Bobbsey.
"Say, this is great!" cried Harry. "I'm glad we came."
"So am I," said Bert
The boys looked on eagerly while the battle kept up. They saw the
soldiers charge back and forth. The cannon shot out puffs of white
smoke, but no cannon balls, of course, for no one wanted to be hurt.
Back and forth rushed the soldiers on horses, and others on foot,
firing with their rifles.
Of course they were not real soldiers, but were dressed in soldiers'
uniforms to make the picture seem real. I suppose you have often seen
in moving picture theatres pictures of a battle.
It was well that Mr. Bobbsey and the others had gotten out of the way,
for shortly afterward the men rushed right across the spot where Bert
and Harry had been standing.
"If we were there, then we'd have been walked on," said Bert.
"Yes, and we'd have had our pictures taken, too," said Harry, pointing
to the man with the camera who had taken a new position.
"I wouldn't mind that, would you?" asked Bert.
"No, I don't know as I would," replied the country cousin. "It would
be fun to see yourself in moving pictures, I think.
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