A Hero of Ticonderoga

ht, and the quarrel between claimants of grants of the same lands, under charters from both governors, became every day more violent. The

r the friends of the New Hampshire grantee quickly rallied to his aid and summarily ousted the aggressor, who, if he proved too stubborn, was likely to be roughly handled, and have set upon his back the imprint of the beech seal, the name given to the blue-beech rod wherewith such offenders were chastised. The New Hampshire grantees were as unscrupulous in their ejectment of New York

enticing occupation, when all the crows but one, who sat biding his opportunity on a dry tree top, had departed, cawing encouragement to one another, in quest of a less vigilantly guarded field. There was no further

g on the bordering boughs, too content with song and mere existence to chase the moth that wavered nearest their perch. The languor of their no

, he peered into the twilight of the woods. To this his eyes had hardly accustomed themselves, when he saw what sent flashes of anger and chills of dread chasing one another through his veins. But a few rods away, and coming towards him, were two men, one bearing the end of a surveyor's chain and a bundle of wire rods, the other carrying an axe and gun. A little behind these were two

k to the one at the other end of the chain. "Jenkins, tell Mr. Felton there's a

" cried

he fence, Jenkins pulled up the last one stuck in the wood

, as Nathan jumped from the fence. "Yo

wered boldly; "if Mr. Felton

a gun, bringing his weapon to a ready; "you stand where you

e cast furtive glances at the intruders, till the remainder of the party came up. The surveyor, impressed with the dignity of his position, ma

e fence. "I wonder what Yankee scoundrel has dared to so seiz

sir," said the man guarding the boy

or license of His Excellency, the Governor of New York? Yes, and cut down the pine trees, espe

uggested, satisfying himself of the

re's your tongue, boy?" M

him well. While the surveryor's party was engaged with the pine, he slipped down on the same side of the fence, gained the veiling of a low bush, wormed his way a few feet along the g

sion of his clearing to the westward whe

f Yorkers come and they're runnin'

mming of the great hemlock he had just felled. As Nathan waited for some response, he knew by his father's knitted brow that

every house, 'round to Job's, and show it to him and tell him the' same, and do whatever he tells you. Be spry, my boy; I must