Chapter 7 "A Play at Ford Theater

It was one year later when George and Mack finally escaped the dreadful woods. They read the paper and heard that there was a play at Ford Theater that’s a comedy and President Abraham Lincoln would be there.

“Hey, George, take a look at this,” Mack said.

George came running over where Mack was. “What is it?”

“It’s a play at Ford Theater and President Lincoln will be there.”

“I’d love to go, Mack, but where would we get the money to go?” George asked.

“I have thirty dollars saved up from work,” Mack said.

“Thirty dollars!” George exclaimed. “Where’d you get the money?”

“I told you, it’s from work.”

One week later George and Mack were sitting in the second row of the theater. “Great seats, huh, George?” Mack wondered.

“Boy, oh boy, could they get any better?” George said.

Soon the play started and the theater was full with laughter. Mack and George were laughing so hard they couldn’t breathe when they heard a huge gunshot. In about three seconds they saw a man jump from the president’s box and onto the stage. “I know that face,” Mack said. “That’s the famous actor John Wilkes Booth.” Right after Mack said that, security started to scream, “The president has been shot!” Booth limped away because his left foot was injured from the jump.

Lincoln died the next morning and it was an emotional funeral. Also, Mack and George heard that Booth was found… and killed.

Chapter 6 "Food"

Mack woke up very early the next morning. They had to sleep in a large tree so Indians wouldn’t see them in the middle of the night. Mack went hunting for food with his musket. He found a deer sleeping in the middle of the woods. Mack put down his cane and leaned on a tree. When he thought he was ready, he raised his gun, tilted his body upright, and shot the deer. He fell back against the tree. “GEORGE!” Mack screamed. George came running to where Mack was. “George, could you drag this deer to the tree?” Mack asked.
"I think so.” George dragged the deer all the way back to their tree.
“George, stay high up in this tree and guard the deer. I’ll be right back,” Mack said.
“Where are you going?” George asked.
“I’m going to find two rocks to start a fire.”
“Mr. Mack, you’ll get lost.”
“I know my way around. By the way, just start calling me Mack.”
“Alright, bye, Mack.”
George was up in the tree waiting anxiously for Mack to get back. Crack. He heard twigs cracking. Crack. There goes another one. “Mack, did you get the rocks?” George asked. There was no answer. “Mack, did you get the rocks? Mack!” All of a sudden George heard growling. George was being as quiet as possible when he saw a bear right under the tree. A spider started to crawl on George and George quietly and quickly pushed the spider off. It fell right on the bear. “That’s not good,” George thought to himself. As if the bear could read minds, the bear looked up and saw George. The bear roared as loud as he could and started climbing up the tree. George started climbing higher as fast as he could. He reached the way top of the tree. The bear was climbing faster and faster. Finally, George saw a big pile of leaves and jumped off the tree thinking the whole way down, “I’m dead.” Crash! George landed on the leaves unconscious. The bear stopped on a thin branch as he watched George jump down. Crack! The branch broke and the bear dropped to the ground and died. When Mack got back he saw George and the bear lying there. “George, are you okay?” George didn’t move.

Two hours later George woke up and found Mack cooking the deer and the bear over the fire. “You hungry?” Mack asked George.
“I’ve never been more hungry,” George said.
“Here, eat some deer.”