and outraged Uncle Tom, so Dan told him, would, “by the beard of Abraham,” have to be a “Dog of an Unbeliever.”  Margaret was undecided whether she would play Rebecca, or the “Queen of Love and Beauty,” until Chad told her she ought to be both, so both she decided to be.  So all was done—­the spears fashioned of ash, the helmets battered from tin buckets, colors knotted for the spears, and shields made of sheepskins.  On the stiles sat Harry and Margaret in royal state under a canopy of calico, with indignant Mammy behind them.  At each end of the stable-lot was a tent of cotton, and before one stood Snowball and before the other black Rufus, each with his master’s spear and shield.  Near Harry stood Sam, the trumpeter, with a fox-horn to sound the charge, and four black vassals stood at the stable-door to lead the chargers forth.

Near the stiles were the neighbors’ children, and around the barn was gathered every darky on the place, while behind the hedge and peeping through it were the Major and the General, the one chuckling, the other smiling indulgently.

The stable-doors opened, the four vassals disappeared and came forth, each pair leading a ram, one covered with red calico, the other with blue cotton, and each with a bandanna handkerchief around his neck.  Each knight stepped forth from his tent, as his charger was dragged—­ba-a-ing and butting—­toward it, and, grasping his spear and shield and setting his helmet on more firmly, got astride gravely—­each squire and vassal solemn, for the King had given command that no varlet must show unseemly mirth.  Behind the hedge, the Major was holding his hands to his side, and the General was getting grave.  It had just occurred to him that those rams would make for each other like tornadoes, and he said so.

“Of course they will,” chuckled the Major.  “Don’t you suppose they know that?  That’s what they’re doing it for.  Bless my soul!”

The King waved his hand just then and his black trumpeter tooted the charge.

“Leggo!” said Chad.

“Leggo!” said Dan.

And Snowball and Rufus let go, and each ram ran a few paces and stopped with his head close to the ground, while each knight brandished his spear and dug with his spurred heels.  One charger gave a ba-a!  The other heard, raised his head, saw his enemy, and ba-a-ed an answering challenge.  Then they started for each other with a rush that brought a sudden fearsome silence, quickly followed by a babel of excited cries, in which Mammy’s was loudest and most indignant.  Dan, nearly unseated, had dropped his lance to catch hold of his charger’s wool, and Chad had gallantly lowered the point of his, because his antagonist was unarmed.  But the temper of rams and not of knights was in that fight now and they came together with a shock that banged the two knights into each other and hurled both violently to the ground.  General Dean and the Major ran anxiously from the hedge.  Several negro men rushed for the rams, who were charging and butting like demons.  Harry tumbled from the canopy in a most unkingly fashion.  Margaret cried and Mammy wrung her hands.  Chad rose dizzily, but Dan lay still.  Chad’s elbow had struck him in the temple and knocked him unconscious.