That’s some crazy game all right, I learned it from Hervey Willetts. I jumped up on the stone wall alongside the road and started along on it with the four of them after me. “Follow your leader wherever he goes,” I shouted. “Don’t ask where you’re headed for nobody knows, Just keep your eyes open and follow your nose; Be careful, don’t trip and go stubbing your toes, And follow your leader wherever he goes.” Oh boy, when we get started on that, _good night_! There’s a big sign in the field and it said. TRESPASSING FORBIDDEN TRESPASSERS WILL BE PUNISHED TO THE FULL EXTENT OF THE LAW. TAKE WARNING. “You better look out you don’t go kerflop down in the field,” Pee-wee shouted at me. “Follow your leader,” I said. Pretty soon I started hopping on one foot and it’s pretty hard to do that on a stone wall. “Have a heart!” one of them shouted at me. A lot I cared. There was a man with a big straw hat on in the field and he came over toward us. I guess he thought we’d fall down in his cabbages. I kept hopping on one foot and kind of bending over toward the field and once I leaned away over and made believe to lose my balance and so the other fellows had to do the same. We were all kind of staggering on the stone wall. The man said, “Look out whar yer fall if yer know what’s well fer yer. Did yer see that thar sign yonder?” “If I turn to look at it I’ll fall,” I said. All the while we were trying to stand still, each of us on one foot. Gee, I bet we looked crazy. The man said, “I’m givin’ yer warning, yer set a foot in this field uv cabbage and I’ll hev the law onter yer.” “I can’t stand on one leg any longer!” Pee-wee shouted. I kept hopping on one leg and I said, “Follow your leader whatever he does.” “If we fall in the field we’ll miss the train,” the kid shouted. “Our solemn honor is more important than a train,” I told him. All of a sudden I lost my balance almost and I had to stand on both legs and wave my hands to keep from falling down into the field. Dub did the same and he bunked against me, then Sandy went bunking against him and, good night, we all went tumbling down in a bunch outside the stone wall. Lucky for us, hey? “Follow your leader,” I said. So then I went hop, skip and jump down the road with that crazy bunch after me. Gee, it was a picture no artist could paint. Anyway I guess Dub was having a good time. He was laughing, I know that. Pretty soon we came to the place where the road goes down to Shady Vale--it’s pretty steep. There was a sign that said. STEEP HILL USE YOUR EARS