“There’s another game.  I don’t know as it’s Injun, but it’s the kind o’ game where an Injun could win.  They first made two six-inch squares of white wood or card, then on each they made rings like a target or squares like the quicksight game, or else two Rabbits the same on each.  One feller takes six spots of black, half an inch across, an’ sticks them on one, scattering anyhow, an’ sets it up a hundred yards off; another feller takes same number of spots an’ the other Rabbit an’ walks up till he can see to fix his Rabbit the same.  If he kin do it at seventy-five yards he’s a swell; if he kin do it at sixty yards he’s away up, but less than fifty yards is no good.  I seen the boys have lots o’ fun out o’ it.  They try to fool each other every way, putting one spot right on another or leaving some off.  It’s a sure ’nough test of good eyes.”

“I’ll bet—­” began Sappy again, but a loud savage “Grrrr” from Sam, who knew perfectly well what was coming, put a stop to the bet, whatever it was.

“There was two other Injun tests of eyes that I mind now.  Some old Buck would show the youngsters the Pleiades—­them’s the little stars that the Injuns call the Bunch—­an’ ask ‘How many kin you see?’ Some could sho’ly see five or six an’ some could make out seven.  Them as sees seven is mighty well off for eyes.  Ye can’t see the Pleiades now—­they belong to the winter nights; but you kin see the Dipper the hull year round, turning about the North Star.  The Injuns call this the ‘Broken Back,’ an’ I’ve heard the old fellers ask the boys:  ’You see the Old Squaw—­that’s the star, second from the end, the one at the bend of the handle—­well, she has a papoose on her back.  Kin you see the papoose?’ an’ sure enough, when my eyes was real good I could see the little baby star tucked in by the big un.  It’s a mighty good test of eyes if you kin see that.”

“Eh—­” began Guy.

But “Grrrrrrrrr” from Sam stopped him in time.  Again Caleb’s eyes wandered afar.  Then he stepped out of the teepee and Yan heard him mutter, “Consarn that whelp, he makes me laugh spite o’ myself.”  He went off a little way into the woods and presently called “Yan!  Guy!  Come here.”  All three ran out.  “Talking about eyes, what’s that?” An opening in the foliage gave a glimpse of the distant Burns’s clover field.  “Looks like a small Bear.”

“Woodchuck!  That’s our Woodchuck!  That’s the ole sinner that throwed Paw off’n the mower.  Where’s my bone-arrer?” and Guy went for his weapons.

The boys ran for the fence of the clover field, going more cautiously as they came near.  Still the old Woodchuck heard something and sat up erect on his haunches.  He was a monster, and out on the smooth clover field he did look like a very small Bear.  His chestnut breast was curiously relieved by his unusually gray back and head.

“Paw says it’s his sins as turned his head gray.  He’s a hoary headed sinner, an’ he ain’t repented o’ none o’ them so far, but I’m after him now.”