Big Reuben’s Raid
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Wake up, boys! Wake up! Tumble out, there! Quick! Big Reuben’s into the pig-pen again!”
Our bedroom door was banged wide open, and my father stood before us—a startling apparition—dressed only in his night-shirt and a pair of boots, carrying a stable-lantern in one hand and a rifle in the other.
“What is it?” cried Joe, as he bounced out of bed; and, “Where is...
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