hide ourselves amongst the bushes on our side of the stream, and make an unexpected attack upon the invaders as they crossed. As we started, however, I bethought me of an ingenious stratagem which I had read of as being Vans Plimsolls Shoes Men practised in the German wars, and having expounded it to the great delight of my Men Regular & Straight-Leg Jeans companions, we took Mr. Chillingfoot’s saw, and set off for the seat of action.
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