The Boys of Crawford's Basin

Wake up, boys! Wake up! Tumble out, there! Quick! Big Reuben's into the pig-pen again!" Our bedroom door was banged wide open, and my father stood before us-a startling apparition-dressed only in his night-shirt and a pair of boots, carrying a stable-lantern in one hand and a rifle in the other. "What is it?" cried Joe, as he bounced out of bed; and, "Where is it?" cried I, both of us half dazed by the sudden awakening.