By George! you ought to have heard them run.

One plumped into the gate an' went clear over it, to fall like a log.

Another fell into the brook an' made more racket than a drownin' horse.

But it was so dark we couldn't catch them." "Jake shot to frighten them ?" inquired Lenore.
"Not much.

He stung one I.W.W., that's sure.