Did you
ever hear of any men who had so many 'complishments? Why, Paul,
s'pose you an' me could grow wings all at once, an' go through
the air a mile a minute fur a month an' never git tired."
"We'd certainly see some great sights," said Paul, "but do you
know, Sol, what would be the first thing I'd do if I had the gift
of tireless wings?"
"Fly off to them other continents I've heard you tell about."
"No, I'd swoop along over the forests up here until I picked out
all the camps of the Indians and Tories. I'd pick out the
Butlers and Braxton Wyatt and Coleman, and see what mischief they
were planning. Then I'd fly away to the East and look down at
all the armies, ours in buff and blue, and the British redcoats.
I'd look into the face of our great commander-in-chief. Then I'd
fly away back into the West and South, and I'd hover over
Wareville. I'd see our own people, every last little one of
them. They might take a shot at me, not knowing who I was, but
I'd be so high up in the air no bullet could reach me. Then I'd
come soaring back here to you fellows."
"That would shorely be a grand trip, Paul," said Shif'less Sol, "
an' I wouldn't mind takin' it in myself.
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