Midsummer Night Alarms 



A revolver shot, followed by a 

 second and a third, rang out loudly on 

 the midnight air not fifty paces distant 

 in the border of the wood. Although 

 somewhat dazed and startled when 

 thus rudely wakened, we thought it 

 all over, and concluded that Hans 

 had no doubt gallantly routed some 

 marauder who was threatening our 

 peace and safety. We heard nothing 

 further, and, after first congratulating 

 ourselves on this proof of our own 

 prudence in arranging for protection, 

 decided to wait until morning to hear 

 the story. The night passed off with 

 no further alarm. 



"Well, Hans," I asked next day, 

 "what was the trouble last night? 

 Did you get your bird?" 



"Oh, yes," he rejoined, "I got him." 



"You did? What was it? Tell me 

 all about it." 



"Well, you see, efery night dot owl 

 he come into dot tree. He stood there 

 looking right at me with both his eyes. 



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