A Hero of Ticonderoga

past all chance of discovery, when he took the easier course of the road. The ecstatic melody of the thrushes' song and the pensive strain of the

approach. Before his first impulse to strike into the ready cover of the woods was carried into effect, a horseman galloped around the turn, and h

d who might you be?" His clear gray eyes were fixed on Nathan, who noticed pistols in the

ointing in the direction of his home, "and

a hurry? Has that hemlock twig in your hand anything to do with your errand?" demanded t

gly at the bold, handsome

of Ethan Allen?"

t Ethan Allen's throwing the Yorker's mil

ned voice of proud assurance, it seemed in itself a strong host. "Your fat

hat the famous chieftain of the Grants was wont to inspire, told unreservedly his father's troubles and direc

ve no time to lose, for there's no telling what those scoundrels may be at. Eig

long the road at a speed that soon brought them to the log house of the Newtons. A man of the herculean mould so common to t

o see you. 'Light and come in. Mother'll hev potluck ready to rights. Why, is t

then, looking down over his shoulder, "D

lly kept sprig of evergree

to Beeman

depart from the land of the elect, but he heeds not those who cry in the wilderness. Confound the rascal! He must be 'viewed'! You and your two boys take your guns and jog down that way, and as you go cut a goodly scourge of blue beech, for verily there sha

ite Scriptural manner of speech to the ordinary vernacular, n

" and as he rode away called back, "everybody l

which the narrow footpath wound, so pervaded it that the song birds seemed awed to silence, and the woodpeckers tapped cautiously, as if afraid of being heard by some en

dead sapling, and the dry top rustled unseen in the wayside thicket. There was a sound of long, swift bounds, punctuating the silence with growing distinctness, and a hare, in his brown summer coat, wide-eyed with terror, flashed like a dun streak across the path just before him, and close behind the terrified creature a gray lynx sh

hoe in his patch of corn, looking wistfully on the creek, where the fish were breaking the surface among the weeds that marked the expanse of marsh with tender gree

. I thought I'd got done wi' wars and fightin's, exceptin' with varmints, when the Frenchers and Injins was whipped. But I guess there won't never be no peace on airth and good will to men for all it's ben preached nigh onto eighteen hundred years

between his fingers and now set it carefully in

? Well, them Yorkers'll wish they'd sta

s between mouthfuls he counted out a dozen bullets from a pouch and put them in his pocket. Then he held up his powder horn toward the light after giving it a shake, and, being satisfied of its contents, slu

to it, while Nathan took his place forward. Impelled by the two paddles, the light craft wen