A Hero of Ticonderoga

h-tubs awaiting filling and the busy days and nights when the potash-making should begin. It was hard, unpleasant work, irritating to skin, eyes, and tem

ob would chance to come through the woods, but Job lately rarely came near them, for he was vexed with Ruth for mating with this stranger, and the new master

or I'll give ye a skinnin', and I'll settle an old score at the same time," and Toombs switched a blue beech rod

. As he stood with a full basket of ashes poised on the edge of the ash bin, Toombs appeared, with his axe on his sh

tried, but I couldn

ilant emerged from the choking, blinding cloud, sputtering out mingled oaths and ashes. In a moment he caught the line of flight and followed in swift pursuit. The boy's n

shing and raging, he heard a slight rustling among the branches of a great hemlock that reared its huge,

little devil, or

surprised at his own daring;

I'll chop you down!" As an earnest of his threat h

us shower, and soon paved it all about him with white blotches. When the trunk was cut to the middle, he shouted up another summons to surrender, but got no answer. Then his quick, strong strokes began to fall on the other side, steadily bitin

it'll kill you." Still no answer nor sound, save the solemn whisper of the lea

e. The sighing branches clung to the unstable air. A tall, lithe birch, that had long leaned to their embrace, sprang from it as in a flutter of fear, and then, with a slowly accelerating sweep, the ancient pillar, with all its long upheld burden of boughs and perennial gr

n," he called

in every moment of search, that the next would reveal the crushed and mangled form of the boy. Not till the shadows of night thickened the shadows of the w

r when he does come. Boys has got to have their tantrums an' git over 'em." This device served so well to quiet any graver apprehens

and concealer of his crime. When, from afar, he saw the crows wheeling above the spot, or when at night he heard from tha