Haste and Waste; Or, the Young Pilot of Lake Champlain. A Story for Young People

who, two years before, had become the husband of Bertha Grant, of Woodville. The scenery in the vicini

sposed to indulge on a larger scale than ever had been known at Woodville. He had been remarkably fortunate in his financial operations, and was already a wealthy man.

a few weeks at Port Rock. A splendid time had been promised them by Mrs. Sherwood, who had made extensive preparations for their visit. The arrangem

nd appointments as any steamer that ever floated. She was a side-wheel boat, sixty feet in length, by twelve feet beam. Forward there were a regular wheel-house, a small kitchen, and other rooms usually found in a s

ment she would afford him, his wife, and their friends. She had been sent up the Hudson, and through the canal to

e Grant, with whom he escaped from the Indians in Minnesota, and whom he expects on board with Mr. Sherwood's party. The young man, now sixteen years of age, is the engineer of the Woodvi

held. At first, Mr. Sherwood was not willing to trust him; but Ethan's employers declared that he was a man in everything but years, and was fully competent to manage the engine, and even to build one after the designs were ma

an a full-grown man. He had often met the young pilot, and had been greatly pleased with his energy and decision. Lawry had been employed by Miss F

. He had heard Miss Fanny speak of the Woodville, while in the boat with him, and had listened with delight to her enthusiastic de

r. Sherwood?

away," repl

has h

the carriage, and is coming

lot?" continued

t come back, he couldn't wait any longer. I heard him say he

him; I have but just g

e hoped he would not engage another pilot. It was no use to complain, and Lawry walked back to the ferry, where he could see the steamer when she arrived. When he reached the landing-place, the ferry-boat was about halfway across the lake, and his attention was attracted by the strange

across the lake, which was fastened to a stake on the shore. Taking the oars, he pulled with all his might toward the ferry-boat. He was a s

coat," said

rgy, and with trembling hands felt for the pocketb

d ready to sink down in the bottom of

claimed Jo

matter?" a

h six thousand dollars in it

lose it?" d

into the lake; but I don't see how my

oney was in the pocket

," persisted

ld fall out of the pock

answered the bank director, wi

you. I tried to save it; and if I get the rheumati

when you picked up the coat?" asked M

John Wilford. "I gave you t

pocketbook would sink

othing but p

hen," interposed the owner of

it would," sa

dropped my pocketbook into the lake once, and it

out on the water," added Law

h you," said

e spot where the coat had fallen into the water f

give it up," sig

ot on the water,

ppose it w

ntleman in the ferry-

soon find out," continued the

he said was of the same material as the lost pocketbook, he placed it on the surface of the water, holding his hand underneath to save it, in case the tr

aid he. "My pocketbook h

y has not,"

it?-that's the

your pocket when you g

as I am that

ss about your coat on

ow I

down his coat with six thousand d

in a pocket inside of my vest," continued the director, putting his hand in the place indicated; "but this

sir; h

dded Mr. Randall. "We will

n Wilford, as the bank direc

ain it has not go

is it

now; can y

an very sharply. His manner indi

l you?" replie

ocket when you picked it up

took it out?" demanded

don't see what h

my father of stealing?"

; but here are the facts, and y

he sloop if I hadn't saved it; and it won't do for so careless a man as

ut of the pocket before yo

haven't got his pocketbook

and it makes me mad to hear h

want you to satisfy yourself on the point at once,

you ha

k I have. Sea

art of his wet garments. The pocketbook was not upon his person; and the loser, in spite of the laws of specific gravi