as I worked an immediate； and； in some respects； a beneficial change in my character。 I had the nonsense taken out of me； as the saying is…some of the nonsense； at least。 I became more manly and self…reliant。 I discovered that the world was not created exclusively on my account。 In New Orleans I labored under the delusion that it was。 Having neither brother nor sister to give up to at home； and being； moreover； the largest pupil at school there； my will had seldom been opposed。 At Rivermouth matters were different； and I was not long in adapting myself to the altered circumstances。 Of course I got many severe rubs； often unconsciously given； but I bad the sense to see that I was all the better for them。
My social relations with my new schoolfellows were the pleasantest possible。 There was always some exciting excursion on foot…a ramble through the pine woods； a visit to the Devil's Pulpit； a high cliff in the neighborhood…or a surreptitious low on the river； involving an exploration of a group of diminutive islands； upon one of which we pitched a tent and played we were the Spanish sailors who got wrecked there years ago。 But the endless pine forest that skirted the town was our favorite haunt。 There was a great green pond hidden somewhere in its depths； inhabited by a monstrous colony of turtles。 Harry Blake； who had an eccentric passion for carving his name on everything； never let a captured turtle slip through his fingers without leaving his mark engraved on its shell。 He must have lettered about two thousand from first to last。 We used to call them Harry Blake's sheep。
These turtles were of a discontented and migratory turn of mind； and we frequently encountered two or three of them on the cross…roads several miles from their ancestral mud。 Unspeakable was our delight whenever we discovered one soberly walking off with Harry Blake's initials！ I've no doubt there are； at this moment； fat ancient turtles wandering about that gummy woodland with H。B。 neatly cut on their venerable backs。
It soon became a custom among my playmates to make our barn their rendezvous。 Gypsy proved a strong attraction。 Captain Nutter bought me a little two…wheeled cart； which she drew quite nicely； after kicking out the dasher and breaking the shafts once or twice。 With our lunch…baskets and fishing…tackle stowed away under the seat； we used to start off early in the afternoon for the sea…shore； where there were countless marvels in the shape of shells； mosses； and kelp。 Gypsy enjoyed the sport as keenly as any of us； even going so far； one day； as to trot down the beach into the sea where we were bathing。 As she took the cart with her； our provisions were not much improved。 I shall never forget how squash…pie tastes after being soused in the Atlantic Ocean。 Soda…crackers dipped in salt water are palatable； but not squash…pie。
There was a good deal of wet weather during those first six weeks at Rivermouth； and we set ourselves at work to find some indoor amusement for our half…holidays。 It was all very well for Amadis de Gaul and Don Quixote not to mind the rain； they had iron overcoats； and were not； from all we can learn； subject to croup and the guidance of their grandfathers。 Our case was different。
〃Now； boys； what shall we do？〃 I asked； addressing a thoughtful conclave of seven； assembled in our barn one dismal rainy afternoon。
〃Let's have a theatre；〃 suggested Binny Wallace。
The very thing！ But where？ The loft of the stable was ready to burst with hay provided for Gypsy； but the long room over the carriage…house was unoccupied。 The place of all places！ My managerial eye saw at a glance its capabilities for a theatre。 I had been to the play a great many times in New Orleans； and was wise in matters pertaining to the drama。 So here； in due time； was set up some extraordinary scenery of my own painting。 The curtain； I recollect； though it worked smoothly enough on other occasions； invariably hitched during the performances； and it often required the united energies of the Prince of Denmark； the King； and the Grave…digger； with an occasional band from 〃the fair Ophelia〃 （Pepper Whitcomb in a low…necked dress）； to hoist that bit of green cambric。
The theatre； however； was a success； as far as it went。 I retired from the business with no fewer than fifteen hundred pins； after deducting the headless； the pointless； and the crooked pins with which our doorkeeper frequently got 〃stuck。〃 From first to last we took in a great deal of this counterfeit money。 The price of admission to the 〃Rivermouth Theatre〃 was twenty pins。 I played all the principal parts myself…not that I was a finer actor than the other boys； but because I owned the establishment。
At the tenth representation； my dramatic career was brought to a close by an unfortunate circumstance。 We were playing the drama of 〃William Tell； the Hero of Switzerland。〃 Of course I was William Tell； in spite of Fred Langdon； who wanted to act that character himself。 I wouldn't let him； so he withdrew from the company； taking the only bow and arrow we had。 I made a cross…bow out of a piece of whalebone； and did very well without him。 We had reached that exciting scene where Gessler； the Austrian tyrant； commands Tell to shoot the apple from his son's head。 Pepper Whitcomb； who played all the juvenile and women parts； was my son。 To guard against mischance； a piece of pasteboard was fastened by a handkerchief over the upper portion of Whitcomb's face； while。 the arrow to be used was sewed up in a strip of flannel。 I was a capital marksman； and the big apple； only two yards distant； turned its russet cheek fairly towards me。
I can see poor little Pepper now； as he stood without flinching； waiting for me to perform my great feat。 I raised the crossbow amid the breathless silence of the crowded audience consisting of seven boys and three girls； exclusive of Kitty Collins； who insisted on paying her way in with a clothes…pin。 I raised the cross…bow； I repeat。 Twang！ went the whipcord； but； alas！ instead of hitting the apple； the arrow flew right into Pepper Whitcomb's mouth； which happened to be open at the time； and destroyed my aim。
I shall never be able to banish that awful moment from my memory。 Pepper's roar； expressive of astonishment； indignation； and pain； is still ringing in my cars。 I looked upon him as a corpse； and； glancing not far into the dreary future； pictured myself led forth to execution in the presence of the very same spectators then assembled。
Luckily poor Pepper was not seriously hurt； but Grandfather Nutter； appearing in the midst of the confusion （attracted by the howls of young Tell）； issued an injunction against all theatricals thereafter； and the place was closed； not； however； without a farewell speech from me； in which I said that this would have been the proudest moment of my life if I hadn't hit Pepper Whitcomb in the mouth。 Whereupon the audience （assisted； I am glad to state； by Pepper） cried 〃Hear！ Hear！〃 I then attributed the accident to Pepper himself； whose mouth； being open at the instant I fired； acted upon the arrow much after the fashion of a whirlpool； and drew in the fatal shaft。 I was about to explain bow a comparatively small maelstrom could suck in the largest ship； when the curtain fell of its own accord； amid the shouts of the audience。
This was my last appearance on any stage。 It was some time； though； before I heard the end of the William Tell business。 Malicious little boys who had not been allowed to buy tickets to my theatre used to cry out after me in the street；
〃'Who killed Cock Robin？'
'I；' said the sparrer；
'With my bow and arrer；
I killed Cock Robini〃'
The sarcasm of this verse was more than I could stand。 And it made Pepper Whitcomb pretty mad to be called Cock Robin； I can tell you！
So the days glided on； with fewer clouds and more sunshine than fall to the lot of most boys。 Conway was certainly a cloud。 Within school…bounds he seldom ventured to be aggressive； but whenever we met about town he never failed to brush against me； or pull my cap over my eyes； or drive me distracted by inquiring after my family in New Orleans； always alluding to them as highly respectable colored people。
Jack Harris was right when he said Conway would give me no rest until I fought him。 I felt it was ordained ages before our birth that we should meet on this planet and fight。 With the view of not running counter to destiny； I quietly prepared myself for the impending conflict。 The scene of my dramatic triumphs was turned into a gymnasium for this purpose； though I did not openly avow the fact to the boys。 By persistently standing on my head； raising heavy weights； and going hand over hand up a ladder； I developed my muscle until my little body was as tough as a hickory knot and as supple as tripe。 I also took occasional lessons in the noble art of self…defence； under the tuition of Phil Adams。
I brooded over the matter until the idea of fighting Conway became a part of me。 I fought him in imagination during school…hours； I dreamed of fighting