Jim

otes and silver, with a few stray gold pieces

k-maple on the shore of the desolate little lake which lay baski

zy fish that swarmed in the lake below, and as he is protected by a superstition of the backwoodsmen, who say it brings ill-luck to disturb

d as to the firmness and decision with which the fish-hawks are apt to resent any intrusion, had lo

oings-on" of so fantastic a child as Woolly Billy, so long as she knew he had Jim to look after him. This serves to explain how a small boy like Woolly Billy, his seven-years-and-ni

but, in spite of the dog's eager invitations to this pastime, made his way along the dry edge between undergrowth and water till he came to the bluff. Pushing laborious

him, and he succeeded in drawing himself up several feet. Serene in the consciousness of his good intentions, he struggled on. He gained perhaps another foot. Then he stuck. He

elf up, shook the hair out of his eyes and stood staring up a

d see nothing. And he was cautious-for one could never tell what lived in a hole like that-or what the occupant, if there happened to be any, might have to say to an intruder. He would not venture his hand into th

ikely to bite. He dropped the stick and cautiously inserted his hand to the full length of his little arm. His f

llow trees. Tug Blackstock kept his money in an old black wallet. Woolly Billy liked money because it bought pepperm

hom Tug Blackstock hated-to steal what did not belong to them. He picked up the patch of bark and laboriously fi

d," he admonished Jim, "till Tug com