We had a fort in the field behind the school-house, and one night we were out there, snowballing, and I saw Frank Nelson handle two of the largest boys in his class.

There were about a dozen boys in the fort--and they were the ones that always go with Frank--and all the rest of the school were against them.

The fort stood on a little hill, and we were almost half an hour capturing it, and we wouldn't ever have taken it if the wall hadn't been broken down.

We would get almost up to the fort, and they would rush out and drive us down again.

At last we succeeded in getting to the top of the hill, and our boys began to tumble over the walls, and I hope I may be shot if they didn't throw us out as fast as we could get in, and--" "Oh, I don't care any thing about that," interrupted Charles, who could not bear to hear any one but himself praised.