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CHAPTER XIII
A BAD STORM
Bunker Blue was sitting out in front of the big camp-tent, on a bench, one day, with a pile of long sticks in front of him. With his knife Bunker was whittling the sticks to sharp points.
Bunny Brown and his sister Sue, who had been out in the woods, gathering wild flowers for the dinner table, came up to Bunker, and Bunny asked:
"What you doing, Bunker?"
"Why, I'm sharpening these sticks, Bunny," was the answer.
"What for?" asked Sue, as she put her wax doll down in the shade, so the sun would not melt the nose.
"Oh, I know!" cried Bunny. "You're making arrows! Are you going to have a bow, and shoot the arrows like an Indian, Bunker?"
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