Oh, look! That
horse went down, and the soldier shot right over his head."
A horse had stumbled and fallen, bringing down the rider with him. But
whether this was an accident, or whether it was done on purpose, to
make the moving picture look more natural, the boys could not tell.
The firing was now louder than ever. A number of cannon were being
used, horses drawing them up with loud rumblings, while the men
wheeled the guns into place, loaded and fired them.
On all sides men were falling down, pretending to be shot, for those
who took the moving pictures wanted them to seem as nearly like real
war as possible.
"Oh, here they are!" suddenly exclaimed a voice back of Mr. Bobbsey
and the others.
Turning, Bert saw his mother, with Aunt Sarah, Flossie, Freddie and
Nan. They had come up the hill to look down into the valley and see
what all the excitement was about.
"Yes, here we are!" cried Mr. Bobbsey. "Isn't this great? It's a sham
battle."
"What for?" asked his wife, and she had to speak loudly to be heard
above the rattle and bang of the guns.
"For moving pictures," answered Mr.
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