Captain Horace

glowing with excitement, "mayn't I go in the woods with

Peter Gran

on't know but every little boy in town would have been tied to a bed-post by a clothes-line. As I have already sai

ho managed him so badly that he did not care about trying to be good. Mrs. Grant seldom talked with

ot wish him to go into the woods, and that w

other; but not long afterwards he happened to go int

ake it of, gra

and warm wate

ives the ta

ce, or boxberry,

u like to have me go in the woods '

ocently; "and if you should go, pray

e he ought to go; for his mother had often told him he must try to be useful. Strolling into the wood

k his mother again, but "what was the use, when he knew certain sure she'd

when the baby was asleep that he must keep out of the chamber; and, as for being sure that his mother

hool-house, scribbling his name on the cl

lack eyes

and all? But where's your bask

t that out of the stable there at the tave

eter, co

an air of importance. "I'll go fust. It's a mighty long stretch, 'most up to

y; but remembering his adventure in Clevela

tood up solemn and stiff. Instead of tender leaves, they bristled all over with dark green "needles." They had n

ees out west-don't begin! They grow so big you

be done!" replied Pincher-not in

you get 'em do

girdlin' the tree, and then, ever so lo

cried Peter, "I

just told you! You may say, 'I wonder,'

to know what other trees you have;' that

heaven, and papaw, and 'simmon, and a

s a 's

weet. Ugh!" added Horace, making a wry face; "you better look out when th

's a

ccount. The pigs eat it. It tastes like a custar

t's a tree

ree of heaven, I suppose. It has pink hollyhocks gr

ne trees, among the soft moss and last year's cones. Horace was very anxious to gather eno

ok over yonder for some wintergre

es, I know it well enough. It spangles 'round.

was telling the truth, and supposed his grandmother wo

ng this, Horace happened to reme

ey'll be glad I came, if I

nes;" of that he was sure. So they struck still deeper into the woods, every step taking them farther from

jackknives; but they both knew the taste

id Peter; "but it's round here

orace: "isn't it about time

sky as if there was a noon-mark up there, and he was the boy to fi

dinner. Aunt Madge had said so; also a roly-poly with foaming sauce. It must now be long ago since the sugar and butter were beaten toget

runk such deep draughts of water, when he didn't care anything about it! But now

orace Los

" said Horace, for at

, sulkily, "ain't we

," said Horace: "Canada

t ain't, no s

hey were too far off to hear it. It was weary work winding in and out, in and out, among the

eter, in a would-be brave tone:

osing his patience: "I never was here before. Humph!

hen," said Peter, adding a

: "if I'd known you used such sw

a few moments after, "I'll keep

Peter's company just now, little as he liked him

ed Peter; "but we

k still, his brown eyes almost starting from their sockets with agony and fear. It proved that he had s

their might to set poor Pincher free; but

!" cried Peter; "just as we'd

nst my dog you'll catch it. Poor little Pincher!" said Horace,

icked his hands, and sai

heart. You didn't know I'd get hurt! Y

said Horace; "O, Pincher! I wish

t the trap held the

"we'll leave the dog here, and g

ing very angry. "I shouldn't want to be your dog!

being what is called an ingenious boy, did actually

nk you could," said

eter; you haven'

ngled, and Pincher had t

set that trap. If my father was h

ly cross tone, for both the boys were tired, hungry, and

Do you have

n none since you've been in the State

t have been moose-meat, he was not sure which; but at

re?" thought Hor

ps they were walking straight into a den of bears. He hugged little Pincher clo

ried Peter, "don't

k of my feelings," re

sh we hadn'

play 'hookey' again; bu

ith you any more as long a

ts you to,

ied silence till Peter broke

ve to take it, I tell you. I guess you

had a terrible dread of reaching home, for there was something a gre

thought Horace; "but she'll talk to me about G

o on ahead,"

at

rest a minute

went grumbling. As soon as he was out of sight, Horac

of this woods I'll begin! Keep the bears off, please do,

ople, he waited till he was in sore need before he called upon God; but when h

saying to Pincher, "Poor fellow, poor

shouted Peter: "we're

ought Horace: "why didn'

Woods.-