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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: Whistler - or, The Manly Boy - -Author: Walter Aimwell - -Release Date: March 27, 2022 [eBook #67723] - -Language: English - -Produced by: Richard Hulse, Barry Abrahamsen, and the Online Distributed - Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was - produced from images generously made available by The - Internet Archive/American Libraries.) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WHISTLER *** - - - - - -[Illustration: - - THE FOREST PICNIC. (_See page 123._) -] - - - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - -[Illustration: - - The - Aimwell - Stories. - - BY - Walter Aimwell. - - Whistler - - TAKE HEED WILL SURELY SPEED - - Gould & Lincoln -] - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - The Aimwell Stories. - - --------------------- - - - - WHISTLER; - - - OR, - - - THE MANLY BOY. - - - BY - - - WALTER AIMWELL, - - AUTHOR OF “OSCAR,” “CLINTON,” “ELLA,” ETC. - - - - - WITH ILLUSTRATIONS. - - - - - BOSTON: - GOULD AND LINCOLN, - 59 WASHINGTON STREET. - - NEW YORK: SHELDON, BLAKEMAN & CO. - CINCINNATI: GEORGE S. BLANCHARD. - 1857. - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1856, by - GOULD AND LINCOLN, - In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the District of - Massachusetts. - - - - Electro-Stereotyped by - G. J. STILES & COMPANY, - 23 Congress Street, Boston. - - - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - PREFACE. - - -------------- - - -THE object of this book is to portray the character of the MANLY BOY—a -character that never fails to inspire love and esteem, if only it be -natural and genuine. That a youth may still be a real boy in his tastes, -his pursuits, and his feelings,—as every young lad certainly ought to -be,—and yet exhibit something of true manliness in his spirit and -deportment, will, it is hoped, be made manifest to the youngest mind, in -the story of WHISTLER. - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - ADVERTISEMENT. - - - -------------- - - “PRECEPTS MAY LEAD, BUT EXAMPLES DRAW.” - - -------------- - - -“THE AIMWELL STORIES” are designed to portray some of the leading phases -of juvenile character, and to point out their tendencies to future good -and evil. This they undertake to do, by describing the quiet, natural -scenes and incidents of every-day life, in city and country, at home and -abroad, at school and upon the play-ground, rather than by resorting to -romantic adventures and startling effects. While their main object is to -persuade the young to lay well the foundations of their characters, to -win them to the ways of virtue, and to incite them to good deeds and -noble aims, the attempt is also made to mingle amusing, curious, and -useful information with the moral lessons conveyed. It is hoped that the -volumes will thus be made attractive and agreeable, as well as -instructive, to the youthful reader. - -Each volume of the “Aimwell Stories” will be complete and independent of -itself, although a connecting thread will run through the whole series. -The order of the volumes, so far as completed, is as follows: - - I. OSCAR; OR, THE BOY WHO HAD HIS OWN WAY. - II. CLINTON; OR, BOY-LIFE IN THE COUNTRY. - III. ELLA; OR, TURNING OVER A NEW LEAF. - IV. WHISTLER; OR, THE MANLY BOY. - V. MARCUS; OR, THE BOY-TAMER. (_In Preparation._) - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CONTENTS. - - -------------- - - - CHAPTER I. - - A VACATION JOURNEY. - - PAGE - - The last bell—The man who was too 17 - late—Underway—Going down the - harbor—Whistler—How he came by his - name—Mr. Preston—Ella and - Emily—Supper—Scrabbling and - rudeness—An overheard remark—How - American voracity strikes a - foreigner—Whistler’s - resolution—Turning in—The berths—The - boot-black—Lying awake—Morning - naps—The river—Pleasant - scenery—Breakfast at the tavern—The - stage-coach ride—Cross - Roads—Clinton—The journey’s end, - - - CHAPTER II. - - LOOKING ABOUT. - - The Davenport family—Whistler’s 28 - cousins—Surveying the premises—The - house—The shop—Tools—Clinton’s - skill—The barn—Rye—Verdancy—The - swine—Clinton’s fowls—How he managed - them—The patch of corn—A partnership - proposed—The other side of the - account—The kitchen garden—Working on - shares—The secret of Clinton’s - success—His studies—The ducks and - their home—Geography of Brookdale—Map - of the town, - - - CHAPTER III. - - Clinton’s chamber—The furniture—The 41 - writing-desk—The library—The - schooner—Pictures—Lessons - suspended—Plans about - work—Morning—Milking—A talk about the - cows—Daisy’s uneasiness—Conversation - suspended—Breakfast—Impromptu - rhymes—Clinton’s favorite song—The - turkeys and - hens—Weeding—Witch-grass—Difficulty of - exterminating it—An imagined moral—A - habit of Whistler’s father—The toad—A - cruel act—Ending his misery—Whistler’s - thoughtlessness—Toads not - poisonous—The good they do—How the - boys serve them—Tame toads—How they - eat—“Spitting fire” a vulgar - notion—How the toad disposes of his - old coat—Clinton’s authority for his - statement—The morning’s work - completed, - - - CHAPTER IV. - - AN AFTERNOON’S EXCURSION. - - A walk—The Prestons—A strawberry 56 - party—The swamp—Ella’s - timidity—Snakes—Foolish - prejudices—Poison ivy—The - woodbine—Difference between them—How - Whistler fastened it in his mind—The - law of the association of ideas—A - poison vine found—Temerity and - timidity—Susceptibility to - poison—Poison dogwood—Its - effects—Description of the - plant—Poisonous plants do not bear - beautiful flowers—The strawberry - patch—Poor picking—The boys go - further—Woods and hills—Bald Peak—A - fine view—How far one can see in - Boston—The other side of the hills—The - report of a gun—A solitary place—A - sportsman—Scaring the game—A rough - salutation—An ill-favored fellow—A few - questions—The man’s lameness—His - account of himself—A favor asked—A - difficulty—A secret divulged—Clinton’s - promise—A threat—They separate—What - Clinton knew about the man—Driving the - cows home, - - - CHAPTER V. - - THE ACCIDENT. - - A rainy day—The hay-cutter—Blood—A 74 - mutilated finger—The missing piece—The - first outburst of grief—The tip - replaced—Sympathy—The - doctor—Encouraging words—The case of - instruments—Sewing the piece - on—Whistler’s heroic endurance of - pain—Praise—Directions—The fire—A sad - loss—The missing horse—The work of a - villain—Suspicions—Tom Walker—The - public security diminished—A visit to - the ruins—The two babies—A good - retort—How the finger got - along—Writing home—An unpleasant - duty—An intimation of - carelessness—Whistler’s - sensitiveness—Clinton’s defence—His - device for making the hay-cutter - safe—Its successful operation—The - letter mailed—Going to bed—Some - speculations about Dick - Sneider—Suspicions—A restless night, - - - CHAPTER VI. - - A LITERARY ENTERPRISE. - - Whistler’s wounded finger—Threshing—A 89 - dialogue wanted—A proposal—The - picnic—Declamation—Hunting for a - subject—Poor success—A new idea—The - dialogue completed—The story on which - it was founded—The quarrel—A - surprise—The master’s reproof—The - mutual flogging—Satisfaction—Forced - reconciliation—The “kiss of - peace”—Laughter and shame—Arrangements - for a rehearsal—Spouting Hollow—A talk - with Mr. Davenport about the - dialogue—He reads it—The boys’ - suspense—His opinion of its literary - merits—His objections to it—The - fighting scene—Moral influence of such - spectacles—Difference between written - descriptions and stage performances of - obnoxious scenes—Errors of the - teacher—The general effect bad—Chagrin - and disappointment—An unguarded - remark—Whistler’s spirit - aroused—Another trial—A subject - found—The task finished—The rehearsal, - - - CHAPTER VII. - - THE INCENDIARY. - - Driving a nail—How to prevent 107 - splitting—Wetting nails—Mr. Walker’s - arrival—News—The stolen horse - found—The suspected rogue—Clinton’s - disclosures—Mr. Walker’s temper—A - furious outbreak—Mrs. Davenport’s - interference—Mitigating - circumstances—Whistler’s courage - reviving—Clinton’s threat—The folly of - flying into a passion—Tears—Mr. - Davenport—His regrets—Whistler’s - generous confession—One of Clinton’s - failings—His defence—Want of - reflection—Thinking an action right - does not make it so—Searching - questions—Compulsory promises—They are - binding, if right in themselves—Wrong - promises not binding—The rule - applied—Clinton convicted—Consequences - of not thinking—A volunteer - defence—The heads of the “brief”—The - judgment softened—The lost horse—The - lesson, - - - CHAPTER VIII. - - THE FOREST PICNIC. - - An early turn out—Morning work—Starting 122 - for the picnic—The church—The - rendezvous—The procession—The forest - road—The falls—The grove—A talk about - Oscar—His letter—Account of his - history—Games and - amusements—Preparations for - speaking—The log cabin—Its - interior—The exercises—The dialogue of - “The Rival Speakers”—A dispute—They - both begin—Interruptions—Ludicrous - imitations—A coincidence—More - beginnings and - interruptions—Coaxings—How the - Irishman and his wife divided the - house—Tom’s withdrawal—Sam’s - impudence—His breakdown—Inglorious - retreat—The authors’ suspense—Their - triumph—The - intermission—Congratulations—Mr. - Walker—His commendation—His - apology—How the boys received - it—Burdens removed—Injuries sink - deeper than apologies—The - dinner—Speeches—Going a - blueberrying—The ride home—Five miles - of talk—Silence—What Clinton was - thinking of—His question proposed—Why - it was not proposed sooner—Mr. - Davenport’s explanation—A - distinction—Sam’s character—Clinton - satisfied—Arrival home, - - - CHAPTER IX. - - THE MIDNIGHT ATTACK. - - A shrunken arm—Importance of exercise—An 143 - exciting discovery—Slaughter of the - fowls—An ungracious crow—Curiosity - excited—Speculations—Depredations of - skunks—Lack of vigilance—A bounty - offered—Burying the dead—Something - about skunks—The trap—The wolf and - deer—Chased by a wolf—The wolf and the - sheep—Bears—A trip to the logging - camp—Uncle Tim’s story—Depredations in - the cornfield—The trap - unsuccessful—Watching for the - beast—His tragic end—Bruin and the - boy—A juvenile hero—A neighborly - visit—Wild-cats—Two kinds—A fight with - a wild-cat—A walk to Mr. Preston’s—His - opinion of the affair—Ella’s - timidity—Quizzing—The nooning—Clinton - not much affected by his loss—How a - man may gain by his losses—Mr. - Davenport’s experience—Our happiness - not dependent on money—Our - stewardship—Clinton’s money not his - own—Debt due his parents—Their legal - claim upon his earnings—Man’s - dependence—Clinton’s pecuniary - loss—His accounts—His profits—Setting - the trap, - - - CHAPTER X. - - THE HOMEWARD TRIP. - - Why the wild-cat was not caught—A long 166 - storm—The dissected map—How it was - made—A pleasant and profitable - diversion—Preparations for going - home—The trap returned—Whistler’s - attachment for his Brookdale - friends—The hour of parting—The ride - to the Cross Roads—The stage coach—The - train—The locomotive—Clinton’s - knowledge of steam engines—View from - the car windows—A talk about a cross - engineer—Bad and good traits—The - engineer’s responsibility—Who takes - the credit, and who the blame—Some of - the engineer’s duties—High speed—What - a locomotive might do without a - master—A runaway engine, and how it - was stopped—Another runaway—A - frightful race—Fortunate - termination—Tediousness of railroad - travelling—Attention attracted by the - train—The boys on the water—The dog, - horse, sheep, cow, &c.—Arrival at - Boston—Ralph, - - - CHAPTER XI. - - THE CITY HOME. - - Morning—First 179 - impressions—Bouncer—Whistler’s frolic - and talk with him—Bouncer’s message to - Clinton—The view from the - windows—Blocks of - buildings—Description of Whistler’s - home—His chamber—How it was - furnished—Whistler’s father—A loud - summons—A quiet joke—The - dining-room—Breakfast—Conversation—Boston - sights—Three strange rules for a - country boy—Clinton’s - perplexity—Whistler’s attempt to - relieve him—Mr. Davenport’s early - “greenness”—His brother’s rebukes—His - reply—Clinton’s decision—City - greenhorns—Whistler and the cows—A - good rejoinder—Ettie’s queer - question—A talk about cows—Mr. - Davenport’s twofold motive—The golden - mean, - - - CHAPTER XII. - - ROMANCE AND REALITY. - - A day’s ramble about town—Strange sights 191 - and sounds—Fatigue—The alarm of - fire—Where it came from—General - indifference to it—The fire engine—The - boys at home—Ettie and her dissected - map—Queer transformations—Description - of the fire-alarm telegraph—The signal - stations—The central office—How the - bells are struck—Its value—Mr. - Davenport’s questions—His fatigue—A - comparison between city and country - workers—Whistler’s anticipated - farm—Playful retort—Romance of the - farm—All men not made for - farmers—Other pursuits necessary—The - great mistake—A dry but important - subject—Clinton’s choice of a - profession—Why he would like to be a - merchant—Romantic notions of - mercantile life—The other - side—Practical application—The summing - up—A few first principles of political - economy—A legal opinion without a fee, - - - CHAPTER XIII. - - SIGHT-SEEING. - - School—The tramp begun—Dogs—The 206 - dog-cart—The image dealer—The released - bird—An unnecessary piece of - information—How received—The - invitation—The birds—A surprise—The - Common—A beautiful scene—The - fountain—View of it—Its various - jets—Vast quantity of water required - to feed it—Changing the jet—The great - elm—A new acquaintance—A proposal - accepted—The State House—A journey to - its top—The lantern—A magnificent - view—The descent—Clinton’s wanderings - in unknown regions—A discovery—How he - happened to get turned round—Safe - arrival—A laugh over the adventure—The - distracted Quaker—The bewildered boy, - - - CHAPTER XIV. - - SCHOOL TRIALS. - - Whistler’s first day at school—Unhappy 224 - recollections—A severe - disappointment—Interview with his - father—Why Whistler did not get into - the high school—He is acquitted of - blame—His reluctance to return to his - old school—His character as a - scholar—A failure the first - day—Mortification—A commission from - the teacher—Its acceptance—Clinton’s - puzzle—The drawings commenced—A - difficult task—Whistler’s ambition - aroused—Clinton’s visit to the - school—An insulting nickname proposed - for a new scholar—Whistler’s - interference in his behalf—He is - himself attacked—His self-control—What - David had to take—A kind word from - Whistler—A challenge—How Whistler - treated it—The young bully’s cowardice - exposed—The school exercises—The - principal’s story—The sick boy—His - first appearance at school—A mean - assailant—A gallant defender—The story - brought home to the school—The verdict - of the scholars on the conduct of the - boys—Who the real dunce is—Difference - between learning easily and studying - hard—Who the most promising scholar - is—Juvenile dulness of famous - men—School dismissed, - - - CHAPTER XV. - - LESSONS IN PHYSIOLOGY. - - The drawings finished—A short school 243 - lecture—Sitting and standing—The - proper position—Two illustrations—The - sitting position illustrated—Curious - mechanism of the backbone—How it - becomes distorted—Effect of stooping - upon the lungs—An experiment or - two—Keeping the arms on a - level—Ettie’s kitten—Whistler’s - joke—The kitten missed—The - search—Whistler’s sad discovery—Policy - of keeping it secret—A good rule - remembered—A wise - decision—Confession—Whistler’s - thoughtlessness—Ettie’s grief, - - - CHAPTER XVI. - - THE PRESTON FAMILY. - - A request—A rule of the house—The 256 - Preston children—Oscar and - Whistler—Marcus—Plans for Oscar’s - benefit—A letter from Brookdale—Dick - Sneider arrested—The wild-cat—Jumping - at a conclusion—Unexpected meeting of - Clinton and Oscar—A good - resolution—Going to the academy—Marcus - invited to become a teacher—Showing - favors to relatives—Ronald—Marcus the - making of him—Bad French—Ronald’s - roguery—Getting into a tight - place—Alarming and ludicrous - predicament—His release—The visit to - Montpelier—Ronald in handcuffs—A sorry - joke—Fortunate escape—Another boy in - another kind of handcuffs—The - advertisement for a boy—An amusing - answer—Fetters of ignorance—The other - applicants—A neat letter—A - recognition—A chance - acquaintance—Favorable impressions—A - pleasant visit, - - - CHAPTER XVII. - - A WATER EXCURSION. - - A sailing party—A damper—Permission 272 - obtained—A struggle—Noble - self-denial—Commendation—Planning a - reward—The guests invited—Henry—The - birthday present—The - yacht—Starting—Collisions—Beating - out—The steamship—Fine - views—Life-preservers—Dodging the - boom—A narrow escape—The cabin—The - table—Berths—The cook-room—Castle - Island—Homeward-bound ship—Long Island - Light—Extra clothing—Dinner—Sudden - departures from the table—The - ocean—The screw steamer—George’s - Island—Fort Warren—The sea - wall—Landing—Entrance to the fort—The - enclosure—Ascending the parapets—Cost - of the fortress—Its entire command of - the harbor—Places for the - guns—Interior of the fortress—How the - guns are worked—Rooms for the - soldiers—Strength of the fortress—How - it might be taken—A wish—The sail - back—Defence of the “Echo”—An impudent - schooner—The skipper’s disgust—A - nautical insult—Landing, - - - CHAPTER XVIII. - - LAST DAY OF THE VISIT. - - The group around the fire—No tidings 294 - from Jerry—What Whistler had - learned—The three hardest words—Candid - confession of a great - general—Confessing errors requires - bravery—Another fact learned—The boys’ - petition for shorter - lessons—Whistler’s refusal to sign - it—His motives impugned—Boyish - intolerance—Effects of the petition on - the teacher—Its disrespectful - tone—Character of the signers—Public - reading of their names—A secret - honorably kept—Clinton’s opinion of - the city—Opportunities—Too much - assistance—How strong characters are - produced—The learned blacksmith—The - learned shoemaker—What can be done in - one hour a day—The extract—A higher - aim than success—Character—How it is - formed—Compared to a cable—Conclusion, - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - Illustrations. - - -------------- - - - THE FOREST PICNIC, FRONTISPIECE - VIGNETTE, TITLE PAGE - THE STEAMER, 19 - THE FARM-HOUSE, 30 - MAP OF BROOKDALE, 40 - THE GUNNER, 68 - CLINTON THRESHING, 90 - THE FOREST ROAD, 124 - UNCLE TIM AND THE BEAR, 154 - SALUTING THE TRAIN, 177 - THE DOG CART, 207 - THE IMAGE VENDER, 208 - THE FOUNTAIN, 213 - WRONG STANDING POSITION, 245 - RIGHT STANDING POSITION, 245 - WRONG SITTING POSITION, 246 - RIGHT SITTING POSITION, 247 - STEAMSHIP, 279 - HOW THE CABLE IS MADE, 307 - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - WHISTLER. - - ---------- - - - - - CHAPTER I. - - A VACATION JOURNEY. - - -THE steamer’s bell is pealing forth its last call. The huge, hot engine, -as if impatient of delay, seems hissing at every joint, while the dark -clouds that roll up from its smoke-pipes tell of the activity of the -sweltering firemen below. The hawser is cast off. A tardy passenger or -two are hurried over the gangway, and their baggage sent after them with -more celerity than care. A carriage, driven at a furious rate, is coming -down the wharf, and a man’s head and arm are thrust out of the -window,—the arm “sawing the air” in a most vehement manner. But his -gesticulations are in vain. The gangway is drawn in on deck; the wheels -slowly move; the steamer gently swings away from her moorings; and by -the time the carriage is abreast of her, six yards of foam-covered water -separate the would-be passenger from the crowded deck. A general -half-suppressed laugh from the crowd on the wharf and the steamer -reminds the unhappy straggler that there is something ridiculous, as -well as provoking, in being a little too late; and, seeking refuge in -the carriage, he is leisurely driven off, to be again laughed at, -perchance, when he reaches the home he had lately left in such hot -haste. - -The steamer has now got clear of the vessels moored around her, and -begins to move with greater speed. So easy is the motion, it would not -be difficult for those on board to imagine that the wharf itself had -hoisted sail, and parted company with the steamer, to take a turn about -the harbor on its own account. Little groups on shore and on board the -boat are exchanging farewells by the waving of hats and handkerchiefs. -But soon the distance becomes too great for recognition; wharves and -warehouses mingle together; the city assumes a crowded and compact look, -and finally resolves itself into that beautiful panorama which Boston -presents when viewed from the sea. Even this view soon fades, and is -lost; for the steamer is now far down the harbor, gallantly ploughing -her way through the dark-blue waters. - -[Illustration] - -Among the passengers who were enjoying the scene from the upper, or -hurricane deck, might have been seen a gentleman and three children, who -appeared to be intent upon missing no object of interest. The largest of -the children was a bright and pleasant looking boy of fourteen. His name -was William Davenport; but he was frequently called Willie, and still -oftener Whistler, by his young associates. This latter name he acquired -when several years younger, being indebted for it to his whistling -talents, which were really quite clever. He rather liked the nickname; -and, indeed, had become so accustomed to it, that even “Willie” did not -sound quite natural, and “Bill” was altogether out of the question. You -must not suppose, however, that he was one of those whistling bores who -give our ears no rest from their shrill pipings, either in house or in -street. On the contrary, he was rather chary of his music,—perhaps more -so than he would have been but for his nickname, which put him on his -guard against spending too much of his breath in this manner. But, then, -he _could_ whistle beautifully when he chose to; and, as he had a quick -ear for music, he caught all the new and popular airs of the day, which -made his performances still more pleasant to the listener. Whistler we -shall call him, therefore, in imitation of his comrades. He belonged in -Boston, and was now on his way to a distant town in Maine, where he was -to spend his summer vacation with the family of his uncle. - -The gentleman who was with Whistler was Mr. Preston. He was a stout, -sun-burnt, and plainly-dressed man, and was on his way home from a visit -to Boston, with his eldest daughter, Emily, a girl of thirteen. The -other girl, who was a few months younger, was Ella Preston, a cousin of -Emily, who lived in Boston, and was now on her way to her uncle’s home -in Brookdale. It was in this same town that Whistler’s uncle lived; and -being well acquainted with Ella, he had arranged to make the journey in -company with her little party. - -It was a mild August evening, and the sea was calm. Mr. Preston and the -children remained upon the deck until the supper-bell sounded, when they -went down into the cabin, and found a long table spread, around which -the hungry passengers were crowding and pushing, without much regard to -manners, or even decency. It was with some difficulty that Mr. Preston -procured seats for the children; and even then the difficulty was but -half overcome, for it required a good deal of effort, not to say -rudeness, to obtain enough to eat, so ravenous and selfish were the -company, and so limited was the supply upon the table. The meal was -swallowed, and the cabin vacated, in about ten minutes. Shortly after, -as Whistler was walking about, he overheard a few remarks between two -gentlemen, that set him to thinking. From their appearance, and their -peculiar accent, he concluded they were foreign gentlemen, travelling -for pleasure. - -“You did not witness the feeding of the animals?” said one of the -gentlemen, who had just come up from the cabin. - -“No,” said the other, “I have no taste for such exhibitions. I took the -precaution to drink my tea before I came on board.” - -“Well, sir,” added the first speaker, “I’ve breakfasted with the Turks, -I’ve dined with the Arabs, I’ve supped with the Chinese, and I’ve eaten -with nearly all the nations of Europe; but, sir, I must say that I never -met with such a greedy, scrabbling set of gormandizers as I have found -in this country. Why, sir, they seize and devour their food like wild -beasts. They shovel it down whole, sir, just as a dog bolts his meat. I -only wonder that these Yankees do not dispense with knives and forks -altogether. Yes, sir, those implements of a civilized table seem -altogether out of place in their hands.” - -This was all that Whistler heard. The unpleasant American habit which so -disgusted this gentleman, and which is often glaringly conspicuous in -our hotels and steamboats, has been justly censured with great severity -by foreigners who have visited us. Whistler had himself observed the -rude and greedy conduct at the table; but he supposed such scenes were -always enacted when large numbers of people got together to eat. Now, -however, he had learned that it was a peculiarly American -characteristic; and, perceiving how it was viewed by intelligent and -well-bred foreigners, his pride and patriotism were both touched, and he -made up his mind that he would never be guilty of such rudeness, either -at a public or a private table. - -The air was now becoming damp and chilly, and little could be seen -beyond the steamer’s decks, save the occasional flash of some distant -lighthouse. The passengers began to disappear, some seeking out -sheltered nooks in the stern, and others retiring to the saloons and -berths. Mr. Preston gave Emily and Ellen in charge to the stewardess, -who conducted them to their berths in the ladies’ saloon; while himself -and Whistler soon after turned in to their own quarters in the -gentlemen’s cabin. The saloons were lined on each side with berths -arranged in three tiers. Each berth was furnished with bedding, and -screened in front by a drapery curtain. The two selected by Mr. Preston, -though not favorite ones in their location, were the best that were not -engaged when he bought his tickets. One of them was an upper berth; and, -as Whistler was the lightest and nimblest of the two, it was assigned to -him, while Mr. Preston took the other, directly beneath him. - -Following the example of others, Whistler put off his shoes, jacket and -shirt-collar, and climbed into his lofty and narrow sleeping-place. -Here, partially concealed by his curtain, he amused himself by watching -the movements of his fellow-passengers, and listening to their remarks. -When Mr. Preston, who had been reading a newspaper, got ready to retire, -he picked up Whistler’s shoes from the floor, and told him to put them -on a shelf over the berth, if he did not want “Boots” to get them. This -personage, he afterwards explained, was a colored man, who gathered up -all the boots and shoes he could find in the night, and cleaned them, -charging each of the respective owners a ninepence (the ninepence is -twelve and a half cents in New England) for his services. As Whistler’s -shoes did not need to undergo this process, his friend was probably -justified in thus interfering with the legitimate business of the -aforesaid “Boots.” - -The novelty of his position, the glare of the saloon lamps, and the -noise of the machinery, made it rather difficult for Whistler to get to -sleep. The ocean was so smooth, however, that he felt no symptoms of -seasickness; and he was very well contented to lie awake in his berth, -so long as he was not troubled with this distressing malady, from which -he had once suffered quite severely while sailing in the harbor. But, in -spite of all disturbing influences, he was favored with several good -naps towards morning, from one of which he awoke, and discerned the gray -light of morning through a small window over his berth. He lowered -himself down from his elevated bed, and went on deck, when he found that -the steamer had already entered the river, the banks of which were -scarcely visible through the heavy mist with which the atmosphere was -loaded. Ella and Emily soon made their appearance, and declared that -their first night on the ocean was anything but disagreeable. The fog -rapidly disappeared before the sun; and, as they advanced up the river, -the scenery became more interesting, so that their attention was -constantly occupied, until Mr. Preston informed them that they had -reached their landing-place. - -Our travellers were still forty miles from Brookdale; but the rest of -the journey was to be by land. On landing, they went directly to the -village tavern, where they found a good breakfast awaiting them, to -which, however, they could devote but a very few minutes, for the stage -coach was waiting. Having made as large a draft on the driver’s patience -as they deemed prudent, they took their seats in the vehicle, and -resumed their journey. For a while, the children found much to interest -them in the country through which they passed; but it soon became an old -story; and before they had climbed half of the hills that separated them -from Brookdale, the inquiries were frequently heard,— - -“How far have we got to go, _now_, Mr. Preston? Haven’t we come more -than half way? Shan’t we get there before noon?” - -As the stage coach did not pass through Brookdale, passengers for that -village were obliged to leave it at a place called the Cross Roads, -about five miles distant, and find their way over as best they could. It -was noon when our party reached this stopping-place. As they alighted, a -boy about fourteen years old stepped up to Mr. Preston, who introduced -him to Ella and Whistler as Clinton Davenport. The two boys were -cousins; but they had never seen each other before. It seemed that -Clinton, knowing they were expected, had gone over to the Cross Roads -after them, with a wagon. A drive of five miles through a pleasant road -brought them to their journey’s end. They were in Brookdale. - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER II. - - LOOKING ABOUT. - - -DINNER was on the table when Whistler arrived at Mr. Davenport’s, and he -found his uncle and aunt, and his little cousin Annie, ready to welcome -him to their hospitalities. These, with Clinton, constituted the whole -family. The young stranger soon felt quite at home in their society. He -was much pleased with his cousins at first sight, for he had never seen -either of them before. Annie, who was about seven years old, was a -beautiful child, with golden curls and fair blue eyes, and a face full -of gentleness and affection. She seemed to be the pet of the household. -Clinton, though but a month or two older than Whistler, was a stouter -and taller boy, and his browned skin and hardened hands told that he was -not unacquainted with labor and out-door exposure. He had, moreover, an -intelligent, cheerful, and frank expression of countenance, that could -not help prepossessing a stranger in his favor. The parents of these -children Whistler had previously seen at his own house, and he had -always numbered them among his favorite relatives. - -Whistler’s first movement, after dinner, was to make an inspection of -the premises. He found that his uncle’s farm lay at the base of a range -of hills, and embraced a wide extent of land, a good part of which -seemed to be under skilful cultivation. The house itself was set back a -few rods from the street, and was pleasantly situated, with its front -towards the south. It was a snug, plain-looking building, a story and a -half high, with a kitchen and wood-shed attached in the rear. A noble -oak tree, in front, afforded a grateful shade; and climbing roses and -honeysuckles were trained around the front door, giving a neat and -tasteful aspect to the cottage. In the rear, upon an elevated pole, was -a perfect fac-simile of the house, in miniature, erected for the -accommodation of the birds; and there never was a spring-time when this -snug tenement failed to secure a respectable family as tenants for the -season. On the next page is a view of the premises. - -The barn, which the picture is not large enough to take in, was a short -distance from the house, on the left. It was much larger than the -cottage, and attached to it were buildings for the hens and pigs. - -[Illustration] - -Clinton, who had been busy, now joined his cousin, and offered to -accompany him around the premises. - -“This is what we call the shop,” he said, opening the door into a small -room adjoining the pantry. - -“Why, what a snug little place! and what a lot of tools you have got!” -said Whistler. - -“Father used to be a carpenter before he went to farming,” added -Clinton, “and he has always kept a set of tools. They are handy in such -a place as this, where carpenters are not to be had.” - -“I suppose you work here some, don’t you? If I had such a place, I -should spend half my time in it,” said Whistler. - -“Yes,” replied Clinton; “I use the tools a little. There’s a windmill -I’m making now; but I don’t know when it will be finished. I haven’t -much time to work in the shop in summer.” - -“Clinty made this cart for me,” said Annie, who had followed the boys; -and she pointed to a neat little wagon. - -“Did he? Why, he is a real nice workman,” said Whistler. - -“And he made the vane on the barn, and the bird-house, too,” added -Annie. - -“Can’t you think of something else that I made, Sissy?” said Clinton, -laughing at the pride Annie evidently took in his ingenuity. - -“Yes,” she promptly replied; “he made the arbor over the front door.” - -“Why, Clinton, you _are_ a carpenter, sure enough!” said Whistler. “I -should think you might almost build a house; I mean a real house, not a -bird-house.” - -Clinton smiled at this rather extravagant estimate of his mechanical -skill, and led the way towards the barn, through which he conducted his -cousin, from the cellar almost to the ridge-pole. The hayloft was very -large, and was nearly filled with new-mown hay, the fragrance of which -was delightful. Swallows were darting in and out of the great door, and -gayly twittering among the lofty rafters, where they had made their -nests. A large quantity of unthreshed grain, bound up in sheaves, was -stacked away on the main floor, in one end of the barn. - -“There’s a good lot of straw,” said Whistler, as they passed by the -grain. - -“And something besides straw, too; that is rye,” replied Clinton. - -“Is it rye?” said Whistler. “Well, I’m just green enough not to know -straw from grain, or one kind of grain from another. Father told me I -should make myself so verdant that the cows would chase me, and I don’t -know but that he was right.” - -“They laugh about country people being green, when they go to the city,” -said Clinton; “but I guess they don’t appear much worse than city folks -sometimes do in the country. I don’t mean you, though,” he added; “for -you haven’t done anything very bad yet.” - -Whistler broke off a head of rye, and found concealed beneath the -bearded points several hard, plump kernels, that had a sweet and -pleasant taste. Following his cousin, he then visited the pig-pen, which -was behind the barn, and connected with a portion of the barn cellar. -Half a dozen fat porkers were lazily stretched about, in shady places, -presenting one of those familiar groups that, if they do not appeal to -the artist’s sense of the beautiful, _do_ appeal most forcibly to the -plain farmer’s sense of lard and “middlings.” If not picturesque, they -are decidedly _baconesque_, which some people consider much better. - -“Now you must go and see my biddies,” said Clinton; and he led the way -to a large hen-coop, near the piggery. - -“Are these _your_ fowls?” inquired Whistler. - -“Yes, they are all mine,” replied his cousin. “Father gave me all of his -fowls, five years ago, and I have managed them just as I pleased ever -since. I have to find their food, and I have all their eggs and -chickens. Even the eggs mother uses she has to buy of me.” - -“That is a first-rate plan,” said Whistler. “I should think you might -make lots of money in that way.” - -“This isn’t all,” added Clinton; “I have a flock of turkeys, and a lot -of ducks, besides. The turkeys are off, somewhere; they roam all over -the farm. The ducks are in that little house down by the brook; we’ll go -and see them by-and-by.” - -“I should think I was rich, if I owned so many creatures,” said -Whistler. “But you have to buy corn for them,—I suppose that takes off -the profit, doesn’t it?” - -“I haven’t bought a bushel of corn since the first year I had them,” -replied Clinton. “Do you see that cornfield, just beyond the brook? That -is _my_ field. I planted and hoed it myself, and I shall have all the -corn that grows there.” - -“But how did you come by it?—did you buy the land?” inquired Whistler, -more astonished than ever. - -“No, I don’t own the land,” replied Clinton. “Father has got more than -he can cultivate, and he lets me have the use of that piece for nothing. -He helps me plough and harrow it, too; but I have to do everything else -myself. If I want any manure, I pay him for it. If the corn does well, I -shall have enough to carry all my fowls through another year. There will -be a lot of corn fodder too, that I shall sell to father for the cows; -and I have a lot of pumpkins scattered in among the corn, that will be -worth something in the fall.” - -“Well, you’re a real farmer, as well as a carpenter, that’s a fact,” -said his cousin. “How I should like to be in your shoes!—and not in -yours, either, but in another pair just like them. Come, don’t you want -a partner? I’ll buy in, and we’ll start a new firm—‘C. & W. Davenport, -Farmers, Poultry Dealers and Carpenters.’ Won’t that sound tall! What -will you sell out one half of your business for? I haven’t much capital, -and don’t know much about the business; but I’ll try to make myself -useful.” - -“I’m afraid you would get sick of the bargain,” replied Clinton. “You’d -find it pretty tough work to hoe an acre of corn down there in the sun, -when the thermometer is up to ninety in the shade. It’s a good deal of -trouble, too, to take care of so many fowls every day, in summer and -winter. I like to do it, to be sure; but a great many boys would think -they were real slaves if they had to do what I do.” - -“It doesn’t take all your time, does it?” inquired Whistler. - -“O, no,” replied Clinton. “I suppose it doesn’t take me more than two -hours a day, on an average, to take care of my fowls and cornfield; but -I do other work besides. I have had the whole care of the garden this -summer. Come and look at it.” - -They proceeded to a large patch of ground in the rear of the house, -which was devoted to a kitchen garden. It had been sown with peas, -beans, radishes, lettuce, onions, early potatoes, sweet corn, cucumbers, -and other vegetables. Some of the crops had already been gathered, such -as the lettuce, radishes, and green peas; and the others seemed to be in -a flourishing condition. - -“After we had planted the garden last spring,” resumed Clinton, “father -told me that if I would take the whole care of it, I might have one -fourth of all the profits. I thought it was a pretty good offer, and so -I took it up, and I’ve never been sorry for it yet. The garden has done -very well, so far. We keep an account of everything that is raised; and -next fall I can tell just how much my share will come to. I haven’t had -to work so hard as I expected I should, either. I do a little every day, -and the weeds don’t have a chance to get the upper hand of me. That is -the way to manage a garden. If I should let my work get behindhand, I -suppose I should very soon be discouraged.” - -“Mr. Preston told us that you did almost as much work as a man,” said -Whistler; “and I think he was about right. One thing is pretty certain: -you can’t have much time to play.” - -“O, no, I don’t work so hard as a man,” replied Clinton. “It only takes -about one half of my time to do all my work; but then I have some -errands to do, and my lessons to study.” - -“I heard about your studying at home, and reciting to your mother: is -that the way you do?” inquired Whistler. - -“Yes,” replied Clinton; “our school doesn’t keep in the summer, and, as -I have some spare time, I study a little at home. Last summer my rule -was to study two hours a day; but this year I have had more work to do, -and haven’t studied quite so much.” - -“What do you study?” inquired his cousin. - -“Arithmetic and grammar, principally,” replied Clinton; “but I write a -composition once a fortnight and now and then get a spelling or a -geography lesson.” - -The boys now proceeded towards the duck-house. This was a small, rough -shed; but it answered the purpose for which it was intended very well. -It was situated near a small brook, and there was a little artificial -pond connected with it, in which the ducks could swim when the water in -the brook was low. Clinton himself made both the pond and the -duck-house, the summer previous. There were about a dozen ducks in the -pond, several of which were very small, being but a few weeks old. They -gracefully sailed off as the boys approached; but when Clinton spoke to -them they recognized his voice, and wheeled about towards him. - -Having visited the principal objects of interest on the farm, Whistler -began to manifest some curiosity about the geography of Brookdale. He -got a pretty good idea of the natural features of the town, by ascending -a high hill back of his uncle’s house. Before him lay a beautiful lake, -or pond, as the Brookdale people called it, which looked like a bright -mirror set in emerald. A narrow river, glistening in the sunlight like a -silver thread, stole along through the meadows towards the southwest. -There were but a few widely scattered houses in sight, for Brookdale was -only a small farming settlement. On the north and east the view was -hemmed in by high hills, covered with trees; but in other directions the -prospect was extensive. Clinton pointed out to his cousin a mountain -which he said was twenty miles distant. It looked like a faint cloud on -the horizon. - -[Illustration] - -But I can give you a better idea of the geography of Brookdale by the -aid of a little map, which will show you at a glance an outline of the -objects which Whistler saw from the hill, and also some things which he -could not see from that position. The house numbered 1 is Mr. -Davenport’s, and behind it is the hill from which Whistler obtained his -view. No. 2 is Mr. Preston’s house, and No. 3 is the schoolhouse. The -map shows the position of the lake, the river, and the brook near Mr. -Davenport’s house. It also shows the Cross Roads village, and the -principal roads passing through the town. - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER III. - - A MORNING’S WORK. - - -CLINTON’S chamber, which Whistler was to share during his stay in -Brookdale, was one of the most curious rooms in the house. It was in the -second story, on the west side of the house,—the side represented as -nearest to the spectator in the engraving on page 30. It had two -windows, one on the west, and the other—a luthern, or dormer -window,—looking towards the south. The room was of pretty good size, but -was low studded, the pitch of the roof bringing the ceiling so far down, -on the sides, that a boy twelve years old could not stand up straight -under it. This made it seem like a garret to Whistler, who had always -slept in a large, airy chamber; but the walls were plastered and -papered, and the room was in all other respects comfortably finished. It -had a neat and cosy air, however, which, in spite of its low ceiling, -won rapidly upon the city boy’s regards. The tastes and habits of its -occupant were reflected in nearly every article. The bed, chairs and -table, were such as you might find in almost any boy’s chamber; but the -extras that you do _not_ find in every body’s room were quite numerous. - -The first thing that attracted Whistler’s notice was a neat little box -upon the table, made of maple. On turning over the top, it was -transformed into a portable writing-desk, and was found to be supplied -with pens, ink and paper. This, Clinton informed him, was a birthday -present from his father, who made it. A small book-rack, with three -shelves, was fastened to the wall, and held Clinton’s little library. -The books were mostly of a juvenile order, and among them were several -that Whistler had sent to him in former years. The rack itself was of -Clinton’s own workmanship, and was very neatly made. Upon the upper -shelf, which held no books, there was another specimen of his handiwork, -in the shape of a full-rigged schooner, with sails spread and flag -flying. Brought up in an inland town, and never having seen the salt -water but once or twice, Clinton knew but little about vessels. And yet -he had built quite a respectable schooner; although, to the more -experienced eye of Whistler, the model was not of the most approved -clipper style. The name, “Dolphin,” was painted on the stern. - -A number of engravings, of various degrees of merit, were attached by -pins to the walls of Clinton’s room. Pasted upon the wall, around the -looking-glass, there was a whole constellation of small pictures, which -evidently had once figured in newspapers and handbills. The windows were -furnished with paper curtains, which, judging from the quantity of -pulleys, fish-bone rings, cords, and other rigging attached, were -evidently put up by Clinton with an eye rather to ingenuity than -simplicity of arrangement. - -Such was the room to which Clinton introduced his cousin, when the -family retired at night. After glancing at the various objects I have -described, Whistler noticed a slate and several school books upon the -table, and inquired: - -“When do you study your lessons, Clinton? Have you got to get one this -evening?” - -“No,” he replied; “I’m going to have a vacation now. Father thinks I had -better suspend my studies while you are here, so that I may have as much -time to spend with you as possible. I am going to arrange my work, too, -so that it won’t take so much of my time.” - -“You needn’t do that,” said Whistler; “I can help you some about your -work, and I’d rather do it than not. I can drive the cows home, and help -weed the beds, and hoe the corn, and do lots of other things.” - -“Well, you can help me some, if you want to,” replied Clinton. And the -boys continued to lay their plans, and talk over matters of mutual -interest, for an hour after they had got into bed, when sleep began to -steal over their senses, and their pleasant schemes melted imperceptibly -into airy dreams. - -Early the next morning, before the sun was up, a rap on the chamber door -aroused the boys, and was instantly obeyed; for it was the signal to -arise, from Clinton’s mother. Having hastily dressed themselves, they -proceeded to the barn-yard, where they found Mr. Davenport engaged in -milking the cows. A vacant stool, an empty bucket, and a gentle-looking -cow, were awaiting Clinton’s movements and without any delay he seated -himself by the side of “Daisy,” and the milky stream began to flow. -There were two other cows, “Princess” and “Nelly.” As Whistler could be -of no service, he stood looking on, discussing the merits of the several -cows with his uncle and cousin. He found that each of the animals had -its own private character. Nelly was a red and white cow, with a gentle, -motherly look. She evinced much attachment for Daisy, who, indeed, was -her daughter, and resembled her in appearance and disposition. Daisy, -however, was the tamest of the three, and a trifle handsomer than her -mother. She would follow any of the family, and eat a turnip or an ear -of corn out of their hands. Princess was dark-colored, and gave the most -milk; but, as is apt to be the case with those bearing royal names, she -was selfish, stubborn and mischievous. One curious thing about her was, -that she always wanted to be milked first; and if the preference was -given to one of the other cows, she showed her indignation very plainly. -If any little attention was manifested towards the others, such as -carding or stroking them, she would seem very jealous, and try to -interrupt their enjoyment. - -As the conversation was proceeding, Daisy showed some signs of -uneasiness, upon which Mr. Preston said, in a pleasant tone: - -“Mind your milking, Clinty, and postpone your stories until you get -through. You haven’t learned yet to milk well and talk at the same -time.” - -Milking is an operation that ought to be done rapidly and without -interruption, to be thoroughly and properly performed. Conversation is -very apt to distract the attention of the milker, and thus interfere -with his work, as it did in the case of Clinton. - -The milking was soon completed, and the boys, as they drove the cows to -pasture, talked as fast as they pleased. When they returned, breakfast -was upon the table, and the morning air had so sharpened their appetites -that they were prepared to do full justice to the ample meal. - -“Now,” said Clinton, as they went out after breakfast, “work is the -first thing in the order of the day. I must attend to the fowls, and -then I have got to weed a piece of ground, and after that I shall be at -your service.” - -“I’ll help you do the weeding, and I’ll see you do the feeding,” said -Whistler, laughing at his impromptu rhyme. - -“Your kindness is exceeding,—come, let us be proceeding,” quickly -replied Clinton, taking up the rhyme. - -“Good!” exclaimed Whistler. “Between us both we might make quite a -decent song.” - -“That’s the song I like to hear,” said Clinton, as a hen, flying down -from the box in which she had just deposited an egg, set up a noisy -“Cut-cut-cut-cut-ca-_dah_-cut!” with the accent very strongly upon the -last syllable but one. - -“I suppose that’s what you call ‘The Lay of the Last Minstrel,’” -observed Whistler. - -“Yes,” replied Clinton; “and if it isn’t good poetry, it is good -poultry, which comes near enough to it.” - -A flock of turkeys, which were at large, spying Clinton with his -familiar peck measure, now approached the boys, pompously marching like -a file of soldiers,—a solemn-looking gobbler taking the lead. A few -handfulls of corn scattered among them, gave them plenty of business, -and Clinton then turned his attention to the hens, which at this season -of the year were confined within their own quarters, in consequence of -their scratching propensity. Having fed them, and given them a dish of -fresh water, he was ready to commence work in the garden. Whistler -wanted a hoe, too; and he was provided with one, and set himself to work -by the side of his cousin. - -“I shouldn’t think there were many weeds here,” said Whistler, after -hoeing a few minutes. “I can’t find hardly anything but grass.” - -“I should say that was enough,” replied Clinton. “This witch-grass is -about the worst stuff that ever got into a garden.” - -“Do you call this witch-grass?” inquired his cousin. - -“Yes, that’s one name for it,” replied Clinton. “Some people call it -piper-grass. Just feel of the roots, and see how tough they are.” - -“Why, they’re almost like wire!” said Whistler. - -“I never saw anything like it to grow,” continued Clinton. “I’ve cleaned -out every spear of it from this ground three times this summer, and yet -see how it has grown. It is almost impossible to kill it. The roots will -grow right through a potato, or a chip, or almost anything that happens -to be in the way. I left a handful on the fence-rail last spring, and -the first thing I knew it had taken root in the wood, and was growing -finely. Father says that when he was a boy they used to say that the -only way to kill it was to dry it, and then put it in your pipe and -smoke it, and be very careful of the ashes.” - -“Does it bother you so every year?” inquired Whistler. - -“No,” replied his cousin; “this is the first time we have had any in -this piece of ground, and nobody knows how it came here. I suppose a few -seeds got scattered here somehow or other. Before the ground is planted -again, it will have to be dug all over with a ten-tined fork. That will -clear it out, if anything will.” - -“If father was here now,” said Whistler, “how he would moralize over -this witch-grass! I can imagine just how he would talk. He’d say, -‘That’s right, boys!—pull away! This witch-grass has all got to come -out, at some rate or other. It’s an abominable pest, isn’t it? Well, -it’s just like a bad habit in a man’s mind.—It’s no trouble at all to -get it started; but if he ever wants to get rid of it, what a time he’ll -have of it! Why, he’ll have to be raked fore and aft with the ten-tined -fork of tribulation, and then he won’t be sure that he has got all the -plaguy roots out.’” - -The half-serious, half-comic air with which this was said, and the -amusing imitation which Whistler gave of his father’s manner, proved too -much for Clinton’s gravity, and he indulged in a hearty laugh, in spite -of the excellent moral so queerly brought to his mind. It was not -Whistler’s design, however, to make sport of his father. He had merely -given as faithful an imitation as he could of what his father might have -said, could he have looked in upon the boys just at that moment. Mr. -Davenport, when in the company of his children, lost no opportunity of -drawing lessons of instruction from the natural world, and from the -daily events that happened around them; and this habit had so impressed -itself upon Whistler’s mind, that he often found himself instinctively -imitating his example. - -The boys, who were now some distance apart, worked on in silence a short -time, when suddenly Whistler gave a vigorous stroke with his hoe, and -then said, as if talking to himself: - -“There, old fellow,—you’re fixed now!” - -“What is that?” inquired Clinton. - -“A toad.” - -“Did you kill him?” - -“Not exactly. I only cut off his jumpers. Just look here, and see how -smooth I took off his hind legs.” - -Clinton took a look at the poor victim, which was struggling in its -agony, and, shaking his head, said, seriously: - -“That is too bad!” - -“What is too bad?” inquired Whistler, with some surprise. - -“Why, to torture a poor thing in that way. I’d put him out of his -misery, if I were you.” - -Whistler felt the mild rebuke, and, having found a large stone, he gave -the poor reptile his death-blow with far less satisfaction than he -experienced when he cut him in halves with his hoe. He was not at heart -a cruel boy, but he was thoughtless,—a fault which is the excuse (and a -very poor one it is) for a great deal of suffering inflicted upon dumb -creatures. Having dispatched the toad, he resumed his hoe, saying, in a -half-apologetic tone: - -“I never could bear toads;—they say they are poisonous.” - -“I don’t believe that,” said Clinton; “I never heard of any body being -poisoned by a toad. Besides, they are very useful in a garden,—didn’t -you know it?” - -“Useful? no, indeed! I thought they ate up the things,” replied his -cousin. - -“They eat up the grubs, and worms, and bugs, and such things,” replied -Clinton; “but they don’t hurt the crops. They are good friends to the -farmer, and I’m always careful never to hurt them.” - -“I didn’t know that; I thought they had no business here,” said -Whistler. “I’ve always been in the habit of pelting them, just as I -would a snake, wherever I found them; and that’s the way all the boys -serve them where I live.” - -“You ask my father about them when we go home, and see if he doesn’t -tell you they are useful,” remarked Clinton, who thought his cousin was -not entirely satisfied on this point. - -“O, I suppose you are right; only it is something I never heard of -before,” replied Whistler. - -“I’ve tamed toads, before now, so that they would eat out of my hand,” -resumed Clinton. - -“You have?” - -“Yes; it is easy enough to tame them. If they find you don’t disturb -them they’ll come out from their hiding-places, and hop around you, and -follow you, especially if you give them something to eat. Did you ever -see them eat?” - -“No; I never did.” - -“Well, you ought to; for it’s a curious sight. When they get within -reach of a slug or a fly, they dart their tongue out as quick as -lightning, and seize it. The tongue is very long, and red; and it moves -so quick that people sometimes think they are spitting fire, when they -are only feeding.” - -“I’ve heard that toads spit fire,” said Whistler. - -“That’s only one of the old prejudices against them,” replied Clinton. -“They don’t spit fire any more than I do; but I can tell you of one -strange habit that they _do_ indulge in.” - -“What is that?” - -“They swallow their own skins.” - -“How can they do that?” inquired Whistler, with a look of incredulity. - -“They shed their skins, like snakes, at certain times; but, instead of -leaving their old coat where they happen to take it off, they always -swallow it.” - -“How do you know that?—did you ever see them do it?” - -“No; but father has a book that says so. Besides, I never found a toad’s -skin, although there are plenty of toads about here.” - -“Perhaps they bury their cast-off skins,” suggested Whistler, who, now -that several of his illusions in regard to toads were dispelled, was -disinclined to allow them the credit of doing anything remarkable. - -“If I were going to guess,” replied Clinton, “I should think that they -might hide them in some way. But the book I spoke of was written by a -great naturalist, and I suppose he knew what he was writing about. In -fact, I don’t know that they shed their skins at all, only from what I -have heard and read about it.” - -“Well, poor toady, I’m sorry that I killed you; but I didn’t know any -better,” said Whistler, as he tossed away the remains of his victim with -his hoe, and resumed his work. - -About two hours before the sun reached the meridian the boys finished -weeding the piece of ground, and Clinton’s work for the day was -accomplished. - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER IV. - - AN AFTERNOON EXCURSION. - - -THE boys, after completing their work, amused themselves in various ways -until dinner time. They proposed going over to Mr. Preston’s in the -afternoon; and as soon as dinner was dispatched, they were on their way. -The distance was about three quarters of a mile; but it was the nearest -house to Mr. Davenport’s. A walk of less than fifteen minutes brought -them to a large, old-fashioned farm-house, shaded by a great elm tree. -Three girls were just coming from the house, each with a small basket or -tin pail in her hand. Ella and Emily were among them, and the -first-named introduced the youngest to Whistler as her cousin Harriet. -Harriet was between ten and eleven years old. She and Emily were the -only children of the family now at home. The youngest of the flock—sweet -little Mary—fell sick and died about six months previous to the time of -which I am writing. A month or two before that sad event, the oldest of -the children, Jerry, took it into his head that he could find a better -place than home, and suddenly disappeared one Sunday, while the family -were at church. For a long time nothing was heard from him; but at -length he wrote to them, from a foreign port, stating that he had gone -to sea, and was bound on a long voyage. - -It appeared that the girls were about starting on a strawberry excursion -when the boys arrived; and the latter having been invited to join them, -they all set out together. Strawberries grow wild in that part of the -country. Ella and Whistler, to whom this fruit was known only as a -dear-bought luxury, thought it must be fine to eat the berries fresh -from the vines, with no fear of coming to the bottom of the box, and no -two-shillings-per-quart drawback upon the indulgence. They sauntered -along in advance of the others, looking on every side for the red and -luscious fruit; but they found none; for it was a long walk to the -strawberry patch. In going to it, they had to pass through a swamp, near -the upper end of the pond, the entrance to which did not look very -inviting to Ella. - -“O, dear! I never can go through that horrid place!” she exclaimed. “I -should be frightened out of my wits!” - -“O, no, you won’t,” said Clinton. “There’s a good path all the way -through, and nothing will hurt you. You follow right behind me, and I’ll -help you over the bad places.” - -Ella still stood in doubt, while Whistler in his eagerness was following -the faint track, forgetful of his companions. Emily and Harriet assured -their cousin that they had often crossed the swamp; and, with a little -further encouragement from Clinton, she set forward,—not, however, -without some misgivings. In some places the ground was very wet; and -they had to step upon stones, logs, stumps, etc., which had been used -for this purpose for years. Two or three brooks also crossed their -track, over which old logs had been thrown to serve as bridges. In many -places a thick growth of bushes, often armed with sharp thorns, -stretched across the path, making it difficult for them to force their -way through. Ella, however, was the only one who evinced any fear; and, -but for Clinton’s constant encouragement and aid, she would have -concluded that the strawberries were not worth the risk and trouble of -getting them. - -“Are there any snakes here?” she inquired, a new terror bursting on her -mind. - -“None of any consequence,” replied Clinton. “There may be a few -water-snakes: but they won’t harm any body.” - -“It makes no difference what they are, if they are only snakes,—I’m as -afraid of one kind as of another,” said Ella, who had a city girl’s -dread of everything of the serpent kind. - -“O, no; you wouldn’t be afraid of a water-snake. They are just as -harmless as toads,” said Clinton. - -“I’m afraid of toads, too,—and I can’t help it,” replied Ella. - -“If you should live in the country a little while you wouldn’t mind such -things,” said Emily. - -“Yes, I should,” replied her cousin. “I always had a perfect antipathy -to snakes, and toads, and spiders, and all such creatures. I know they -won’t hurt me; but I can’t help hating them.” - -Seeing how little headway they made against her prejudices, Clinton and -Emily dropped the subject. They were not yet out of the swamp, however; -and soon another terror arose in the mind of the timid city girl. - -“I shall get poisoned here!—I know I shall!” she said, in a tone of -mingled alarm and resignation, as though she would have added, “You may -do what you please with me,—I’m resigned.” - -“There’s no danger of that,” replied Clinton, with a laugh. “You keep -close to me, and I will look out for you.” - -“Are there any poisonous plants in this swamp?” inquired Whistler, who -had heard Ella’s remark. - -“Yes, there’s plenty of poison ivy,” replied Clinton. - -“O, yes; I see some now!” said Whistler, who was still at the head of -the little party. “That’s poison ivy, isn’t it?” he continued, pointing -to a luxuriant vine that was twining around the trunk of a dead tree. - -“No, that isn’t it; that’s the other kind of ivy, or woodbine, or -creeper, as we call it,” replied Clinton. - -“What is the difference?” inquired Whistler. - -“A good deal of difference;—one is poisonous and the other isn’t,” said -Clinton. - -“I know that; but how do you tell one from the other?” - -“You see the leaves grow in clusters?” - -“Yes; there are five of them. Each leaf looks as if it were made up of -five little ones.” - -“Well, the leaves of the poison ivy have only three in a cluster; and -that is the way I tell the difference between them. When the leaves grow -in threes, look out; but when they are in fives, there’s no danger.” - -“I must try to remember that,” said Whistler, repeating to himself the -last remark of Clinton. “Let me see,—how can I fix that in my mind, so -that I shall know ‘which is which,’ as they say? Now, I have it! If the -leaf has five fingers, like my _hand_, I can _handle_ it; if it hasn’t, -I must not touch it.” - -This process, in Whistler’s mind, was not a mere boyish whim. It was -founded on a law planted deep in our mental natures,—the law of the -association of ideas. It is difficult to remember a number or figure -standing by itself; and the matter becomes still worse when two numbers -are to be borne in mind, and distinguished from each other, as in this -instance. But, by associating the number in the mind with some -particular object, event or word, we have a clew to it, which will -seldom fail us; and if the word, event or object, bears any resemblance -to the number, it is all the better. Thus you see that Whistler was -quite a philosopher in this matter, although he did not know it. By -making the act of handling depend upon the fancied resemblance of the -leaf to his hand, he would never be at a loss to tell whether it was the -three or five-lobed leaf that he was to avoid. - -“There’s a three-leaved one!—that’s a poison ivy, isn’t it?” exclaimed -Whistler, a few moments after, pointing to a vine that looked very much -like the other, except in the number of its leaflets. - -“Yes, that’s one of them,—don’t touch it!” said Clinton, as Whistler -approached it. - -“I shan’t look at it,” said Ella, turning her head in an opposite -direction. - -“It won’t hurt you if you don’t touch it,—you needn’t be afraid to look -at it,” remarked Clinton. - -“I’ve a great mind to touch it, just to see how it would operate,” said -Whistler, going still nearer to the vine. - -“Why, William Davenport!—you silly boy!” exclaimed Ella, with a look of -astonishment. - -“No! don’t touch it, Willie! You’ll be sorry if you do,” said Clinton. -“It will make your face and eyes swell up, so that you won’t know -yourself; and it won’t feel very comfortable, either.” - -“But it doesn’t poison every body, does it?” inquired Whistler. - -“No; some people can handle it without being hurt,” said Clinton; “but I -wouldn’t risk it, if I were you. If you get poisoned once, you’ll be -more liable to it next time; and so the danger will keep increasing, -every time you come in contact with it.” - -“Is there any dogwood about here?” inquired Whistler, turning away from -the ivy. - -“Yes; there’s a little, I believe,” said Clinton. - -“That is awful stuff! I’ve heard that you can’t look at it without -getting poisoned,” said Ella. - -“I don’t believe that story,” replied Clinton. “I’ve looked at it myself -without being poisoned. Sometimes people who have been poisoned a good -many times, get to be so susceptible that they can’t go near ivy or -dogwood without being infected, even if they don’t touch it; and I -suppose that accounts for the notion that dogwood will poison you if you -only look at it.” - -“What sort of a thing is dogwood? What does it look like?” inquired -Whistler. - -“It is a very pretty shrub,” replied his cousin. “It grows almost large -enough to be called a tree, and has smooth and glossy branches and -leaves. It thrives only in wet places, I believe; but it is not near so -common as the poison ivy.” - -There are one or two other facts relating to these plants, which Clinton -did not know, but which may be of some advantage to my readers when they -ramble through the woods and swamps. These two shrubs, known in common -language as “poison ivy” and “poison dogwood,” both belong to the sumach -family, and are the only plants in our New England woods that are -poisonous to the touch. Neither of them bears a conspicuous blossom or -fruit; so that if the young botanist should chance to discover a strange -plant with a beautiful and prominent flower, he may be sure that it will -not harm him to pluck it. An unknown plant should never be eaten, -however; as many species of the vegetable kingdom, which may be handled -with impunity, are poisonous if taken into the stomach. - -Our party had now emerged from the swamp, and were ascending to higher -land. They soon came to the strawberry patch, but did not find the -berries quite so plenty as they anticipated, other pickers having been -there before them. Clinton proposed going further, and Whistler fell in -with the suggestion; but the girls preferred to stop and glean the few -berries that were left, rather than to seek new fields. The boys, -however, concluded to extend their tramp to the hills, about a mile -distant, leaving the girls to look out for themselves. Their course lay -through a succession of fields and pastures, gradually ascending, until -they reached the base of the high hills shown in the upper part of the -map of Brookdale. These hills were thickly wooded, many of the trees -being of majestic size and great beauty. They were chiefly pines, and -the ground beneath was cushioned with the brown foliage of former years, -while the air was full of the balmy odor that distills from this noble -tree. Now and then a decayed stump, which their united arms could -scarcely encircle, showed where some giant of the woods had fallen; but, -in the main, this hill-side forest was as nature made it. - -The boys found it a slippery and toilsome path up the hill; but, once on -the top of “Bald Peak,” as the eminence was called, they were rewarded -for their pains by the extensive prospect that met their eyes. The spot -was very rocky, and, as its name implied, was destitute of trees. The -view took in a wide range of country, dotted with houses and cultivated -fields. - -“There!” exclaimed Clinton, as they seated themselves upon a mossy -stone,—“have you got anything in Boston that beats this?” - -“I don’t know,—we have some pretty good views in Boston,” replied his -cousin. - -“From the top of the State House?” inquired Clinton. - -“Yes, that’s one of the places,” said Whistler; “but we have a pretty -distant prospect from our house,—fully equal to this, I should say.” - -“How far can you see?” continued Clinton. - -“Well, I can’t say exactly,” replied Whistler, with the utmost -soberness; “but I believe we can see about ninety-five million miles, in -the day time, and considerably further in a clear evening.” - -“I’ll knock under,—I don’t think even Bald Peak can beat that,” replied -Clinton, with a laugh. - -After resting themselves, the boys, suddenly remembering that they had -started in quest of strawberries, concluded to go down to the foot of -the hill on the side opposite to the one they ascended, where Clinton -thought they should find some berries. They had not proceeded far, when -the sharp crack of a musket was heard not far off. - -“Halloo! somebody’s gunning about here! I wonder who it can be?” said -Clinton. - -“Are there many houses over this way?” inquired Whistler. - -“No; there isn’t one nearer than our house,” replied Clinton. “There -isn’t a road within two or three miles either, except a logging-road -through the woods.” - -“Then it must be somebody from Brookdale,” observed Whistler. - -“I suppose so,” added his cousin. - -[Illustration] - -They soon reached a clearing in the woods, and discovered a -rough-looking man concealed behind the prostrate trunk of a large tree, -getting ready to fire at a pair of rabbits, which were nibbling the -herbage at a short distance from him. The timid creatures apparently -heard the boys’ footsteps, for they suddenly fled, before the man -noticed that any one else was near. When he turned about and saw the -boys, he looked surprised, and a scowl settled upon his face. - -“What did you scare my game for?” he inquired, in a surly tone, -addressing Clinton. - -The latter seemed somewhat alarmed, and replied that it was entirely -accidental. The appearance of the man was far from prepossessing, -leaving out of the account his cross looks, and the solitary place in -which they encountered him. His face was coarse and unshaven, and his -hair looked as if it was not on good terms with the comb. He wore a -loose blouse, or frock, and a queer slouched cap, and his feet were -without stockings. After giving the boys a searching look, he said, -addressing Clinton: - -“Do you know me?” - -“Yes, sir,” he replied. - -“Who is this boy?” continued the man, pointing to Whistler. - -“He is a cousin of mine, from Boston,” replied Clinton. - -“What are you here after?” inquired the gunner. - -“Partly to take a walk, and partly to get some strawberries,” said -Clinton. - -The man now got up, and the boys noticed—what had before escaped their -attention—that he was quite lame. Using his gun to help support his -body, he hobbled a little ways, and then turned back toward the boys, -and said, in a kinder tone than before: - -“Clinton, I want you to do me a little favor, if you will.” - -“I will, with pleasure,” replied Clinton. - -“I met with an accident this morning,” continued the gunner. “I’m taking -a tramp after game, you see. I started last week, and am on my way to -Moosehead Lake, all alone. I camp out nights, and have got a booth over -yonder, where I slept last night. But this morning, as bad luck would -have it, I fell from a tree and sprained my ankle, and it’s just as much -as ever I can do, now, to hobble about. I’m afraid I shall be laid up -here two or three days, if I don’t do something for it. If I could only -get a little rum, or balm of Gilead, or pain-killer, or something of -that sort, to bathe it with, I should be right down glad.” - -“I guess mother has got something that would be good for your ankle,” -said Clinton, anticipating the man’s request. “I’ll ask her, and if she -has, I’ll bring it over to-morrow forenoon.” - -“Couldn’t you get it yourself, without saying anything to her about it?” -inquired the sportsman. - -“No, I don’t think I could,—I don’t know anything about her medicines,” -replied Clinton. “But if she has got anything that is good for a sprain, -she would send you some, I’m certain of that.” - -“But I don’t want her nor any body else to know that I’m here,” said the -man. - -Clinton did not know what to say to this. After a brief pause, in which -the sportsman seemed in deep thought, he continued: - -“The case is just this: I’m owing old Ben Brown a little money, and I -can’t pay it now; but Ben is such an ugly old dog, that if he should -hear that I’m around here, it would be just like him to have a writ out -after me, or do some other rascally thing. You mustn’t tell a single -soul that you saw me here. If you do, it might get to him. Do you -understand?” - -“Yes, sir; I’ll keep dark,” replied Clinton. - -“You promise, on your word of honor, that you won’t say a word about -me?” continued the man. - -“Yes, sir,” replied Clinton. - -“Well, I believe your character is pretty good, and I suppose I can -trust you,” said the man; “but if you _should_ betray me, all I have got -to say is, look out for Dick Sneider!” - -The savage tone with which this last sentence was uttered, startled the -boys somewhat; but they made no reply. The man then bound Whistler to -secrecy by a similar promise. The boys, who had seated themselves on the -log, now arose to depart, Clinton observing as he did so: - -“I’m sorry that I can’t bring you something for your sprain, Mr. -Sneider; but I don’t see how I can, unless you will let me ask mother.” - -“Never mind that. I’ll give my ankle a good bathing in cold water -to-night, and I guess I shall be able to travel in a day or two.” - -The sun was getting low, and the boys now started for home, at a brisk -pace. Their adventure supplied a topic of conversation most of the way; -but, in reply to Whistler’s numerous questions, Clinton could give no -very definite information in regard to the man they had so unexpectedly -encountered. All that he knew about Sneider was, that he once kept a -disreputable shop at the Cross Road, where he sold intoxicating liquor, -in violation of law; that his establishment was finally broken up, and -himself sent to jail; and that he had the name of being a desperate -fellow. - -On their way the boys passed through the pasture in which the cows were -kept. They found Daisy, Nelly and Princess, quietly awaiting their -coming at the gateway; and, having taken down the bars, they drove, or -rather followed, the sober and dignified animals to their home. - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER V. - - THE ACCIDENT. - - -“YOU will have to amuse yourself indoors to-day,” said Clinton to his -cousin, the next morning, as he looked out of the window, soon after the -accustomed triple rap had aroused him from his slumbers. The rain was -falling fast, and the direction of the wind betokened a storm rather -than a shower. Whistler was somewhat disappointed, as he and Clinton had -planned a ride; but he concluded to make the best of it, and find such -amusement as he could in the barn, the shop, and the house. - -After breakfast the boys went out to the barn, Clinton having several -jobs to attend to. Whistler, not liking to be idle, took it into his -head to cut up some hay for the horse,—a kind of work which he could do -as well as Clinton. The hay-cutter, as most of you know, consists of a -sort of shallow wooden trough, with a cylinder, in which are several -sharp knives, at one end of it. The cylinder is made to revolve very -fast, by means of an iron wheel and crank turned by the hand; and as the -hay is pushed slowly against the knives, it is cut into short pieces, -and falls into the vessel placed to receive it. Whistler had worked at -the machine but a few minutes, when some drops of fresh blood on the hay -attracted his attention. He looked at his left hand, which was feeding -the machine, and found, to his astonishment, that the end of the fore -finger was missing! For an instant, he could hardly believe his eyes, -for the knife had done its work so neatly that he felt no pain nor -unusual sensation in the mutilated finger; but the flowing blood quickly -dispelled all doubt as to what had happened. - -“Clinton!” he called, “come here, quick! I’ve cut my finger off!” - -Clinton, pale with fright, ran to his aid; but he seemed somewhat -relieved when he found that his cousin had not lost the whole finger, -but only about half an inch of it. It was bad enough, however, as it -was; and he sympathized most tenderly with Whistler. They were about to -go into the house, when a new idea occurred to Clinton. - -“Where is the piece that came off? Have you found it?” he inquired. - -“No,” replied Whistler. - -“We must find it, then, and put it on before it gets cold. I shouldn’t -wonder if it would grow on again. I believe I’ve heard of such things,” -said Clinton. - -“You look for it, then,—I can’t. I don’t want to see it,” said Whistler, -who began to feel faint and sick from the sight of blood. “O, dear!” he -added, “what shall I do? My visit is spoilt!—and I thought I should have -such a good time!” And the tears began to flow fast. - -“Don’t say so, Willie,” said Clinton, who was looking among the hay for -the end of the finger. “This won’t be a very bad affair. I know you’ll -have a good time yet, before your vacation is over.” - -“What will uncle say?” continued Whistler. “He cautioned me about the -hay-cutter this morning; and father did, too, before I came down here. I -thought I was careful, and I don’t see, now, how I did it.” - -“Here’s the piece!” said Clinton, as he discovered the missing tip. “It -looks as natural as life, doesn’t it? Now, let me put it on, just as it -belongs, and then we’ll go in and get mother to do the finger up.” - -Clinton carefully pressed the severed parts together, and put a -handkerchief over the hand, and they then went into the house. Willie’s -appearance, as he entered the room, gave his aunt quite a shock; but she -quickly recalled her presence of mind, and, on learning the nature of -his injury, took immediate measures for his relief. Clinton, in the -meantime, called his father. As his uncle entered, Whistler gave vent to -a new outburst of tears; but when Mr. Davenport, instead of alluding to -the warning he had given him, or charging him with carelessness, spoke -of the danger attending the use of the hay-cutter, and of the frequency -of accidents of this kind, Willie’s tears gradually dried up, and he -began to regain something of the self-command he had lost. It often -happens that the first shock of a misfortune unmans even the bravest of -spirits; and we need not wonder, therefore, that Whistler was at first -so much affected by what was after all not a very serious accident. - -It was thought best to send for the physician at once; and Clinton was -despatched for him, in a covered wagon, as the rain was still falling -fast. Dr. Hart lived a mile or two from Mr. Davenport’s; and it was -nearly an hour before he drove up in his gig. He found his young patient -quite calm and cheerful, and received from him a minute account of the -accident. He then tenderly unbound the wounded finger, and examined into -the extent of the injury. - -“This is not going to be a very bad affair, Willie,” said the doctor, -after he had completed his examination. “It isn’t near so serious as it -would be if you had cut off two or three of your fingers, as I have -frequently known boys to do when playing with a hay-cutter. I think the -tip will grow on again, and the finger will be about as good as it ever -was. It is very fortunate that you did not forget to put the piece on -again.” - -“I must give Clinton the credit of that; I shouldn’t have thought of -it,” said Whistler. - -“Suppose the piece shouldn’t grow on, what then?” inquired Clinton. - -“Then his finger will always be half an inch short, and it will be -rather tender for a time,” replied the doctor. “But I feel quite -confident that it will knit together. I shall have to sew it on, to keep -it in its place; but that won’t hurt him much.” - -The doctor drew from his coat pocket a small case of instruments, at the -sight of which little Annie retreated from the room. Clinton soon -followed her example, feeling that he had not the nerve to witness the -operation. Whistler himself looked rather anxious, but not more so than -his uncle and aunt. He promptly obeyed all the directions of the doctor, -however; and when the needle was inserted through his flesh, he did not -flinch, nor utter a single cry, although the pain sent the tears into -his eyes. No resistance being offered, and no time lost in coaxing the -patient, the operations of sewing and dressing were performed very -quickly and neatly. - -“There,” said Dr. Hart, as he applied the last bandage, “you bore that -like a hero. There are few men who would behave so well as you did under -such an operation. Now, if you take good care of your finger, I have no -doubt it will heal up nicely. You must make a baby of it for a while, -and treat it very tenderly; if you don’t, it will be likely to let you -know it.” - -The doctor then gave Mrs. Davenport some directions in regard to the -management of the wounded finger. Having thus fulfilled his professional -duty, he branched off to the topics of village news, as was his wont, -remarking to Mr. Davenport: - -“Friend Walker met with a pretty serious loss last night.” - -“What loss? I’ve heard nothing about it,” replied Mr. Davenport. - -“Heard nothing about the fire!” exclaimed the doctor, with surprise. -“Why, his barn was burned flat last night, with everything in it.” - -“Is it possible?” exclaimed Mr. Davenport. - -“Yes,” continued the doctor; “and his oxen, and one of his cows, and all -of his hogs, were burned to death. Then his barn was full of hay—about -twenty tons. It’s quite a sad loss to the old man, and he’s almost crazy -about it.” - -“O, I am sorry for the old gentleman,” said Mrs. Davenport, with much -feeling. “It’s a great loss, at his time of life, and he has seen so -much trouble, too.” - -“But where were we, that we knew nothing about this before?” inquired -Mr. Davenport. - -“O, I don’t wonder at that at all,” replied his wife. “You know his -house is over a mile from us, and there’s quite a hill between us, so -that a fire in his neighborhood wouldn’t show very plain here.” - -“How was it with his horse? I suppose he was in the pasture,” said Mr. -Davenport. - -“Yes,—they turned him into the pasture last night; but they can’t find -anything of him this morning,” replied the doctor. - -“That is very singular; it looks as if some roguery had been going on,” -observed Mr. Davenport. - -“O, yes; the barn was set on fire,—there is no doubt of that,” continued -the doctor. “There hadn’t been any fire or light near it for several -months.” - -“Who do they suppose did it?” inquired Clinton, who had returned to the -room while the doctor was telling the news. - -“They don’t suspect anybody, that I know of,” replied the doctor. “Mr. -Walker says he hasn’t the slightest idea who did it, and other folks are -as much in the dark as he is. People can’t help thinking of that -drunken, vagrant son of his; but, then, I don’t believe Tom would do -such a fiendish act, bad as he is.” - -“O, no; Tom Walker never could have done such a thing as that,” said -Mrs. Davenport. - -“Well, I’m sorry it has happened,” said the doctor, as he arose to -depart, “not only on Mr. Walker’s account, but because it diminishes the -security of the whole community. There is no safety for any of us, when -such villains are prowling around. Good-by, Willie; I’ll call to see how -you are getting along, in a day or two. Good-day, all.” - -Soon after the doctor departed, Clinton and his father rode over to Mr. -Walker’s to see the ruins, and to tender their sympathies to the -sufferers. It was indeed a sad, and, in that village, an unusual -spectacle, that they beheld. The smouldering heaps of half-burned grain -and hay, the blackened remains of the animals that perished, the -partially consumed carts, ploughs and implements, the iron of which only -remained, and the surrounding trees, stripped of every green leaf, -presented a gloomy picture of desolation, where peace and plenty smiled -but a few hours before. The family had not recovered from their alarm -and excitement, and seemed to feel their loss very deeply. Mr. Davenport -tendered his sympathies and his services to his afflicted neighbors, and -soon after returned home. - -Whistler, during the absence of his uncle and cousin, talked quite -cheerfully with Annie, and seemed in his usual spirits. - -“I’ve got a baby, now, that beats yours,” he said, as Annie brought out -her doll to play with it. - -“Where is it?” inquired Annie. - -“Here it is,” he said, pointing to his bandaged finger. - -“O, I wouldn’t have such a baby as that!” exclaimed Annie. - -“He’s a real good baby; he’s alive, and yours isn’t,” said Whistler. - -“But his head is cut off,” suggested Annie. - -“No matter; the doctor has sewed it on again,” replied Whistler. - -“Well, it’s an ugly baby; I don’t like it,” said Annie. - -“No, he isn’t ugly; he never cries, nor makes any fuss,” replied -Whistler. - -“He makes _you_ cry, though,” retorted Annie, with a look so arch that -Whistler laughed merrily. - -“I guess your finger doesn’t pain you much, Willie, does it?” inquired -Mrs. Davenport. - -“No, ma’am,” he replied, “I don’t feel it hardly any, now; and it hasn’t -hurt me much yet, only when the doctor was fixing it.” - -For the greater security of Whistler’s finger, which could not bear the -slightest touch, his aunt fixed a sling, in which he carried his arm. -During the day he experienced but very little pain from the wound, and -in this respect was most disagreeably disappointed. Mr. Davenport -suggested that his father ought to be informed of the accident; and -Whistler decided to write to him that afternoon, as he had the free use -of his right hand. The thought of doing this, however, brought a shadow -over his countenance. - -“I wish I could get along without letting the folks at home know -anything about this,” he at length said. - -“That would hardly be possible,” said his uncle, “as your finger will -not have time to heal up entirely before you go home; and, even if it -were possible, do you think it would be right to do so?” - -“No, sir,—I did not think of doing so; but I dread to have them know -it,” replied Whistler. “Mother will worry about me, and father will say -that I was careless,—that’s what he always says when anything happens to -me.” - -“Isn’t it possible that you were a trifle careless?” inquired Mr. -Davenport. - -“I suppose I was,” he replied. - -“Clinton has used that hay-cutter, more or less, for four or five years, -and he never hurt himself with it,” said Mr. Davenport, who really -thought that Willie was a little heedless, and wished this accident -should prove a valuable lesson to him. - -The gathering tears in the boy’s eyes warned Mr. Davenport that he had -said enough, if not too much. Clinton, noticing his cousin’s -sensitiveness, came to his relief, saying: - -“Well, father, I always thought that hay-cutter was a dangerous thing, -and I’ve come pretty near cutting my fingers with it more than once. But -I’ve thought of a way that I can fix it, so that it won’t cut off any -more fingers. I’m going to nail a strip of wood over the place where you -put the hay in, close up to the cylinder, so that you can’t reach the -knives with your fingers. I’ll go and do it now, and see how it works.” - -Whistler proceeded with his letter. Clinton came in, after a short -absence, and reported that he had applied his safety-guard to the -hay-cutter, and that it worked admirably. He said it interfered but very -little with the operation of the machine, and he thought it would not -trouble him at all after he became accustomed to it. It was impossible, -he said, for a person to cut his fingers when this guard was on, unless -he did it with design. - -When Whistler had finished his letter, Clinton took it over to the Cross -Roads, this being the nearest post-office. The rain had ceased, and Mrs. -Davenport, having an errand to do, accompanied Clinton, leaving the -house in charge of Whistler and Annie, who found plenty of ways of -amusing each other until the return of the absentees. - -It was not until bed time that Whistler began to experience much -inconvenience from his cut finger. He then found that he should need -Clinton’s assistance in undressing; and he subsequently discovered that -it was not quite so easy to keep his finger from contact with -surrounding things in bed, as it was when sitting up. - -As the boys talked over the incidents of the day, after they had got -into bed, Clinton inquired, in a low tone: - -“Didn’t you think of Dick Sneider, Willie, when you heard of the fire?” - -“Yes, I thought of him the very first thing, and I should have spoken of -it if we hadn’t promised not to,” replied Whistler. - -“So should I,” added Clinton; “but, then, it isn’t likely he set the -fire, for he was so lame he couldn’t have got over to Mr. Walker’s.” - -“No, I don’t imagine he did it,” said Whistler; “but there was something -about his looks that I didn’t like. How cross he looked when he first -saw us!” - -“I know it; and how afraid he was that we should tell somebody we saw -him!” added Clinton. - -“Well, if he wasn’t so lame I should have some suspicion of him,” said -Whistler. - -“But, perhaps he wasn’t so very lame; he might have only made believe -so,” suggested Clinton. - -“I wish we hadn’t bound ourselves not to say anything about him,” said -Whistler. - -“They say a bad promise is better broken than kept,” added Clinton. - -“Yes; but how do you know that was a bad promise?” inquired Whistler. - -“I don’t think it was a very good one, even if the excuse he gave about -his owing Mr. Brown some money was the real one,” replied Clinton. - -“Well, I hope they will catch the rascal that set the fire, whoever he -is,” said Whistler; “but, after all, I don’t think it could have been -the man we met in the woods.” - -Whistler did not pass the night very comfortably. When he slept he was -visited by troubled dreams, the effect of the nervous excitement of the -day; and his wounded finger was continually receiving knocks, the -throbbing pain of which awoke him, sometimes keeping him in agony for -half an hour afterwards. Daybreak was never more welcome to him than it -was the next morning. - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER VI. - - A LITERARY ENTERPRISE. - - -WHISTLER soon found that his visit to Brookdale was not quite “spoilt,” -as he feared it was, by the accident that had happened to him. His -injured finger was somewhat troublesome, it is true, especially at -night, when it received many unfortunate knocks, which often awoke him -from a sound sleep. It also prevented his joining in the rough and -active sports of which boys are generally so fond; and, as he had but -one hand to work with, he found, moreover, that he could render but -little assistance to Clinton, in his regular duties. But there was -another and a pleasanter side to the account. The wound pained him but -slightly, and his health was not at all affected by it. He could walk -and ride as much as he pleased; and then, when Clinton could not -accompany him in his excursions, he never failed to find sources of -amusement about the house, or in the shop or the barn. The doctor called -occasionally to look after the finger, and always reported that it was -doing well, never omitting to praise Whistler for the good care he took -of it. - -[Illustration] - -One stormy day, about a week after the accident, as Whistler was sitting -in the house, deeply engaged with a book, the lively “Clack! clack!” of -the flail struck up, and, taking his cap and book, he ran out to the -barn. He found Clinton in the back part of the barn, engaged in -threshing rye. The grain, tied up in bundles, was piled on each side of -him as high as the flooring above. The process of threshing hardly need -be described; and yet, as possibly some young city reader may never have -witnessed it, I will say that a quantity of straw is laid upon the barn -floor, and the heads of it are beat by the flail until all the grain is -shaken out of it. The flail is made of hard wood, in two pieces, united -by leather, or some other flexible material, which allows the shorter -piece to play freely, something like the lash of a whip. When the grain -is all threshed out, the straw is removed, and tied up in bundles. The -grain is then shovelled up, and passed through a coarse sieve, and is -ready to be stored away. - -“Have you found a piece, Willie?” inquired Clinton, as his cousin -entered the barn. - -“No, I can’t find one that suits me,” replied Whistler. - -“Well, I’ve thought of another plan, and a better one still,” continued -Clinton; “and that is, that you _write_ a dialogue for us.” - -“_I_ write a dialogue! That’s a pretty joke!—ha! ha! ha!” replied -Whistler, with a merry laugh. - -“Yes,—why not?” inquired Clinton. “You write compositions, and you have -got plenty of time now, while your finger is sore. Come, you’ll try, -won’t you?” - -“O, no; I couldn’t do anything if I should try,” replied Whistler. “If I -had only known it before I left home, I could have got a copy of the -dialogue the boys spoke at our last exhibition. It was a real funny -piece; better than any in this book. One of these will do, though, if we -can’t find something better.” - -“But we must have something better,” said Clinton, with earnestness, -laying down his flail. “If you won’t write one yourself, you’ll help me -do it, won’t you?” - -“Yes, I’ll agree to do what I can; but I’m afraid I shan’t help you -much,” replied Whistler. - -“If we put our heads together, I think we can get up something that will -answer,” said Clinton. “As soon as I’ve threshed this lot I’ll go into -the house with you, and see if we can’t make a beginning.” - -The church and Sabbath-school which Clinton attended were making -preparation for a social festive gathering, to be held in a grove; and -among the entertainments proposed were to be declamations by several of -the young people. Clinton and Whistler had both been invited to take -part in these exercises, and they had also been requested to select a -dialogue for two or three smaller boys, and to see that they were -properly drilled in their parts. They felt that quite a serious -responsibility had been laid upon them; and for a day or two it had been -the subject of much consultation. Clinton had at length made a selection -for himself, and Whistler had concluded to repeat the piece which he -spoke at his school exhibition a few weeks before. The dialogue, -however, was yet to be determined on; and, as they had less than two -weeks for preparation, it naturally gave them some uneasiness, -especially as they had thus far been unable to find a suitable piece. - -After Clinton had finished threshing the lot of grain which he had -begun, he went up to his bedroom, with Whistler, and opening the little -desk upon the table, they sat down, and tried to agree upon some plan, -or subject, for the dialogue. They did not accomplish much, however, -beyond making a few pen flourishes, and thoroughly overhauling the -contents of the desk, which contained, among other things, a few of -Clinton’s compositions, in which Whistler was much interested. The fact -was, neither of them had any idea to propose, and the longer they sat -there the farther their attention wandered from the subject in hand, -until, at last, the call to dinner interrupted their fruitless -consultation. - -The boys had no better success in the afternoon with their literary -enterprise, and Clinton’s ardor began to cool off a little; for, to tell -the truth, the ardor was pretty much all on his side. They retired to -bed early in the evening, intending to have “a good talk” before it was -time to go to sleep. While thus engaged, telling stories to each other, -Whistler related an incident that once occurred in the school he -attended. - -“There!” exclaimed Clinton, as soon as he had finished, “why can’t we -bring that into our dialogue? It would be a complete subject, wouldn’t -it? We might change it a little, if we wanted to, to make it tell better -in a dialogue, but it wouldn’t be very bad if we took it just as it is. -What do you say to that idea, Willie?” - -“I don’t know; perhaps we might make something out of it,” replied -Whistler. “If we could only get it up equal to the original, it would -make some fun, I can tell you.” - -“We’ll try, at any rate,” said Clinton. - -And they did try, the next day,—yes, and several days following. The -result was, by their joint efforts, Whistler’s story was “done” into -dialogue, with some slight changes to give it more effect. The old and -very reasonable adage, that “Two heads are better than one,” proved true -in this case, as they made a better dialogue, together, than either -could have written alone. They seemed aware of this, and even Whistler -came to feel quite a lively interest in the literary bantling. As the -reader may like to know something of this production, I will give the -substance of it, or, rather, the story on which it was founded. - -A group of boys were playing in a school-room, a little while before -school time, when a trifling dispute arose between two of them—John and -Benjamin. One gave the other the lie, and, both being of hot -temperament, it was “a word and a blow.” They clinched, fell, and rolled -together on the floor, and were pummeling each other well, when suddenly -the teacher walked into the room. Taking the pugilists by the collar, he -lifted them upon their feet, and sent the other boys to their seats. On -inquiring into the origin of the quarrel, he found that they were about -equally guilty. Accordingly, he reproved them both sharply for their -fault. - -“If you must fight,” he said, “why don’t you do it in a decent and -gentlemanly way, and not act like a couple of bullies? I’ll show you how -it should be done. Here, John, take this stick (handing him the familiar -ratan), and now give Benjamin one dozen smart cuts with it across his -back. And don’t you lift a finger, Benjamin, unless you want me to take -you in hand.” - -John seemed as much astonished as pleased, as he took the rod and began -to pay on the blows; while his antagonist received them without a word -or cry, but with a sullen and dogged look. After he had completed the -dozen, the teacher told Benjamin to take the ratan, and bestow the same -favor upon John’s back. Both faces changed at this unexpected turn in -affairs, and Benjamin laid on his dozen with a heartiness that showed he -fully entered into the spirit of this part of the arrangement. - -This operation finished, the teacher asked each of them if he was -satisfied, and received an affirmative answer. - -“Well, then,” said the teacher, “if you are both satisfied, your quarrel -is made up, and you may complete the reconciliation by shaking hands, -and giving each other the kiss of peace.” - -There was a general titter among the scholars at these words, which the -teacher promptly suppressed. Seeing that the two culprits hesitated, he -repeated the order; but they did not move. - -“Well,” he continued, “I see your feelings are hardly mollified, yet,—I -shall have to see what I can do;” and he took the rod, and advanced -towards them. - -The boys, blushing to their temples, barely extended their hands, and -brought their faces together, followed by an explosion of laughter from -the whole school, which the teacher sternly silenced. - -“That won’t do,” said the teacher; “it was too cold and -mechanical,—there was no soul in it. You can do better than that; now, -try again.” - -After a little more coaxing (the ratan still impending over their -heads), the culprits concluded to comply, and went through the ceremony -in a much more cordial manner. There was a new burst of laughter from -all hands, in which the teacher himself joined, this time; and the two -offenders retreated to their seats, with faces as red as peonies, not -knowing whether to laugh or cry. - -Such was the story upon which the dialogue was founded. In dramatizing -it, however, Clinton and Whistler had found it necessary to make some -slight changes. - -The boys made three copies of the dialogue—one for each of the principal -characters. It was decided that Clinton should take the part of -schoolmaster, and the two belligerents were to be represented by two -smaller boys. These boys had agreed to meet Clinton and Whistler on -Saturday afternoon, to study and rehearse their parts. The place of -rendezvous was a charming little dell, in a grove behind the -schoolhouse, which was well known to all the children in town by the -name of “Spouting Hollow,” from the circumstance that it was -occasionally used by the young orators as a place of rehearsal. - -The boys had not yet shown their dialogue to any one. Clinton had -thought of getting his father to read it, but no opportunity had -presented itself as yet. On Friday evening, after tea, Mr. Davenport -took a chair from the house, and seated himself just outside of the -front door to enjoy the cool air, for the day had been quite sultry. -Annie, with her little chair, soon seated herself by his side and -engaged his attention, and it was some little time before Clinton could -get a chance to broach the subject which was upon his mind. - -“Ah! have you finished the dialogue, so soon?” inquired Mr. Davenport, -when Clinton alluded to it. - -“Yes, sir, it’s all done, and we’re going down to Spouting Hollow, -to-morrow afternoon, to rehearse it,” replied Clinton. - -“Well, you have been pretty smart, and I hope you have done your best, -too,” said his father, in a tone that seemed to imply some slight -misgivings. - -“_We_ think we have done pretty well,” remarked Whistler. “At any rate, -we’ve made a better dialogue than I thought we could.” - -“Ah! I’m glad to hear that,” replied Mr. Davenport; “what is the subject -of it?” - -“Perhaps you would like to read it,” said Clinton, with some reluctance, -slowly drawing the manuscript from his jacket pocket. - -“Yes, I will read it, if you wish,” replied his father. - -Mr. Davenport took the paper, and commenced reading it, for it was not -yet dark. The boys walked back and forth, around the house, both feeling -something of that indefinite dread which the modest literary aspirant -always experiences when his performances are submitted to superior -wisdom and judgment. - -“How long it takes him to read it!” at length whispered Clinton, after -they had returned several times to the doorway, and found him still -absorbed with the dialogue. - -After a few minutes’ absence they again returned, and Mr. Davenport had -commenced reading it anew. - -“He’s reading it over again,—you may know he doesn’t like it,” whispered -Clinton, when they were beyond his hearing; and the hearts of both sank -within them. - -The next time they approached the doorway, Mr. Davenport had finished -reading the paper, but seemed to be so absorbed in thought that he did -not notice the boys. They turned to go away again, when he suddenly -called to them, and they went back, feeling like a couple of culprits. - -“I was thinking,” he said, “of deferring my judgment of this dialogue -for an hour or so, until I could collect my thoughts a little better; -but, as I see you are in considerable suspense, I won’t ask you to wait -any longer. And, to begin, I think you have executed your task very well -indeed, in a literary point of view. The dialogue is natural and -sprightly, and the whole arrangement is very good, and does you much -credit. And yet, I can’t say I am wholly pleased with the piece. Like -many other authors, I think you have been unfortunate in the choice of a -subject. Whose idea was it,—who suggested the plot?” - -“It was my idea,” replied Clinton; “Willie told me the story, and I -thought it would make a good subject for a dialogue.” - -“Ah! it is founded on fact, is it?” inquired Mr. Davenport. - -“Yes, sir; it is almost word for word what happened in our school, -once,” replied Whistler. - -“Well, I will tell you plainly what my objections are,” continued Mr. -Davenport. “They are of a purely moral nature, and perhaps you will not -feel their force so much as I do. In the first place, I don’t like the -fighting scene. I think it is so brutal and wicked for boys to maul each -other in that way, that I would not encourage it, even by imitating it -in sport. Besides, children are great imitators, and it wouldn’t be -strange if some little fellows, after seeing your dialogue represented, -should try to play off a fight on their own hook; and perhaps they might -get in earnest before they were through with it. And then, again, seeing -a sham fight, like yours, might strengthen a taste which too many boys -have for witnessing _real_ battles, in which bloody noses and torn -clothing are the prizes. I presume you didn’t think of these things; but -don’t you see there is some force in them?” - -“Yes, sir,” replied Clinton. - -“But they represent such things at the theatres,” suggested Whistler. - -“I know they do, Willie,” said his uncle; “but, in my opinion, the -theatre is a very poor school of morality.” - -“And we read about such things in books, too,” added Clinton, gathering -courage from his cousin’s objection to his father’s position. - -“A written description of a fight, or any other species of wrong-doing, -is a very different thing from the same affair acted out by living -performers,” replied Mr. Davenport. “Still, such scenes ought to be -introduced very sparingly and very cautiously into books, in my -opinion.” - -“Is there anything else in the dialogue that you don’t approve?” -inquired Clinton. - -“Yes,” replied his father; “but I suppose I must blame Willie’s teacher -for the other faults, rather than you. I don’t think he took a very wise -or proper course to settle the dispute between the two boys. I should -say that the mutual flogging must have deepened their hatred of each -other, and encouraged their fighting propensities. Then I do not like -the forced reconciliation; it could only make deceivers and hypocrites -of them. Exposing them to the ridicule of the whole school was another -bad thing about the affair. In fact, I should think that the whole scene -must have had a bad effect, not only on the culprits, but upon all who -witnessed it; and for that reason I should not like to see it -represented in a dialogue.” - -“Well, then,” said Clinton, in a desponding tone, “we shall have to give -up the dialogue, for we haven’t time to write another, even if we knew -we could write a better one.” - -“I hope you are not going to allow one failure to discourage you,” -replied his father. “I do not find any fault with this, except with the -subject; and I do not see why you cannot write another as good as this, -that shall be free from all objectionable matter.” - -Here the conversation ceased, and Mr. Davenport went into the house. His -decision in regard to the dialogue had not been announced without the -greatest pain, as he well knew how sore a disappointment and how deep a -mortification it would carry with it. There was no honest and proper -course, however, but to express his opinion freely and fully; and he -accordingly did so, in as kind a way as he could. - -“I almost wish we hadn’t shown it to father,” said Clinton, when they -were alone. “I don’t believe anybody else would think there was any harm -in it.” - -“Well, as for my part,” said Whistler, “I’m glad we _did_ show it to -him; for if there’s anything out of the way in it, I should much rather -know it now, than not find it out until after it was spoken.” - -This manly remark had a decided effect on Clinton, who, in the -bitterness of his disappointment, had uttered a sentiment which, to do -him justice, we must say did not come from his heart. - -“I suppose it’s all for the best,” he said; “but what shall we tell the -boys, when they meet, to-morrow, to learn their parts?” - -“We can tell them that our dialogue did not suit us, and we’re going to -write another,” replied Whistler. - -“Another?—how can we do that?” inquired Clinton. - -“Why, you don’t mean to give it up, do you?” inquired Whistler. “I -don’t, at any rate. We’ve promised the boys an original dialogue, and I, -for one, shan’t back out without trying at least once more. We’ve got -over a week to do it in, and it didn’t take us three days to write -that.” - -“Yes,—but the subject?” suggested Clinton. - -“Ah, that’s the stick!” said Whistler. “Don’t you think your father -could tell us of something to write about?” - -“You might ask him,” said Clinton, who seemed determined that if another -dialogue was written, his cousin should shoulder the burden. - -Willie did ask his uncle, who was much pleased to learn that the boys -had concluded to try again. He talked with them during the evening in -regard to the matter, and suggested several plans and subjects, one of -which struck them very favorably, and they at once concluded to adopt -it. - -Early the next morning the boys went to work upon their new dialogue; -and so earnestly did they labor, that, to their own astonishment, it was -finished when the dinner hour arrived. It was much shorter, however, -than the first one, and was also simpler in its construction. Mr. -Davenport read and approved it; and in the afternoon the nymphs of -Spouting Hollow—if that classic retreat was honored by such -inhabitants—had the pleasure of listening to its first rehearsal. - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER VII. - - THE INCENDIARY. - - -“THERE! I can’t do anything with only one hand!” exclaimed Whistler, -somewhat impatiently, as he was at work in the shop one morning with -Clinton. He was nailing two pieces of wood together, for some purpose or -other; but the nail split them both, and rendered them useless. - -“You didn’t drive the nail in right, that’s the trouble,” said Clinton, -after glancing at the pieces. “If you had turned it round the other way -it wouldn’t have split. You have set the wide part of the nail across -the grain of the wood, and it acts just like a wedge. Don’t you see how -the nail widens towards the head? Well, that wide part ought to go the -same way as the grain, and not across it.” - -“I’ve heard something of that before, but I didn’t think anything about -it,” said Whistler, who, it should be remarked, had far less mechanical -skill than Clinton, who had enjoyed unusual facilities for cultivating -this talent, and, besides, had a natural aptitude for it. - -“Even if you were driving a nail into solid timber, where there was no -danger of splitting,” continued Clinton, “the wide part ought not to go -against the grain; for, if it does, there will be a little opening -around the head of the nail, and that will let in air and moisture, and -make the wood decay.” - -“Well, I’ll try it again,” said Whistler; and he began to look around -for some more pieces of wood. - -“There is another thing about driving nails,” continued Clinton; “did -you know that you can drive one into hard wood a great deal easier if -you wet it?” - -“No, I never heard of that,” replied his cousin. - -“It is so,” added Clinton. “Oil is the best thing to wet it with; but -water is good, or you can put it into your mouth, as the carpenters -often do.” - -“There’s some knack even in driving a nail, isn’t there?” said Whistler. - -“Ah, there comes Mr. Walker,” said Clinton, as a man appeared in the -yard, and he went out to speak to him. - -“Where’s your father, Clinton?” inquired the man. - -“I don’t know,—he is somewhere about here,” replied Clinton. “Shall I go -and find him?” - -“No matter about it,—I’m in a hurry,” replied Mr. Walker. “I was going -by, and I thought I’d stop and let your folks know that father has heard -from his horse, and got track of the rascal that set fire to the barn.” - -“Has he?—who is it?” inquired Clinton. - -“We’ve traced the fellow to Bangor, and there we’ve lost him,” continued -Mr. Walker; “but I’m in hopes we shall get some clew to him again. He -sold the horse about twenty miles this side of Bangor.” - -“But who is the fellow?” inquired Clinton, with a feeling of suspense -somewhat similar to what he experienced when his father had the rejected -dialogue under consideration. - -“We don’t know for a certainty,—he went by two or three different names, -and probably all of them were assumed for the occasion,” replied Mr. -Walker; “but, from the description of him, we think it must be a fellow -that father complained of for selling rum, over at the Cross Roads. His -name was Dick Sneider.” - -“There! that explains it all, then!” said Clinton, and the color -suddenly went from his face. - -“Explains what? Do you know anything about it?” inquired Mr. Walker, -with surprise. - -Clinton then told Mr. Walker of his interview with Sneider in the woods -the night before the fire. Willie also came out, on hearing the subject -of conversation, and supplied some omissions which Clinton, in his alarm -and nervousness, had overlooked. Mr. Walker was a quick-tempered and -impulsive young man, somewhat overbearing in his manner, and, when in a -passion, not a very agreeable person, by any means. He could scarcely -restrain his anger, as the boys related their adventure, and repeatedly -interrupted them with the inquiry, in a quick, snappish tone: - -“Why didn’t you tell of this before? What does all this mean, I should -like to know?” - -His passion rose as the boys proceeded, and he soon lost all -self-control, and broke forth in a most profane and outrageous manner, -applying all kinds of abusive epithets to Clinton in particular, for not -telling of his interview with Sneider before; pronouncing him a fool and -simpleton for being so easily deceived by him; and, with the usual -inconsistency of men in a passion, threatening to have him arrested as -an accomplice or partner in the crime. The boys hung their heads like -criminals, under the stinging reproof; but, fortunately for them, Mrs. -Davenport, who, unobserved, had heard the whole conversation, thought it -her duty to interfere, now that Mr. Walker’s temper had reached such a -pitch, and she accordingly stepped from the house. The young man -softened his words and tones a little when he saw her, but still -condemned Clinton’s error in severe terms. She admitted that he had -acted unwisely, but mildly rebuked Mr. Walker for the severity of his -reprimand, reminding him that Clinton was but a boy, and had probably -done what he thought was right. She also spoke of the accident which -Whistler met with, and of the busy preparations they had been making for -the picnic, which had caused them almost to forget the fire. - -Mr. Walker now started for home; but he had not proceeded far when he -met Mr. Davenport, and he stopped to inform him of the discovery he had -just made. - -“Is that man drunk, or crazy, or what is the matter with him?” inquired -Whistler, indignantly, as soon as Mr. Walker was out of hearing. - -“No, Willie; he’s a fiery-tempered man,—that’s all that ails him,” -replied his aunt. - -“Well, if I hadn’t thought he was crazy, or drunk, or something of that -kind, I wouldn’t have stood so much of his impudence,” added Whistler, -whose courage rose as the choleric young man rode off. - -“I know one thing,” said Clinton, “if Bill Walker ever talks to me in -that way again, I’ll give him as good as he sends.” - -“O, no; you don’t mean that,” replied his mother. “That would be putting -yourself on a level with him; and I’m sure you wouldn’t wish to do that. -His bad temper is a great injury to him. It is notorious all over town, -and nobody respects him so much as they otherwise would, on account of -it. He makes a great many enemies, too, and, I have no doubt, he feels -heartily ashamed of himself when he gets over his fits of passion. I -hope you will never try to meet such a man with his own weapons. The -best way is to keep silence, or speak mildly. ‘He that ruleth his spirit -is better than he that taketh a city,’ as the Bible says. If you had -been impudent to Mr. Walker, it would have made him more furious, and he -would not get over his resentment half so easily; but now, he will soon -get calmed down, and then he will see that he has treated you badly, and -the next time you meet him he will be as kind to you as ever,—you see if -he isn’t.” - -“Yes,—but before he gets cooled off, he’ll go all over town and tell -what a fool I am,” said Clinton, bursting into tears. - -“O, no, I think not,” replied his mother; “but, even if he should, every -body knows what he is, and his reports will not injure you any, in the -end.” - -Mr. Davenport soon came in, to make inquiries concerning the affair of -which he had just heard. He could hardly credit Mr. Walker’s story, who, -to tell the truth, had not troubled himself much to explain the -mitigating circumstances in the case. He listened patiently to the boys’ -statement, and was very glad to find that the affair was not so bad as -had been represented. - -“I am very sorry this has happened,” said Mr. Davenport, after they had -made their explanations. “If you had told me of this as soon as we heard -of the fire, it is probable that Dick might have been arrested; for the -officers would have known who they were in pursuit of. Your silence has -probably defeated the ends of justice this time.” - -“But he seemed to be so lame, that we thought he couldn’t be the -fellow,” suggested Whistler. - -“Ah, he was too shrewd for you there,” said Mr. Davenport. “You -shouldn’t believe all that such a fellow tells you.” - -“Well, to tell the truth, uncle,” said Whistler, “I don’t think Clinton -is so much to blame as I am. I remember, now, his saying that he was -suspicious of Dick, and that a bad promise is better broken than kept; -but I rather talked him out of it.” - -Whistler had a nice sense of honor, hence this magnanimous confession, -which, indeed, was not a mere compliment, but was the truth. Clinton -would probably have made the revelation immediately after the fire, had -he not been influenced otherwise—slightly it is true—by his cousin. -This, however, did not wholly excuse his mistake. He knew more of Dick’s -bad character than Whistler did; and, besides, he ought not to have been -so easily influenced against his own convictions. This, indeed, had -always been one of Clinton’s chief failings,—a disposition to yield too -readily to the wishes and arguments of others, when his own better -judgment ought to have dictated a different course. - -Clinton did not allow his cousin to assume all the blame in the matter, -but insisted on bearing his full share. He strongly protested, however, -that he thought he was doing right. - -“I am a little inclined to doubt that,” replied his father. “It seems to -me you could not have given the subject much thought. I suppose you had -a sort of general impression that you were doing nothing wrong; but I -suspect that you did not turn the matter over in your mind as you ought. -But, even if you did, after due consideration, conclude that you had -done right, that would not make the action right.” - -“But, in that case, I shouldn’t be to blame for doing as I did, should -I?” inquired Clinton. - -“Yes, you would be to blame, unless you could give a good excuse for not -knowing better,” replied his father. “But, are you sure that you gave -the subject proper reflection, and acted according to the best of your -knowledge?” - -“Yes, sir; I thought I did,” replied Clinton. - -“Your promise to Dick was the only reason for your silence, was it not?” - -“Yes, sir.” - -“Why did you make such a promise? Supposing his story was true about the -debt, was it right for you to shield him from justice?” - -“But he said he couldn’t pay.” - -“Then you regarded him as an honest but unfortunate debtor, and thought -it would be an act of mercy to stand between him and his cruel creditor, -did you?” - -Clinton could not answer that question, but looked perplexed. He finally -evaded it by saying: - -“But he looked so ugly, that I didn’t dare to refuse him.” - -“Did he threaten you, or use any compulsion?” inquired his father. - -“Yes, sir; he threatened us after we had promised not to say anything -about it.” - -“Well, that will hardly excuse you for making such a promise. I think -you yielded too willingly. You can hardly say that he _compelled_ you to -promise secrecy. But, suppose he did compel you, what then?” - -“I suppose it would not have been binding on us.” - -“Why not?” - -“Because he forced us into it.” - -“Then, when the barons of England compelled King John to sign the Magna -Charta, which secured to Englishmen their liberties, the act was not -binding upon him, because he was forced into it; was it so?” - -Clinton made no reply. - -“If I should catch a boy stealing apples from my trees,” continued his -father, “and should refuse to let him go until he had promised not to -steal any more, he would be under no obligations to keep his promise, -would he?” - -“Yes, sir, he would.” - -“Are there any circumstances, then, under which it is proper to violate -a promise?” - -“Yes, sir,—when the promise is wrong.” - -“Yes, that is a settled principle in morals, and one that commends -itself to every honest mind. If I promise to do what is wrong, I am -bound to break that promise. Now, apply this principle to your promise -to Dick. Do you think that was a promise that ought to have been kept?” - -“I know it wasn’t, now, but I didn’t know then.” - -“But I want you to banish from your mind all thoughts of the fire, and -what you have since learned about it. We will suppose that Dick’s story -was true. You meet him unexpectedly in the woods. You know that he is a -worthless fellow, a vagabond and a rascal. He pleads that he is in debt, -and unable to pay, and wants you to promise to tell no one that you saw -him. You know that if he is too poor to pay what he owes, it is because -he is too lazy to work. You know, moreover, that he is a man who would -be just as likely to tell you a lie as the truth. Now, was it right for -you to make such a promise to such a man?” - -“No, sir.” - -“And, after it was made, was it right to keep it, and shield such a -worthless fellow from the consequences of the life he is leading?” - -“No, sir.” - -“Well, then, why didn’t you find that out sooner?” - -“I didn’t look at it in that light.” - -“That confirms what I said at the beginning. You did not give the matter -much thought; if you had, you would have seen it in just this light, -even if the fire had never happened. But, what surprises me most of all -is, that, after you knew some villain had set Mr. Walker’s barn on fire, -and run off with his horse, you did not take the trouble to think over -this affair earnestly, and decide what it was your duty to do. You seem -to have let it slip from your mind, as soon as you could, without -knowing whether you were doing right or wrong. If you had done this -under somewhat different circumstances, it might have blasted your -character for life. Many an innocent man has found himself entangled in -the meshes of the law, by merely keeping a rogue’s secret.” - -Clinton was much affected by his father’s plain dealing with him, and -attempted no further excuse. Whistler also felt badly about the affair, -and he could not help taking to himself a good share of the censure -bestowed upon his cousin. Mrs. Davenport, however, who had been a silent -listener to the conversation, was not wholly satisfied with the course -her husband had taken. She thought he had judged the boys with too much -severity, and she accordingly put in a plea in their behalf. Her -argument included pretty much all that could be said in mitigation of -their error; and if they had been on trial, and she had been their -lawyer, we may suppose that the heads of her “brief” would have been -something after this fashion: - -(1.) Their youth and inexperience—not strange that a wicked and artful -man should mislead them—the young, by a beautiful law of our natures, -are more inclined to believe than to doubt what is told them; not -strange that so young persons should not go through a long process of -reasoning, as to the right and wrong of the matter. - -(2.) Dick’s feigned lameness was well calculated to deceive them, and -allay all suspicion. - -(3.) Their motive in keeping the secret was honorable—a regard for their -promises. - -(4.) The hints thrown out by several people, that Mr. Walker’s -intemperate son, Tom, was suspected, may have had some influence on -their minds. - -(5.) The excitement about Willie’s accident, the dialogues, etc., had -probably caused them to think less about the matter than they otherwise -would. - -“Well,” said Mr. Davenport, after she had concluded her defence, “you -have made out something of a case; but, if my judgment was too severe, I -am inclined to think yours is too lenient. After all, perhaps the truth -lies about half way between us; so, Clinton, you can consider my -judgment as softened down a little; but,” he added, with a smile, “you -mustn’t think you are altogether so blameless as your mother makes you -out.” - -“Mr. Walker will get his horse back again, won’t he?” inquired Willie. - -“Yes; a man has a right to his own property, wherever he can find it,” -replied Mr. Davenport. - -“I hope they will catch Dick, too,” said Clinton, “and then they won’t -have anything to blame me for. I should be willing to go to court, as a -witness against him, if they could only nab him.” - -“I hope he will get his deserts,” said his father; “but, whether he does -or does not, you must let this unfortunate affair be a lesson to you in -the future; and beware how you listen to bad men, or make rash promises, -or keep a secret which you have reason to think ought to be revealed.” - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER VIII. - - THE FOREST PICNIC. - - -THE long looked for twenty-fourth of August, the day appointed for the -picnic, at length arrived. At Mr. Davenport’s the whole family were -stirring before daylight had fairly appeared; for there was much to be -done, and it was necessary to start for the scene of festivities at an -early hour. A heavy mist hung over the village, at sunrise, but it soon -melted away, and the weather was all that could have been desired. - -Fanny, who was to carry the family to the picnic, was furnished with an -extra allowance of oats; the pigs and poultry also received rations -sufficient to last them till night; and the oxen and cows were turned -into the pasture, to shift for themselves. After breakfast, the family -dressed themselves in their best suits; the horse was harnessed into a -large, open wagon; sundry cakes, and pies, and loaves of bread, were -stowed away in the bottom of the cart; and then, locking up the house, -all hands seated themselves in the vehicle, and they drove off towards -the Cross Roads. The place of rendezvous for the party was the vestry of -the church at the Cross Roads. This was the only church within a dozen -miles of Brookdale, the few scattered families in that village not being -able to sustain public worship among themselves. So the church at the -Cross Roads was _their_ church, although many of them lived four or five -miles distant from it. - -When Mr. Davenport’s family arrived at the vestry, they found that the -people were nearly all assembled, and were about to start for the grove, -which was a mile distant. There was a singular collection of vehicles -around the church,—chaises, carryalls, wagons, hay-carts, &c.,—some of -which were neatly trimmed with green boughs. The word was given to get -ready, the various teams were loaded up, and the motley procession -started, escorted by several young men on horseback, and the rear -brought up by a large company on foot. Their route, most of the way, lay -through a noble forest; for the road was not a public highway, but was -little more than a path, being used chiefly for the teaming of wood. In -many places it was quite rough, narrow and steep, and the carriages were -obliged to proceed slowly; but it was free from dust, and was, withal, a -very pleasant and romantic road. Several men and children had gone on -ahead to open the gates, or, perhaps, to have the satisfaction of being -first on the ground. The principal manager of the arrangements, who was -mounted on a handsome horse, also rode in advance of the procession, to -see that the way was cleared. - -[Illustration] - -The grove selected for the picnic was at a place called “The Falls,” -about a mile from the village, in a southwesterly direction. At this -point the river becomes a miniature cataract, the current being -narrowed, and the descent quite abrupt. The bed of the stream is rocky, -and the waters, as they dance and tumble along their course, seem full -of the spirit of frolic. There are fine groves on each bank, extending -almost into the water. - -The party reached the picnic ground in good order. The horses were -removed from the wagons and carriages, and hitched in shady places, on -the skirts of the woods. The young people were informed that they would -have two hours to ramble about and amuse themselves, while their parents -were looking after the provisions, arranging the tables, and gossiping -with their acquaintances. Clinton, Whistler and Annie, soon fell in with -Ella and her two cousins, and the six concluded to take a walk together -in the woods. - -“What a charming place this is for a picnic!” exclaimed Ella; “we -haven’t anything that will compare with it around Boston,—have we, -Willie?” - -“No, I never saw such groves as these around Boston, although we have -some pretty good places for picnics,” replied Whistler. - -“Your brother Oscar used to like to come over here,” said Clinton, -addressing Ella; “he has rambled all over these woods many a time.” - -“And so has Jerry; they used to come over here together, gunning,” added -Emily. - -“Do you know that we expect Oscar home again pretty soon?” inquired -Ella, addressing Clinton in a low tone. - -“Yes, Willie told me,” he replied. - -“He is going to live with our Aunt Page, in Vermont; we think it will be -a real good place for him,” added Ella. - -“I’m glad of it, and I hope he will do well,” said Clinton. - -“He says he means to,” replied Ella; “he wrote mother a beautiful -letter, just before I left home. I wish you could read it; it doesn’t -seem like him, at all.” - -“I wish I could see him once more. Perhaps I shall, when I go to Boston -next month,” said Clinton. - -The boy of whom they were speaking was Ella’s oldest brother. He was at -this time about fifteen years old. He had been a wayward boy, and had -caused the family much trouble and sorrow. He had been disobedient and -disrespectful to his parents, and rough and domineering towards the -other children. He chose for his associates boys who were, to say the -least, no better than himself, and fell into indolent habits, neglecting -his studies at school, and shirking, as far as he could, the various -little services which he was expected to perform at home. At length his -misconduct became so troublesome, that it was thought best to remove him -from his city associates and temptations. Accordingly, he went to reside -with his uncle in Brookdale, where he spent several months. This, -however, did not reform him; but, instead of correcting his evil habits, -he exerted a bad influence on his new acquaintances. This was especially -true of his cousin Jerry, who was sadly contaminated by his example; and -even Clinton, with all his good habits and principles, did not wholly -escape the moral contagion. But at length his career in that place was -brought to a close by an act that entitled him to a cell in the county -prison, and his father was obliged to take him home, to save him from -the consequences of his crime. He then made a short voyage to sea; but, -not fancying that mode of life, he again became a loiterer about the -streets of Boston, fell into bad company, was arrested for stealing, -and, after a public trial, was sent to the Reform School; and there he -remained at the time this conversation took place.[1] - -Footnote 1: - - A fuller account of Oscar’s career is given in the first two volumes - of this series, namely, “Oscar” and “Clinton.” - -The two hours allotted to the young folks for sports and rambles were -improved in various ways. Some strolled through the woods and fields, in -quest of flowers or berries; some sailed chip boats on the river, or -waded in its clear waters, or tried to catch imaginary fish with worms -impaled upon pin hooks; some amused themselves with a swing which had -been suspended from the limb of a lofty oak; others played “I spy!” -“hide and seek,” “tag,” and similar games; and others, reclining on the -grass under the trees, talked and sang, and watched the movements of -those around them. Clinton and Whistler, who felt some responsibility -for a portion of the entertainment that was to be provided, did not -remain long with the Prestons, but hunted up the boys who were to take -part in the declamations, and assisted in making the necessary -preparations for this part of the exercises. - -At length the clear notes of a horn rang through the woods for several -minutes. This was the signal for the company to assemble, and it was -promptly obeyed. The “Log Cabin,” as it was called, was the place of -gathering. This was a long, low, and rude structure, the walls being of -logs, laid one upon another, and the roof thatched with bark. There were -several square holes in the sides, which let in the light, and an -opening at one end, which served as a door. A pole was fastened to the -gable over the door, from which floated an American flag. This log house -was erected for the accommodation of picnic parties, by the young men of -the neighborhood, several years previous. - -The inside of the log house was as rude as the exterior. The end -opposite the entrance had a raised platform, but the rest of the -building had no floor except the native turf. On each side there was a -rough bench, the length of the cabin, which furnished the only seats for -the company. The interior was prettily decorated with hemlock and spruce -boughs, which were arranged in the form of an alcove and canopy, on the -platform, producing a very pleasing effect. - -When the people had all assembled in this forest hall, the pastor -commenced the exercises by supplicating the divine blessing upon their -festivities. He also addressed the company in a familiar manner, and -then called upon the children for a song, which was given in a spirited -style. After one or two speeches, and another song, the declamatory -exercises were introduced by Clinton, who gave an extract from one of -Webster’s orations, in a creditable manner. Several misses and boys then -recited poems, or declaimed pieces, Whistler being one of the number. -Last of all came the following original dialogue, the joint production -of Clinton and Whistler, which we feel bound to copy in full: - - - THE RIVAL SPEAKERS. - - -SCENE—_The platform of a school-room._—CHARACTERS—THOMAS TROTTER, _a - large boy, with a “big voice,” and_ SAMUEL SLY, _a small boy, whose - vocal organ is pitched on a high key_. - -[Thomas enters, and makes his bow to the audience, followed by Samuel, -who goes through the same ceremony, a little in his rear.] - -TOM [_turning partially round._]—What do you want here? - -SAM.—I want to speak my piece, to be sure. - -TOM.—Well, you will please to wait until _I_ get through; it’s my turn -now. - -SAM.—No, ’tain’t your turn, either, my learned friend; excuse me for -contradicting, but if I don’t stick out for my rights, nobody else will. -My turn came before that fellow’s who said “his voice was still for -war;” but I couldn’t think how my speech began, then, and he got the -start of me. - -TOM.—Very well; if you were not ready when your turn came, that’s your -fault, and not mine. Go to your seat, and don’t bother me any more. - -SAM.—Well, that’s cool, I declare,—as cool as a load of ice in February. -Can’t you ask some other favor, Mr. Trotter? - -TOM.—Yes; hold your tongue. - -SAM.—Can’t do that; I’m bound to get off my speech, first. You see it’s -running over, like a bottle of beer, and I can’t keep it in. So here -goes: - -“My name is Norval; on the Grampian Hills. - My father feeds—” - -TOM [_interrupting him, commences his piece in a loud tone_.]—“Friends, -Romans, countrymen!” - -SAM.—Greeks, Irishmen and fellow-sojers! - -TOM.—“Lend me your ears.” - -SAM.—Don’t you do it; he’s got ears enough of his own. - -TOM.—“I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.” - -SAM [_mimicking his gestures_.]—I come to speak my piece, and I’ll do -it, Cæsar or no Cæsar. “My name is Norval—” - -TOM [_advancing towards him in a threatening attitude_.]—Sam Sly, if you -don’t stop your fooling I’ll put you off the stage. - -SAM [_retreating_.]—Don’t, don’t you touch me, Tom; you’ll joggle my -piece all out of me again. - -TOM.—Well, then, keep still until I get through. - -[_Turns to the audience._] - -“Friends, Romans, countrymen! lend me your ears; - I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.” - -SAM.—I say, Tommy, what are you bla-a-a-a-r-ting about; have you lost -your calf? - -TOM.—“The evil that men do lives after them, - The good is oft interred with their bones; - So let it be with Cæsar.” - -[_He is again brought to a stand by Sam, who is standing behind him, -mimicking his gestures in a ludicrous manner._] - -Now, Sam, I tell you to stop your monkey shines; if you don’t, I’ll make -you! - -SAM.—You stop spouting about Cæsar, then, and let me have my say. You -needn’t think you can cheat me out of my rights because you wear higher -heeled shoes than I do. - -TOM.—I can tell you one thing, sir,—nothing but your size saves you from -a good flogging. - -SAM.—Well, that _is_ a queer coincidence, for I can tell you that -nothing but _your_ size saves _you_ from a good dose of Solomon’s grand -panacea. [_To the audience._] I don’t know what can be done with such a -long-legged fellow,—he’s too big to be whipped, and he isn’t big enough -to behave himself. Now, all keep still, and let me begin again: “My name -is Norval—” - -TOM.—“I come to bury Cæsar—” - -SAM.—I thought you’d buried him once, good deeds, bones and all; how -many more times are you going to do it? - -TOM.—Sam, I’m a peaceable fellow; but, if you go much further, I won’t -be responsible for the consequences. - -SAM.—I’m for _piece_, too; but it’s _my_ piece, and not your long -rigmarole about Cæsar, that I go in for. As I said before, “My name is—” - -TOM.—“The noble Brutus - Hath told you Cæsar was ambitious; - If it were so, it were a grievous fault, - And grievously hath Cæsar answered it.” - -SAM [_in a loud whisper_.]—I say, Tom, did you know you had got a hole -in your unwhisperables? - -TOM.—“Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest. - (For Brutus is an honorable man,— - So are they all, all honorable men,) - Come I to speak in Cæsar’s funeral.” - -SAM.—This isn’t Cæsar’s funeral,—it’s the exhibition of the Spankertown -Academy, and it’s my turn to officiate, so get out with Cæsar,—“My name -is Nor—” - -TOM.—“He was my friend, faithful and just to me; - But Brutus says he was ambitious; - And Brutus is an honorable man.” - -SAM.—Brutus be hanged; who cares for what he said? Come, you’ve -sputtered enough; now give me a chance to say something. “My name is—” - -TOM.—Come, Sammy, _don’t_ interrupt me again, that’s a clever fellow. -Let me finish my piece, and then you shall have the whole platform to -yourself. - -SAM.—You’re very kind, Mr. Trotter,—altogether too kind! Your generosity -reminds me of an Irish gentleman, who couldn’t live peaceably with his -wife, and so they agreed to divide the house between them. “Biddy,” says -he, “ye’ll jist be after taking the outside of the house, and I’ll kape -the inside.” - -TOM [_to the audience_.]—Ladies and gentlemen, you see it is useless for -me to attempt to proceed, and I trust you will excuse me from performing -my part. [_Bows, and withdraws._] - -SAM.—Yes, I hope you will excuse him, ladies and gentlemen. The fact is, -he means well enough; but, between you and me, he doesn’t know a -wheelwright from a right wheel. I’m sorry to say, his education has been -sadly neglected, as you all perceive. He hasn’t enjoyed the advantages -that I have for learning good manners. And, then, did you ever hear such -a ridiculous spouter! He might make a very decent town crier, or -auctioneer, or something of that sort,—but, to think of Tommy Trotter -pretending to be an orator, and delivering a funeral oration over Cæsar! -O my! it’s enough to make a cat laugh! And, now, ladies and gentlemen, -as the interruption has ceased, I will proceed with my part: - -“My name is Norval; on the Grampian Hills - My father feeds his flocks——” - -And—and—and—[_aside, to a boy near him_]—what is it?—[_to the -audience_]—“feeds his flocks”—and—and—and—there! I’ll be blowed if I -haven’t got dead stuck, a’ready! Just as I expected, that lubber that -came to bury Cæsar has bullied all the ideas out of my head! [_Beats an -inglorious retreat, with his hands over his face._] - - * * * * * - -How the hearts of the young authors beat, as, concealed from the -audience, behind the spruce boughs on the stage, they watched the -progress of the piece, and trembled lest, after all their pains, it -should prove a failure! But their anxiety was needless. The lads who -took the parts acquitted themselves admirably, and the whole assembly -seemed to join heartily in the applause which followed its conclusion. - -After a few more addresses from gentlemen present, the assembly was -dismissed for one hour. The older people scattered themselves over the -grounds, in little groups, while the children, pleased with the -successful issue of their part in the entertainment, made the woods ring -with their merry voices, as they bounded through the grove. Clinton and -Whistler received many congratulations for the success of their dialogue -and the excellence of their speaking. Among those whose commendation was -most hearty, was young Mr. Walker, whom they had not seen, till now, -since the memorable morning when his passion so completely overmastered -him. The sight of him stirred up the sense of injury which was still -rankling in Clinton’s heart, and he tried to avoid him. Mr. Walker, -however, was now as calm as a summer’s day, and seemed to have entirely -forgotten the character of that interview. Familiarly slapping the boy -on the back, he said: - -“Clinty, they say you composed that dialogue; is that a fact?” - -“Willie and I wrote it, together,” replied Clinton. - -“Well, it was a capital hit; every body says so. Your speaking was good, -too; you’ve covered yourselves with glory, both of you,” said Mr. -Walker. - -The boys, somewhat abashed by praise from such a source, looked -confused, and made no reply. - -“By the way,” continued Mr. Walker, putting a hand on the shoulder of -each of the boys, and drawing them aside from other groups that were -near, “you mustn’t think anything of what I said the other day. I was a -little excited, you know, and I suppose I said rather more than I ought -to. I have been sorry for it ever since, and I don’t want you to think I -meant it all.” - -“We can see, now, that we did wrong,” said Whistler, perceiving that his -cousin was at a loss what to say; “but, the fact is, we didn’t think -much about it at the time. We didn’t mean any harm; that’s all the -excuse we can give.” - -“No, we didn’t mean any harm, and we both felt bad enough when we found -how Dick cheated us,” added Clinton. - -“Well, we won’t say anything more about that,” remarked Mr. Walker; “it -can’t be helped, now, and I rather think we shall catch Dick, after all. -If we do, he will have to sweat, that’s certain. He won’t get off with -less than three or four years in the state’s prison.” - -Mr. Walker passed along to other groups, but his few words to the boys -had changed their feelings towards him very materially. Their resentment -had melted away before his apology, and they felt relieved from a heavy -burden of censure. Still, it must not be supposed that _all_ traces of -that outburst of passion were thus easily removed. No apology can sink -so deep into the heart as an angry word or an unjust reproach. The scar -remains after the wound is healed. - -Another blast from the horn rang through the woods and summoned the -people to the feast, which had been spread upon a long table under the -trees, near the cabin. There was a bountiful supply of provisions, which -had been contributed by the various families; and the company, standing -around the tables, demolished the substantials and delicacies in a way -that evinced the sharpness of their appetites and the excellence of the -repast. - -The dinner was followed by several speeches, stories, anecdotes and -songs, and then the people dispersed, to amuse themselves in their own -way. Clinton proposed a blueberry party; and his parents, Whistler, -Annie, the Preston children, and several others, entered into the -arrangement. A short walk through the woods, by a path well known to -Clinton, brought them to several acres of cleared land, which was -literally covered with blueberries, of a large size, and in full -perfection. To the regret of all, they had no vessels to fill; but they -picked as many as they could eat, and each broke off a few branches from -the well-laden bushes, to carry back to the grove, as specimens of the -generous yield of the blueberry pasture. - -No hour was set for the breaking up of the picnic; but, as the sun -dropped down towards the west, one load after another started for home, -those who lived most distant being generally the first to leave. Mr. -Davenport and his family withdrew at an early hour, as they not only had -a long ride before them, but had many things to attend to after they got -home. The tongues of the young folks ran glibly enough as they jogged -along through the solitary roads, and all the scenes and enjoyments of -the day passed in vivid review before them. The sixth and last mile of -their homeward journey was half completed before they showed any signs -of having “talked themselves out;” and then the conversation suddenly -came to a stand, and they rode in silence for several minutes. Clinton, -who had talked more than any of the others, seemed all at once absorbed -in his own thoughts. He was thinking of the dialogue, and was about to -ask his father something about it, when it occurred to him that he had -already said full enough on that subject, and would perhaps be laughed -at if he alluded to it again. After a few moments’ silence, however, he -got the better of his modesty, and again broached the all but threadbare -topic. - -“Father,” he said, “there is one thing I don’t exactly understand. You -didn’t like our first dialogue because the characters behaved so bad. -Now, I don’t see why you didn’t object to this other piece, for the same -reason. Tom and Sam didn’t come to blows, to be sure, but they -quarrelled bad enough.” - -“I wonder that you did not think of that, sooner,” said Mr. Davenport. - -“I did; I told Willie, before you read it, that you would object to it -on that account; but, as you didn’t find any fault with it, I thought I -wouldn’t,” replied Clinton. - -“Until you were sure you should not have to write another dialogue?” -suggested his father, with a smile. - -“O, we couldn’t have done that, any way,” said Clinton. - -“Well,” continued his father, “I think I can clear myself of all -suspicions of inconsistency. And, in the first place, you must remember -that I did not say it was best to exclude _all_ exhibitions of bad -temper or character from a book or a dialogue. There are some faults -that may be very properly exhibited in this way. But there are certain -gross forms of evil which it is not wise to portray too minutely. For -instance, it would be painful to see the sins of murder, or drunkenness, -or lewdness, or profaneness, or fighting, acted out in a dialogue; and, -besides, the effect would be immoral. But, if you want to show off the -folly of vanity, pertness, ill manners, jealousy, ignorance, or any -similar fault, by giving an example, I have no objection to it, if it is -only done judiciously. Now, in regard to your dialogue, Tom behaved as -well as almost any boy would under the same circumstances. Sam was the -rogue; and he, I take it, was only a harmless personification of a pert, -self-conceited, but witty young blockhead, who, in the sequel, gets -abundantly punished for his impudence. Isn’t that the character you -intended to portray?” - -“Yes, sir, I suppose it is,” replied Clinton. - -“And do you see, now, why I didn’t object to the dialogue?” - -“Yes, sir,” replied Clinton. - -They had now reached their home, and Mr. Davenport took care of the -horse, while the boys went after the cows and oxen. - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER IX. - - THE MIDNIGHT ATTACK. - - -WHISTLER’S wounded finger continued to heal rapidly, and it now -occasioned him but little trouble. He did not use his left hand much, -however; and one day he was a good deal surprised, and a trifle alarmed, -on discovering that the arm itself had become much smaller than the -other. He at once showed it to his aunt, who relieved his apprehensions -by assuring him that its shrunken appearance was owing to its not being -used. She also improved the opportunity to give him a few hints on the -importance of exercise to bodily health. - -“If you should keep your arm motionless for a long time,” she said, “it -would finally wither and become useless. So it is with our whole -bodies,—they suffer, and fall away, if they do not get exercised enough. -The reason that Clinton is stronger and stouter than you is, that his -body has been exercised more than yours. He was quite slender when he -was a little child. And it is precisely the same with our minds. If we -want to increase any of our faculties, we must make a good use of them, -and they will be sure to grow. But, if we don’t exercise them, they will -fall away, just as your arm has done.” - -One morning, a few days after the picnic, there was a great commotion on -the premises, occasioned by the discovery that some murderous marauder -had visited the yard in the night, and taken the lives of a score of -Clinton’s hens and chickens. A brood of young chickens, which slept in a -barrel laid upon its side, apart from the other fowls, were all -murdered, together with their mother; while in the hen-house the ground -under the roosts was strewn with the bodies of the slaughtered. Clinton -rushed into the house in a high state of excitement, on making the -discovery, and the whole family hastened to see the bloody spectacle. -Many were the exclamations of sorrow and pity, as they gazed upon the -bodies of plump, matronly hens, and exemplary pullets, and feeble, -infantile chickens, now stiffened in death, their plumage ruffled and -stained with blood. Several of the fowls, however, were missing, having -evidently been either devoured or carried off. Among these was one of -the lords of the poultry-yard, who, perhaps, had attempted to defend his -family from the midnight assassin, and had been carried off bodily, as a -trophy of victory. The survivors were silent and melancholy, and the -shadow of a great calamity seemed to have settled upon them. The -remaining rooster, to be sure, was so ungracious as to crow lustily over -the bodies of his murdered household, in the presence of all the family. -Whistler charitably suggested that this was a song of triumph for his -own escape; but Clinton, who knew the jealous rogue better than his -cousin did, thought it was quite as likely that he was exulting over the -tragic downfall of his rival. Perhaps, however, with the bravado natural -to his race, he affected an indifference and stoicism which he did not -feel, and crowed, as boys sometimes whistle in a grave-yard, merely to -“keep his courage up.” - -After the first outburst of regret and pity which the spectacle called -forth from all present, their curiosity was thoroughly awakened to -ascertain what animal had committed this cruel outrage upon a happy and -peaceful family. After a careful examination of the premises, no track -or trace of the creature could be found. All was mystery. There was -nothing but the slaughtered victims upon which to found a speculation, -and these told no tales against their murderer. Clinton was the first to -hazard a guess in regard to the assassin. - -“It must have been either a fox or a wild-cat,” he said; “don’t you -think so, father?” - -“If I were going to guess, I should say it was a skunk,” replied his -father. - -“O, no, father,—a skunk wouldn’t have killed so many of the fowls, would -it?” said Clinton, who was unwilling to admit that so common and -despised an animal had done the mischief. “Besides,” he added, “we have -skunks around here all the time, and why didn’t they ever do such a -thing before?” - -“If I remember right, they have done just such things before,” replied -his father. - -“Well, it was a long time ago, before I owned the fowls,” said Clinton. - -“It isn’t many months since Mr. White caught a skunk in the act of -killing his fowls,” added Mr. Davenport. - -“But they have never disturbed our fowls since I owned them, and that is -over five years,” suggested Clinton. - -“And there is a good reason for that; you have always kept your fowls -well secured against wild animals, until this summer,” replied his -father. - -This was true. Clinton was at first very particular to shut up the -poultry at night, so that no animal could get at them; but their -exemption from attack for several years had gradually allayed all fears -on this score, and of late he had not properly secured his charge from -the midnight attacks of their natural enemies. - -“Well,” said Clinton, “I don’t believe it was a skunk; I think it was a -fox or a wild-cat, or it may have been a ’coon. I mean to borrow Mr. -Preston’s trap, and see if I can’t catch him, to-night.” - -“I’ll give you fifty cents for his skin, if you catch a ’coon, a -wild-cat, or a fox,” said his father, as he turned away from the scene -to resume his morning work. - -“Agreed; and you shall have it for nothing, if it’s a skunk,” replied -Clinton, with a laugh. - -“No, I thank you,—I shan’t accept that offer,” replied his father. - -“Come, Annie, I wouldn’t look at the poor things any longer,” said Mrs. -Davenport, leading her little daughter away. - -“Here, mother,” said Clinton, “what am I to do with them? Wouldn’t some -of those large ones be good to eat?” - -“They may be good enough, for all I know; but I should not like to eat -anything that was killed in that way,” replied his mother. “Besides, -they are hardly fat enough to eat well. You had better bury them in the -garden; I don’t think they are good for anything else.” - -“I will do it right away, then,” said Clinton; and he and Whistler -procured shovels, and began to dig the holes. - -“I should like to see a skunk,” said Whistler; “do they show themselves -around here very often?” - -“Yes, I see them occasionally,” replied Clinton. “One moonlight evening, -last spring, I had been away, and when I came home, I saw one sitting on -our door-step; but he walked off as soon as he heard me, and I didn’t -think it best to follow him.” - -“They are nasty-looking things, I suppose,” said Whistler. - -“Why, no; there is nothing very bad-looking about them,” replied -Clinton. “Their fur is brown, with white stripes, and if it wasn’t for -their odor, they would be hunted for their skins. People sometimes eat -skunks when they can’t get anything else, and they say the meat is very -well flavored.” - -“What kind of a trap is it you are going to borrow?” inquired Whistler; -“will it kill the animal, or only make a prisoner of him?” - -“It is a steel trap, such as they catch wolves with,” replied Clinton. -“It catches the creature by the leg, and he can’t get away, unless he -leaves his leg behind.” - -“Perhaps you will catch a wolf,” suggested Whistler. - -“No, a wolf didn’t do this. He would have eaten or carried off more of -the hens,” replied Clinton. - -“Don’t you suppose the wolves come down here from the forests, -sometimes?” inquired Whistler. - -“Yes, I know they do,” replied Clinton. “Last winter two men were in the -woods, about a dozen miles north of Brookdale, when a deer dashed out -from a thicket, within two rods of them, with a large wolf close on to -his heels. Before they could raise their rifles the wolf had the deer by -the neck; but they fired, and shot them both dead. I saw both of the -animals over to the Cross Roads. The wolf was over seven feet long, and -he was a savage-looking fellow, I can assure you. Another man, last -winter, was crossing a pond on skates, when a pack of wolves made after -him, and, in his hurry and fright, he skated into a hole in the ice, and -was drowned.” - -“Do the wolves ever come this way in the summer?” inquired Whistler. - -“Yes,” replied Clinton; “there are often great fires in the woods, in -summer, that burn for weeks, and then the wolves, and bears, and moose, -get driven from their quarters, and sometimes they pay us a visit. Mr. -Oakley, who lives on the Passagamet river, fifteen miles from here, had -ten sheep killed by wolves, about a year ago. A part of the flock came -round the house, and looked frightened, and the folks went over to the -pasture where the sheep were kept, to see what the matter was. They -found seven of them dead, and some of them were torn dreadfully; but -three of them were alive, and were hurt but very little. They only had a -little scratch on the throat, that looked as if it might have been made -with the point of a pin. They carried these three home, and clipped off -the wool around their wounds, and washed off the blood, and put on some -salve; but they all died in an hour or two. The wolves poisoned them, or -else they were frightened to death.” - -“And you say bears sometimes prowl around here, too,” said Whistler. - -[Illustration] - -“Yes,” replied Clinton; “four or five years ago, one was seen over in -the woods, where we went the other day when we saw Dick Sneider. Last -winter father and I rode over to a logging-camp, in a sleigh, and spent -two or three days with the loggers. We had a capital time. We ate with -the men, and slept on heaps of leaves, in their log huts. They had -rousing fires, burning all night, in the middle of the huts; and, -instead of chimneys, the smoke went off through a large hole in the -roof. But that isn’t what I was going to tell you about. We stopped one -night at ‘Uncle Tim’s,’ as they call him, about half way between here -and the camp. He lives in a ‘clearing’ in the woods, and there’s no -other house for miles around. He told me a good many stories about wild -beasts, and one of them was about a bear that he killed last fall. One -morning he discovered that some creature had made great havoc in his -cornfield in the night, and he found the tracks of a bear all over the -lot. He saw, by the tracks, that it was a very large and heavy animal; -and, as he had a bear-trap, he thought he would try to catch him with -it, rather than have a fight with him. So he baited the trap, and set it -in the cornfield; but the next morning he found it just as he left it. -The bear had walked all around it two or three times; but he knew too -much to go into it, and he made his supper off of green corn again. -Well, Uncle Tim said his dander was up, then, and he made up his mind -that if the bear got any more of his corn, he should take some of his -bullets with it. So, in the evening, he took his rifle, and hid himself -among the trees just by the edge of his clearing, pretty near the place -where the bear’s tracks were. Well, he waited, and waited, hour after -hour, but he couldn’t hear nor see anything of the bear. It wasn’t very -dark, as there was a moon. His wife and two boys, and his big dog, were -in the house, waiting and watching as patiently as they could; for Uncle -Tim told them not to show themselves unless he gave a loud whistle. -Well, about one o’clock in the morning, he thought he heard a slight -noise, and, sure enough, there was the old fellow within a few feet of -him, and looking directly at him. Uncle Tim took good aim, and then -blazed away, with as heavy a charge as his gun would bear. The ‘varmint’ -gave one spring towards him, and fell dead almost at his feet. He -weighed about five hundred pounds, and I don’t remember how much oil -Uncle Tim got out of him, but it was a good lot. He got a bounty from -the state, too, for killing him.” - -“He must be a brave man,” said Whistler. - -“O, these old pioneers don’t mind such things,” said Clinton; “they soon -get used to bears and wolves. But I saw in a newspaper, the other day, -an account of a fight a little boy had with a bear, that was really -worth bragging about. He lived near Lake Umbagog, which is on the line -between Maine and New Hampshire, and I believe he was only nine years -old. He saw a bear in an oatfield, near the house, and he thought he -would pepper him with a few buck shot. The bear was wounded, and showed -fight; so the little fellow picked up a club, and went at him. The boy’s -mother saw the fight, and she gave the alarm to his father and an older -brother, who were at work near by; but when the bear saw them coming, he -made off as fast as he could. The family gave chase, but they were not -well armed, and were obliged to let him escape. Well, a few days after, -that same bear was seen near the same place, with a sheep in his mouth; -and that same little fellow went at him again, with a club, and made him -drop the sheep, and scamper off into the woods. At another time this -bear came to the house, when the woman was alone. He put his fore paws -on the window sill, and stuck his head and shoulders into the room, and, -after he had looked around a little, he walked off without touching -anything.” - -“That is being a little too neighborly. I shouldn’t like to live quite -so near the bears as that,” said Whistler. - -“I should want something more than a club, if I had got to meet one,” -said Clinton. - -“But I shouldn’t be afraid to meet a fox, or a wild-cat, or a ’coon, in -the woods,—should you?” added Whistler. - -“I shouldn’t want any better fun than to meet a ’coon or a fox,” replied -Clinton; “but if I had got to tackle a wild-cat, I should want to be -pretty well armed. It isn’t every man that can ‘whip his weight in -wild-cats,’ as they say out west.” - -“Why, I had an idea they were a good deal like our house-cats, only they -are not tame,” said Whistler.[2] - -Footnote 2: - - Whistler was partly right. The domestic cat, when deprived of a home, - sometimes takes to the woods, and leads a savage life. It is then a - wild-cat; but it is a very different pussy, for all that, from the - large, tiger-like creature to which that name properly belongs. - -“They do look something like a cat,” replied Clinton, “but they are -twice as big, and almost as savage as tigers. I saw a dead one, once. -They have little short tails, and very strong, ugly-looking jaws. A boy -that lives at the Cross Roads killed the one I saw. He was hunting -rabbits, about half a mile from the village, when he saw the head of a -strange-looking animal in a tree right over him. He didn’t know what it -was, but he concluded to fire; and, just as he did so, the creature -sprang right at him. The shot didn’t seem to hurt him much, but he was -in a terrible rage. The boy dodged him as he leaped from the tree, and -then they had a pitched battle for three or four minutes. The fellow got -some pretty hard scratches, and had his clothes torn; but he beat the -wild-cat with the breach of his gun until he killed him. He lugged the -body home, and he felt as grand as any body you ever saw, for a month -afterwards. The wild-cat weighed about twenty-five pounds, and he had -the skin stuffed, and has got it now.” - -The slaughtered fowls were now all buried, and the boys went in to -breakfast. In the course of the forenoon, after Clinton had done his -work, he and his cousin went down to Mr. Preston’s, to get the trap. The -story of the catastrophe awakened the interest and sympathy of the -neighbors, and quite a discussion ensued as to the nature of the enemy -that had done the mischief. Mr. Preston said it would not be at all -strange if a wild-cat or fox was prowling around the neighboring woods, -but he thought it quite as probable that a skunk had killed the fowls. -He did not think it was a raccoon, as, he said, this animal eats only -the heads of the poultry it kills. As Mr. Preston was an old logger, -having spent his winters in the forests for many years, he was well -acquainted with the wild animals in that quarter, and Clinton placed -considerable confidence in his opinion. Still, he was not quite -satisfied that his chickens had fallen a prey to the despised skunk, and -Mr. Preston accordingly hunted up his rusty wolf-trap, and gave him some -directions in regard to baiting and setting it. - -Ella, who listened to this conversation, seemed somewhat alarmed to hear -that the woods around Brookdale were ever visited by such strangers; and -when Whistler told her that even wolves and bears sometimes came down -into the neighborhood, she declared most vehemently that she should not -dare to go out of sight of the house again while she stayed there. - -“O, yes, you will; you will come over and see us,” said Clinton. - -“No, I shan’t; you have wild-cats around your neighborhood,” she -replied. - -“But Willie and I will come down with guns, and escort you up and back -again, if you’re afraid,” added Clinton. - -“I hate guns; I should be afraid to go with you, if you carried -them,—boys are so careless with fire-arms,” replied Ella. - -“Then we’ll come without guns,” remarked Willie. - -“Yes; and I’m thinking _you_ would run as fast as I should, if you saw a -wild beast coming,” said Ella, laughing. - -“No, I shouldn’t, either; I’d stand my ground as long as any body -would,” replied Whistler, with some warmth. - -“Well, Ella,” said Clinton, “I really wish you _would_ come over once -more, before you and Willie go home; and Em, and Hatty, too,—I want you -all to come.” - -“Well, perhaps we will, after you have caught your wild-cat,” said Ella, -as the boys moved off. - -“She is pretty good at quizzing,” said Clinton to his cousin, as they -walked away. “I really hope I shall catch something; if I don’t play a -joke upon Ella, then, no matter.” - -“If you do, you will be paid off, with interest, I can promise you -that,” replied Whistler; and he related an instance in which Ella “came -up” with a boy who took the liberty to play a practical joke upon her. - -The day was very warm, and the heat of the sun almost overpowering. Mr. -Davenport took a long “nooning,” as was his custom when the weather was -oppressively hot. Throwing himself upon a settle, after dinner, in the -coolest room he could find, he sometimes indulged in a nap, but more -frequently employed the hour of rest with a book or newspaper, or in -conversation with his wife or children, or in thinking over the affairs -of the farm. On this occasion, Clinton brought in the trap, and showed -it to him. After examining it in silence, he inquired: - -“How much is your loss, Clinty?—have you figured it up?” - -“No, sir; I haven’t thought anything about that,” he replied. - -“Then it doesn’t trouble you much, I presume,” said his father. - -“No, sir; I care a good deal more for the poor hens than I do for the -money,” replied Clinton. - -“That’s right!” said his father; “you’ve made considerable profit out of -your poultry, and you must expect to meet with some losses, once in a -while. Losses are inseparable from business; and the wisest way is to -make the best of them when we can’t avoid them. If a man meets with -nothing but prosperity, he is apt to grow reckless in his management, -and oppressive towards others; or he becomes wholly absorbed with the -world, and forgets that there is a God or a future life. But adversity, -if a man knows how to profit by it, will correct these faults. I have -met with some pretty serious losses in my day; but I can see, now, that -I am better off than I should have been if they had never befallen me.” - -“Do you think you are better off for being cheated out of everything you -owned, when Mr. Jellison failed?” inquired Clinton. - -“I have no doubt of it, now, although it was a severe blow to me at the -time,” replied his father. “I was a young man then, and had set my heart -too intently on making money, as though that were the great object of -life. Perhaps, if I had not met with that loss, I should have grown up a -miser. I have learned this lesson, on my way through the world: that a -man’s happiness doesn’t depend on the amount of money he owns. In one -sense, in fact, we do not own anything—we are only stewards. The -property is lent to us for the time, and we are bound to make a good use -of it. It belongs to the world, or, rather, to God. It was in the world -before we came, and it will remain here after we have gone; and we shall -have to give an account of the use we make of it while it is in our -hands. As I have a claim on all you own, so there is One who has a claim -on whatever I possess.” - -“But I didn’t know you had a claim on my money,” replied Clinton. - -“Have you ever settled for your board, and clothing, and education, and -all the other expenses of your bringing up?” inquired his father. - -“No, sir,” said Clinton. - -“Well, your hundred dollars would not go far, if you undertook to pay -those bills,” continued his father. “More than that, the law of the land -gives me a right to all your earnings until you are twenty-one years -old; did you know that?” - -“No, sir; I never heard of that before,” replied Clinton. - -“It is so,” resumed his father; “but, in return, the law obliges me to -support you, during that time, unless you run away from me, or refuse to -obey me. And you will find that this dependence upon others will follow -you through life. We never outgrow it, no matter how old or how rich we -become. We are all of us beholden to others, but most of all to God, -every day of our lives.” - -This conversation led Clinton to make an estimate of his pecuniary loss -during the afternoon, and he found that it amounted to the sum of five -dollars and fifty cents. He showed Whistler his account book, which was -kept in a neat and accurate manner. In this book he set down all his -receipts and expenses on account of the poultry, and at the close of -each year he “struck a balance,” and ascertained the amount of his -profits. At this time he had one hundred dollars in a savings bank, on -interest, besides about five dollars in his own hands,—all of which his -fowls, and the labor of his own hands, had earned him. He also owned his -stock of poultry, which, before the disaster of the previous night, he -valued at about twenty dollars. - -After tea the boys baited the trap, and set it in the garden, near the -hen-house. They skilfully concealed it under leaves and other litter, -leaving only the bait prominent; and, after watching it from the chamber -window as long as there was light enough to distinguish anything, they -went to bed, to dream of bears, and wolves, and wild-cats, and to see -visions of nondescript beasts not to be found in any work on natural -history. - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER X. - - THE HOMEWARD TRIP. - - -“WELL, Clinty, have you caught your wild-cat?” inquired Mr. Preston, the -morning after the boys set the trap. - -“No, sir; it’s so stormy, I suppose he thought he would not go out,” -replied Clinton. - -“Postponed his supper on account of the weather, eh? He must be a very -fastidious fellow,” added Mr. Davenport. - -“Or, perhaps he was afraid he should wear his welcome out, if he went to -the same place two nights in succession,” suggested Whistler. - -“I shan’t give him up yet; I mean to keep the trap set till I go to -Boston,” said Clinton. - -The storm, which set in soon after the boys had fixed the trap, -continued, with but slight intervals, for nearly two days. It was quite -severe, obliging all the family to keep indoors during its continuance. -Clinton and Whistler found a very pleasant, and not altogether -unprofitable amusement, during this protracted storm, in constructing a -“dissected map” of the United States, which they designed as a present -to Whistler’s little sister, Ettie. Whistler, who had been taught to -draw maps at school, made a handsome copy of the map of the United -States, on a single sheet of paper. The first draft included only the -boundaries of the states and territories, the principal rivers, chains -of mountains, lakes, &c. He then cut apart, with the scissors, the -several states and territories. Clinton, who had been preparing a number -of thin blocks of wood, of a uniform height, now cut them out into the -exact shape of these various sections of the map; and, meanwhile, -Whistler was engaged in finishing up each state by itself, inserting the -principal towns, coloring the surface, and, finally, pasting the several -sections upon the blocks which Clinton had made ready. Clinton also made -a neat little box in which to keep it. The whole affair was very well -done; and the boys found that the putting of the little blocks properly -together, afforded an interesting and instructive amusement, even to -them, familiar as they were with the geography of the country. To Annie, -who knew little of this study, the game was even more curious and -puzzling. - -The storm at length passed away, but only two or three more days -remained for Whistler to spend in Brookdale; and, as Clinton was to -accompany him home, a good share of their time was occupied in preparing -for the journey, and in talking over their plans. The trap was inspected -early each morning, but it remained undisturbed; and, although several -times freshly baited, not so much as the track of a creature was to be -seen around it. Clinton at length lost his faith in its virtues, and -returned it to Mr. Preston, the afternoon before he left for Boston. - -Whistler was hardly aware how much he had become attached to his uncle’s -family, until the hour of separation came. Then the old farm-house -seemed suddenly invested with a new beauty, and he felt himself drawn -towards its inmates by a stronger cord than ever before. There was but -little time, however, for farewells or last words of counsel. The -travellers were obliged to be on their way soon after sunrise, and Mr. -Davenport had the horse punctually at the door, to take them over to the -Cross Roads. A few hasty good-bys, a lingering look behind, and their -long journey was commenced. They stopped at Mr. Preston’s, and took Ella -into their wagon, as she also was going home. - -The stage coach came along soon after they reached the Cross Roads, and -the three young passengers took their seats within it. For about five -hours they were jolted along over rough roads, and steep hills, and log -bridges, occasionally passing through pretty villages, or among thrifty -farms; but much of the time hemmed in by forests on either side, or -surrounded by miles of wild land, from which the timber had been -removed. They all were wise enough to take some luncheon with them, and -they found a good use for it by the time they reached the end of the -stage route. - -After purchasing their tickets for Boston, the young travellers found -that they had nearly half an hour to spare before the cars would start. -Clinton, who had never traveled on a railroad but once before, and had -never seen a locomotive except on that occasion, proposed to go and see -the machine, which was then receiving its wood and water just outside of -the station house. Before going, however, they picked out their seats in -the train, and left them and their valises in charge of Ella. The boys -then spent some time in looking at the engine, and watching the -movements of those who had it in charge. After the wood-box and -water-tank of the tender were filled, the machine was backed to its -place at the head of the train. One of the men now jumped off, and the -other began to oil some of the joints and bearings of the engine. - -Although a locomotive was something of a curiosity to Clinton, it was -soon evident that he knew more about it than many boys of his age, to -whom a railroad train is an every-day sight. His mechanical taste had -led him to read whatever he could find about steam engines, and, by the -help of his father, he had acquired a pretty accurate idea of the -principles involved in their construction. He was thus able to name and -explain the action of parts of the locomotive of which even Willie had -no definite notion. - -The train was fast filling up, and the boys now took their seats. The -signal to start was soon given, the engine gave a jerk and a rapid -succession of puffs, and the cars began to glide over their iron course. -The views from the car windows now took up the attention of Ella and the -boys. The solemn forest and the bustling village,—the thrifty farm and -the wild and rocky pasture,—the rough old hills and the narrow, winding -valley,—the quiet river and the noisy mills upon its banks,—these were -the scenes that passed before them in a rapid panorama. - -They had proceeded fifteen or twenty miles, and their interest in the -outside world was beginning to flag a little, when the conductor of the -train came along, and, taking a vacant seat by the side of Whistler, -commenced a conversation with a man seated behind them. - -“Reed has got one of his odd fits to-day,” said the conductor, in a tone -which Whistler could not help overhearing. - -“Has he?” inquired the other man. - -“Yes; he’s as short as pie-crust,” replied the conductor. - -“Well, Reed always was subject to these cross spells from a boy,” said -the other. “We were as intimate as two mice in a stocking when we went -to school; but he used to have the sulks terribly then, once in a while, -and wouldn’t speak to any body all day long. I reckon it has grown upon -him ever since.” - -“Yes, I think it has,” said the conductor. - -“But Reed is as good-hearted a fellow as ever lived, after all, and a -_first-rate_ engineer,” added the passenger, laying great stress on the -last adjective. - -“Yes, he is the best engineer that runs on this road, by all odds,” said -the conductor. “He is always on hand, and he is cautious and careful -almost to a fault. He is cool, too, and thinks quick when any accident -happens.” - -“He understands machinery pretty well, I should think,” observed the -passenger. - -“Yes; he knows every bolt and screw in his engine just as well as you -know the way from your house to your shop,” replied the conductor. - -“Well, an engineer’s berth is a pretty responsible one,—more so than -yours. Don’t you think so?” inquired the passenger. - -“Yes; so far as the safety of the train is concerned, more depends on -him than on the conductor, or any body else,” replied the other. - -“But if every thing goes right, the ‘gentlemanly conductor’ takes all -the glory,” said the passenger, with a sly chuckle. - -“Yes, and he is saddled with all the blame if every thing doesn’t go -right,” retorted the conductor. - -“No, it isn’t so; people remember that there is such a person as the -engineer when an accident happens, and that’s about the only time they -do think of him,” replied the passenger. - -“Well, the conductor is held responsible for the train; but, after all, -a great deal depends upon the engineer, as you say,” said the conductor. -“He has his hands full every moment while the train is in motion. He -must judge of and regulate the speed, and see that the boiler is kept -supplied with water. At the same time, he must keep his eye on the -track, and see that there are no switches wrong, nor broken rails, nor -men, nor teams, nor other obstructions, in the way. He must look out for -signals of caution, and keep his machinery well oiled. He must watch his -engine closely, to see that every part works right; and if he hears any -unusual noise about the machinery, he must discover the cause of it. -When the train approaches a station, in order to bring it to a stand at -the right spot, he must take into account the speed and weight of his -train, the number of brakemen, the grade of the road,—whether upward, -downward, or level,—the state of the track,—whether dry, wet, or icy, -&c., &c. Besides all these things, he must be ready to act -instantaneously if any accident happens, and to do two or three things -at the same moment, if necessary. A man ought to have a pretty good head -to do all this, day after day, and never make a blunder.” - -“That’s a fact,” replied the other. “We’re going at a pretty fair jog, -now,” he added, after a moment’s pause. - -“Yes,” said the conductor; “the road is very straight along here, and we -get up an extra speed. I suppose we are going at the rate of forty miles -an hour, now.” - -“Did you ever think what the consequences would be if the engineer -should lose the control of the engine when it is going at full speed?” -inquired the passenger. - -“There isn’t much danger of that,” replied the conductor; “but, still, -such things have happened. We had an engine break its throttle-valve -once on this road, and the only way the engineer could stop it was by -putting out the fire. It ran about three miles before he could bring it -to a stand. If such an accident should happen near the end of the line, -it might do a good deal of mischief. But the greatest accident of this -kind that ever I saw, happened when I was out west. I was in a train -that was stopping at a dépôt, when a freight train suddenly came along, -and run into us. Our engineer and firemen saw that a collision was -coming, and jumped from the engine. Well, sir, the force of the blow -uncoupled the locomotive and tender from the baggage-car, and actually -jerked back the lever, and started the engine under a full pressure of -steam. She shot forward like an arrow, and we could see her for several -minutes flying over the track at the rate of seventy miles an hour. The -furnace had just been crammed with wood, and there was a full head of -steam on. The distance from Cincinnati was only fourteen miles, and we -knew she would get over the ground in about twelve minutes if the track -was clear, and then would come the crash. We listened, and almost -expected to hear it. But, as good luck would have it, the furnace door -flew open, and that stopped the draught, and the runaway came to a dead -halt just before it reached the city. I call that a pretty narrow -escape.” - -“Yes, it was, truly,” remarked the passenger. - -The train was now approaching a station, and the conductor broke off the -conversation, to which Whistler had listened with much interest, and -left the car. - -[Illustration] - -Railroad travelling, after the first hour or two, usually becomes rather -tedious, and the experience of our young travellers was not materially -different from that of older people. Now and then, however, as they -dashed on, an incident served to enliven the way. The attention which -the train every where attracted, although it must have been as familiar -a sight as the rising of the sun, accorded well with Clinton’s feelings; -but he was somewhat at a loss to account for the fact itself. In the -villages and at the dépôts people stared at the engine and cars as -intently as if they had never before seen such a sight. In passing over -a river they were greeted with cheers, the swinging of hats, and the -elevating of oars, by a party of boys in a small boat. At one station a -little black dog had the presumption to run a race with the train as it -started up, but he soon gave up the contest. A horse in a pasture kicked -defiance at his iron namesake, with heels high in the air, and galloped -to the remotest bounds of his enclosure. A flock of sheep in a field -huddled tremblingly together, and then broke the solid phalanx, and -hastily fled, as the train went thundering by. A brood of chickens -snuggled under their mother’s ample wings; and even that most grave and -unimpassioned of domestic animals, the cow, many of which they passed, -almost invariably looked up with a wondering expression of countenance, -and seemed more than half inclined to ask what the fuss was all about. -Such is the homage which man and beast ever pay to the railroad train, -the novelty and wonder of which are scarcely diminished by our -familiarity with it. - -It was late in the evening when our young travellers reached their -journey’s end. Ella’s brother, Ralph, was waiting their arrival at the -dépôt, and his fair young face lit up with joy when he saw his sister -and Whistler descend from the train. As Ella was encumbered with a -trunk, he procured a place for her and her baggage in a coach, and then -walked, with the other boys, towards the quarter of the city in which -both families resided. - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER XI. - - THE CITY HOME. - - -WHEN Clinton awoke the next morning, and looked around upon the large, -high chamber, and the strange furniture, and caught a glimpse through -the windows of a long row of brick buildings, he could, at first, hardly -tell where he was. Consciousness quickly returned, however, as he called -to mind the long journey of the day before, and the warm greetings which -he and Whistler received at the end of it. His cousin, whose bed he -shared, was still soundly sleeping, although the sun’s bright rays had -found their way into the room. People are apt to be more wasteful of -their morning hours in the city than in the country. Clinton’s curiosity -to see how the neighborhood looked by daylight would not allow him to -remain long in bed. He got up quickly, dressed himself, and was peering -inquisitively from the windows, when a loud scratching at the door led -him to open it, and in sprang Bouncer, Whistler’s handsome and -intelligent dog. With one leap he was on the bed, and in a moment the -sleeper was awakened, and engaged in a lively frolic with his -four-footed friend. - -“O, you black rogue!” said Whistler, seizing him by the fore paws; -“you’re glad I’ve got home, are you? Then kiss me, that’s a good fellow. -There! that will do! Yes, he’s glad his master’s got home, so he is; and -he almost flew off the handle last night, didn’t he? and he couldn’t -wait for him to get up this morning, could he? Well, his master’s glad -to see him, too, so he is. There, sir, you’ve kissed me enough; now jump -down, and let me get up. Go and kiss him,” pointing to Clinton. “That’s -cousin Clinton. Don’t you know him?” - -“You ought to know me, Bouncer, for you sent me a wag of your tail in a -letter last spring,” said Clinton, alluding to a rough pen and ink -sketch of Bouncer’s tail which Whistler’s father had enclosed in a -letter to Clinton, among sundry little love messages from the family. - -“O, yes, I remember that!” said Whistler, with a laugh, as he jumped out -of bed. “What did you think when you saw it? Didn’t you laugh?” - -“I rather think we all laughed a little over it,” replied Clinton. “I -had some idea of sending you back one of our cat’s purs in my letter, -but I didn’t know exactly how to do it.” - -“But what did you get up for, and leave me here asleep? Is that the way -to serve a fellow?” inquired Whistler. - -“O, I thought I wouldn’t disturb you,” replied Clinton. “I wanted to see -that splendid view you told me of when we were on Bald Peak. Do you -remember?” - -“Yes; ninety-five millions of miles. But, you see, it’s all sky-scape; -there isn’t much landscape to boast of,” said Whistler. - -“No, I see there isn’t,” replied Clinton, as he glanced at the -interminable brick block, with its row of low wooden sheds in the rear, -all of uniform size and pattern, and its little bits of open spaces -between the sheds, which served as back yards. - -The row of houses, the backs of which bounded the prospect from -Whistler’s window, was situated on a street parallel with that on which -Mr. Preston lived. Dwellings and stores are usually built in blocks, or -joined together, in cities and towns, because the land is too valuable -to admit of an open space around each separate building. Mr. Davenport’s -house was a fair specimen of this style of building. It was not far from -the centre of a block of about twenty houses, which were very nearly -uniform in their external appearance. It was of brick, and three stories -high, besides the basement and attic. There were two entrances to each -house,—the front door, reached by four stone steps, and a door opening -into a narrow archway, which led to the back yard. An iron balustrade -extended the entire length of the block, in front of the second story. -Add to this a brick sidewalk, with a line of young trees near the edge, -and a clean and well-paved street, and you have a tolerably distinct -picture of the outside of Whistler’s home. - -Whistler’s chamber was in the third story, on the side of the house -farthest from the street. It was quite neatly furnished. The floor was -carpeted, and the windows curtained. It contained a bureau, with a -mirror attached to it, a small dressing-table, and several chairs, all -of which, together with the bedstead, were painted a light chocolate -color, ornamented with dark stripes. In one corner was a marble -wash-basin, supplied with Cochituate water by means of a pipe, and -furnished with an outlet at the bottom, connecting with another pipe, to -let off the dirty water. There was a grate in the room, and a marble -mantel-piece, over which hung a large engraved likeness of Washington, -in a rosewood frame. On the side of the room opposite the bed there was -a small book-rack, which was filled with volumes and pamphlets, many of -which belonged to Whistler. There was a closet in the room, in which he -kept his clothing, and many of his playthings. The general appearance of -the chamber bore witness to the neat and orderly habits of its occupant. - -The boys had now dressed and washed themselves, and brushed their hair, -and went down stairs, followed by Bouncer. In the sitting-room they -found Mr. Davenport, in his dressing-gown, so absorbed in his morning -paper that he apparently did not notice their entrance. Not wishing to -disturb him, they soon left the room, but had not gone far when he -called to them in a loud and rather authoritative tone: - -“Boys! boys! come back!” - -They returned, wondering what the matter was, and Clinton, at least, -feeling a little alarmed at such a stern call. They stood, just inside -the door, about a minute, before Mr. Davenport spoke; and then, lifting -his eyes from the paper, in a very sedate manner, he said: - -“Good morning, boys.” - -“Good morning, sir,” replied the boys, in a somewhat reserved and -confused manner. - -Another awkward pause followed, during which Mr. Davenport was engrossed -with his paper. Whistler at length inquired: - -“Is that all, father?” - -“That is all,—what more would you have?” replied his father, a twinkle -of fun now appearing in his eyes, and about the corners of his mouth. - -They left him to the quiet enjoyment of his joke and his paper, and went -into the dining-room, as the apartment was called where the meals of the -family were spread. There they found Mrs. Davenport, assisting in -putting the breakfast upon the table, while Ettie, Whistler’s little -sister, was arranging the chairs. These, with Margaret, the domestic, -constituted the whole of Mr. Davenport’s family at this time. - -The breakfast-bell was rung, and the family gathered around the table, -and soon commenced a lively conversation, much of which was addressed to -Clinton. - -“I believe this is your first appearance in Boston, Clinton,” observed -Mr. Davenport. - -“Yes, sir, it is,” replied Clinton. - -“Well, you will see a great many strange sights, as you go about the -city,” continued his uncle. “Boston isn’t a London, nor a New York; but -it beats Brookdale, by considerable, in business, wealth and population. -When I first visited Boston, thirty years ago, I thought it was about -the biggest city in the world, and I can assure you it has grown a -trifle since then. But I’ve got a word of advice to give you, and that -reminds me of it. You don’t want to appear green, verdant, raw, -countryfied, as we city folks say?” - -“No, sir,” replied Clinton, in some trepidation at this startling array -of epithets. - -“Well, then,” continued his uncle, “you must follow these three rules. -First, don’t stare at anything; that means, don’t look at anything as -though it were new or strange. The second rule is, don’t be astonished -at anything. And the third is like unto it,—don’t admire anything.” - -Clinton looked perplexed. Sight-seeing was one of the principal objects -of his visit to the city; and a pretty kind of sight-seeing that would -be, he thought, if he could not look at anything, nor evince any -surprise or pleasure, for fear of violating the cold proprieties of city -manners. Whistler also shared in his perplexity; but, believing there -was a “catch” somewhere in his father’s advice, he said: - -“Father isn’t in earnest; he doesn’t mean what he says, I know.” - -“Yes, I am in earnest,” replied his father. - -“But, how can he see the city, if he mustn’t look at anything?” inquired -Whistler. - -“That’s another affair, altogether,” said Mr. Davenport. “I was telling -him how to avoid appearing green, not how to see the sights. When I -first came to the city myself, I suppose I was grass-green,—fast color, -warranted to wash,—although I didn’t know it then. I used to go staring -about at every thing and every body, looking into all the shop windows, -reading all the signs, and seeing more wonders than there were chimneys -in town. This used to provoke my brother, who had lived in the city a -whole year, and had grown wonderfully genteel in his notions. He carried -himself as stiff as a poker, and every time I turned my head he would -say, ‘Don’t stare about so! you act like a regular greenhorn!’ At last I -got quite angry with him, and I told him, right up and down, that I -didn’t care if I was green,—it was my favorite color; I liked it; I -gloried in it; I should be just as green as I pleased, and he needn’t -throw it in my face any more. Now, if you want to see the sights, -Clinton, I don’t know as you can do any better than I did; but, if you -do not want people to suppose that you are not accustomed to the city, -then you can follow the rules I have given.” - -“I want to see things; I don’t care whether people think I’m from the -country, or not,” replied Clinton. - -“Very sensibly said, and I am happy to see that you take after your -uncle,” said Mr. Davenport. “But we city folks are queer people. We get -up all manner of wonderful clap-traps and contrivances, to astonish our -country cousins, and then, if they look at them, we laugh, and tell them -they’re green. But all the greenies don’t come from the country, by a -good deal. I’ll warrant you see a specimen from the city, now and then, -down in Brookdale. How was it?—did the cows chase you, Whistler, or -didn’t they appreciate your verdancy?” - -“No, sir, they didn’t chase me; but I suppose it was because feed was -uncommonly good,” replied Whistler. - -“Pretty fair,” said his father, who always relished a joke. - -“Do cows ever eat boys, father?” inquired Ettie, who had soberly -listened to the conversation, but apparently without fully comprehending -the drift of it. - -This question, asked with all gravity, and affording such a fine -specimen of the very thing they were talking about,—city verdancy,—was -received with a general laugh, which sent the tears brimming to Ettie’s -eyes, when her father kindly replied: - -“No, darling, the cows don’t eat boys; but they sometimes chase them, -and toss them in the air with their horns, when they feel cross.” - -“When we went to ride, the other day,” continued Ettie, “we saw a cow -shaking her head at a dog, and running at him; and the dog kept jumping -before her, and barking right in her face. She wanted to hook him, -didn’t she?” - -“Yes,” said her father; “and if the dog hadn’t been a little too spry -for her, she would have sent him spinning into the air, just as you -would toss up your doll.” - -The conversation now changed to other topics, which we need not follow. -It was not without an object that Mr. Davenport introduced the subject -that has just been alluded to. This object was twofold. First, he wished -to put Whistler on his guard against manifesting any impatience or -unkindness if his cousin, in their walks about town, should happen to -look at things pretty hard. And then, again, he thought it would be well -enough to hint to Clinton, in a delicate way, that prolonged and -excessive staring at novelties in the public streets, is regarded as a -mark of rusticity by well-bred people. He knew that Clinton would not -attempt to follow the rules he gave; neither did he suppose he would -imitate his own example—somewhat exaggerated, no doubt—and make himself -“as green as he pleased.” Curiosity would forbid the first, and that -regard for the opinions of others which we all feel, deny it though we -may, would prevent the other. He left it for his nephew’s good sense to -find “the golden mean” between these two extremes. - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER XII. - - ROMANCE AND REALITY. - - -CLINTON’S first day in the city was diligently devoted to sight-seeing, -under the direction of Whistler. As it was Saturday, and the last day of -Whistler’s vacation, they were both naturally anxious to make the best -use of the time. It would be no easy matter to track them through the -crowded and intricate streets, and mark the weary miles of brick -sidewalk they travelled over, now pausing to look into a gay shop -window, or to gaze at an imposing building; now sauntering along the -water’s edge, amid a forest of shipping and long ranges of granite -warehouses; now making a pleasant detour to the Common, and resting -themselves under the shadow of its lofty trees; and now picking their -way through the narrow streets of the poor, with their tipsy rows of -weak-jointed buildings, their plenitude of foreign faces and strange -brogues, and their astonishing overflow of infantile humanity, scattered -all along the sidewalks, in undress, half-dress, and almost no dress at -all. Nor were these the only novelties that attracted the notice of -Clinton. The constant succession of strange faces of every conceivable -type, the curious variety in dress and manners, the novel vehicles and -equipages in the streets,—these and many other things arrested his -attention at every step, and often suggested remarks that seemed very -droll to Whistler. - -At length, however, the boys were both forced to confess that they were -very tired; and towards the middle of the afternoon Clinton concluded -that he had seen enough for one day, and proposed to Whistler to return -home. His feet, unused to the brick and stone pavement, were now so sore -that he walked with difficulty; and he declared that he felt more -fatigued than he should if he had hoed corn all day. They accordingly -took the shortest route home. Just before they reached the house, the -bell in a church steeple which they were passing began to toll. - -“What is that for—a funeral?” inquired Clinton. - -“No, it’s for a fire, I suppose; they don’t toll the bells for funerals -in Boston,” replied Whistler. - -“Is it a fire?—let’s go to it!” exclaimed Clinton, forgetting, in his -excitement, his weary limbs and tender feet. - -“No, I wouldn’t; we’re too tired to run to a fire now,” said Whistler. -“Besides, it’s a great way off; I believe it’s over to South Boston. Let -me count again.” - -The tolling, which had ceased for a minute, was now resumed, and six -loud strokes were given, followed by another pause. - -“Yes, the fire’s in District No. 6; that’s South Boston,” continued -Whistler. - -“How far is it from here?” inquired Clinton, who still felt inclined to -go to the fire. - -“It can’t be less than a mile, and it may be two, if it’s in the further -end of South Boston,” replied Whistler. - -“Nobody seems to be going to it. Why, I should think every body would -run when the bells ring for fire,” said Clinton, who was surprised to -see how little notice was taken of the alarm. - -“The firemen run, but other people don’t mind the alarm, unless they see -the light or the smoke,” replied Whistler. - -An engine now came along, making a great noise as it rattled over the -pavements, although there were no bells upon it, and but little shouting -among the men who had charge of it. It was very gayly painted, and -decorated with highly-polished brass mountings. There were only about a -dozen men at the rope when the engine first came in sight; but their -ranks soon filled up by the arrival of other members of the company, and -the engine went spinning through the street at a rapid rate, followed by -a swarm of ragged boys. Clinton was more than half disposed to fall in -with the crowd of urchins; but, perceiving that Willie had no idea of -joining in the race, he prudently concluded to forego the pleasure. - -The boys had now reached the house, and, on throwing themselves into -comfortable seats, began to realize how tired they were. They found -Ettie at full length upon the floor, engaged in putting together the -dissected map which the boys had made for her. Her knowledge of -geography was so slight, that the puzzle was anything but a simple one -to her. - -“What’s the matter, Sissy?—can’t you put it together right?” inquired -Clinton. - -“Yes, I can, _almost_,” replied Ettie; “but two or three of these pieces -are real ugly,—they won’t go in any where.” - -“Let me see if I can’t help you,” added Clinton, getting down upon the -floor with his little cousin. - -“I’d rather find it out myself,” replied Ettie, timidly. - -“O, well, then, I won’t meddle with it,” said Clinton. “You’re just like -me; I don’t like to have folks show me how to do things, when I can find -out myself.” - -Clinton could not repress a quiet smile as he glanced at the map, and -witnessed the strange positions which some of the states had assumed. -Illinois and Mississippi had exchanged places, both apparently quite -unconscious that they had “got into the wrong pew.” Tennessee had turned -half a somerset, and was standing upon her head. Maine was vainly trying -to fill the space that rightfully belonged to New York, while for the -last-named state no place had yet been found. - -“What a curious thing that fire-alarm is! Do you understand how it -works, Willie?” inquired Clinton. - -“Yes, I’ve heard it all explained,” replied Whistler. “In the first -place, the city is divided into seven fire districts. In each of these -districts there are a number of little cast-iron boxes, fastened to the -sides of buildings, such as I showed you on Faneuil Hall. These are the -signal stations. When a fire breaks out near one of these stations, the -watchman, or the man who keeps the key, goes to the box and turns the -crank in it slowly six times. That sends the alarm along the wires to -the central office, in Court Square, and the man there knows just where -it came from, and he strikes the number of the district upon the bells. -There are about forty of those signal boxes, and each has its wire -running to the central office. Then there is another set of wires that -lead from the office to the bells.” - -“All the bells in the city strike at the same time, don’t they?” -inquired Clinton. - -“No, there is no need of ringing all the bells,” replied Whistler. -“There are only seventeen bells, I believe, connected with the alarm, -and these all strike together. The ringing is done by machinery, -something like the striking part of a town clock. It has a weight, and -an electro-magnet; and the power that sets it in motion comes from the -great battery in the central office. If the fire is put out before all -the engines get there, an engineer goes to the nearest signal box and -telegraphs ‘all out,’ and the man in the central office gives the signal -on the bells, and then the firemen go home.” - -“It’s a complete arrangement, isn’t it? I should think the firemen would -like it. It must save them a good many steps,” said Clinton. - -“It does,” added Whistler. “Before we had this telegraph there used to -be a great many more false alarms of fire than there are now. Besides, -when there is a fire, it saves them a good many steps in finding it.” - -Mr. Davenport now came in, and, after a few words with Ettie, who had -not yet mastered the secret of the dissected map, he added, turning to -the boys: - -“Well, young gentlemen, have you seen all the sights, and got home at -this time of day?” - -“No, sir, we haven’t seen half of them; but we got pretty tired, and -thought we’d been about enough for one day,” replied Clinton. - -“And you looked at everything just as hard as you pleased, did you?” -continued his uncle. - -“Yes, sir,” replied Clinton. - -“But he didn’t act green at all, father,” added Whistler. - -“My feet got real sore, though,” said Clinton, whose modesty led him to -turn the subject. “I told Willie I’d rather hoe corn all day than walk -about the roads here,—I mean the streets.” - -“Well, I’m about used up, too,” said his uncle. “I’ve been cudgelling my -brains all day over a very intricate insurance case, and I believe I -don’t understand it now quite so well as I did when I began. Why, -Clinton, hoeing corn is real fun compared with much of the work that we -city folks have to do. If you were to live here, and earn your living, -you would have to put up with worse things than sore feet. Many country -people seem to think that we have nothing to do but to sit in our -armchairs, and read the papers, and discuss the news, and take money; -but if they could exchange work with us a little while, they would be -more contented with their lot forever after. They work hard and get -tired, I know; but we not only get tired, but sick, too, and worry and -fret ourselves into our graves, while they are in the prime of life. -They work out in the pure air, while we are stived up in little hot -rooms, breathing everything but the odors of heaven. After all, the -country’s the place to enjoy life. Don’t you think so, Whistler?” - -“Yes, sir, the country’s the place for me,” replied Whistler. “When I’m -a man I mean to have a great farm, and have it stocked with the best -horses, and cows, and sheep, and pigs, and poultry. And you’ll come and -live with me, too; won’t you, father?” - -“Yes, I think I will, if you lump me in with the pigs, and poultry, and -other live stock,” said his father, with an assumed air of offended -dignity. - -“No, father, I didn’t lump you with the stock; I put a period after -them, and began a new sentence with you,” replied Whistler. - -“I think it must have been a very brief period; however, I’ll take your -word for it,” added his father. “But, speaking of the country, I suspect -you will find playing and working on a farm two very different things. -At any rate, I shall advise you not to invest your funds very deeply in -agricultural improvements, until you have worked on a farm a year or two -as a hand.” - -“But I thought you just said farming was the best employment for a man,” -observed Whistler, in some perplexity. - -“I did say what was equivalent to that,” resumed his father; “but all -men are not fit for farmers. Some are too lazy; some are too genteel; -some don’t know enough; some know too much, in their own estimation, and -so get their living by their wits; some are too uneasy to stay long -enough in one spot to raise a crop of six-weeks beans; some haven’t the -bodily strength to work on a farm; and some are too tricky to follow any -honest calling. Then there are others who were born to be sailors, or -mechanics, or students, or political leaders, or merchants, or doctors, -or clergymen, or lawyers. They have special talents for these or other -professions, and, of course, they can’t be farmers. You might as well -try to drown a man who was born to be hung, as try to make a farmer of a -man that was born to ‘plough the sea.’ But the great body of men do not -have these particular talents. They are about as well fitted for one -common employment as for another, and so they decide on the one that -they consider the most easy, profitable, and genteel; and it is just -here that they oftentimes make their great mistake. Are you going to -sleep over my lecture, Clinton?” he abruptly added, on observing that -his nephew had partially closed his eyes. - -“No, sir, I understood every word,” quickly replied Clinton, slightly -blushing. - -“Because, if you were, I thought I should like to keep you company,” -continued Mr. Davenport. “It’s a rather dry subject, I know; but it will -soon be one of practical importance to you, and Whistler, too. Have you -made up your mind what profession you should like to follow, Clinton?” - -“No, sir,—not exactly,” replied Clinton. “I like farming very well, but -I’ve thought I should rather be a merchant than anything else.” - -“Why do you think you should like to be a merchant?” inquired his uncle. - -Clinton was somewhat at a loss for an answer; but at length he replied, -with some misgivings: - -“Why, it must be fine to own ships and warehouses, and do a great -business, and make lots of money, and have everything you want, and be -looked up to by every body. Besides, the merchant can have his farm, -too, if he likes.” - -“But you have tried farming, and you say you like that pretty well?” -inquired his uncle. - -“Yes, sir,” replied Clinton. - -“Well,” resumed Mr. Davenport, “let me tell you one thing. With you, -mercantile life is all romance, just as farming is to your cousin. On -the other hand, farming is real to you, while Whistler has had a chance -to observe something of the dark side of mercantile and professional -life. When you think of being a merchant, you think only of fine ships, -and great warehouses, and sumptuous dwellings, and the portly and -dignified men who rule on ’change. You don’t think of the early years of -drudgery and poverty most of these men went through, or of the -temptations they were exposed to, which, perhaps, overcame a score of -their companions for every one that escaped; you don’t think how they -have risked health, and perhaps lost it; you don’t think what fierce -struggles they have encountered, what crushing losses they have met, and -what a weight of care rests upon them night and day; you don’t think it -is possible that they will yet meet with overwhelming reverses, and die -in poverty; and, more than all, you don’t think that these successful -merchants are themselves exceptions to the great mass of the profession, -who were only moderately successful, if they did not wholly fail. Is it -not so?” - -“Yes, sir, I never thought much of the dark side,” replied Clinton. - -“I do not say this to discourage you from being a merchant,” resumed his -uncle. “I would discourage no boy from entering any honest calling, if -he chooses it, and appears to be fitted to it. I don’t know but that you -have special qualifications for the mercantile profession. If you have, -I would advise you to make that your business. Otherwise, you had better -remain where you are. At all events, you ought to look at your favorite -profession on all sides, dark as well as bright, before you tie yourself -down in it for life. To sum up, as we legal gentlemen say—but we ought -to have the decision reported; have you got a scrap of paper, Willie?” - -“Yes, sir,—here’s a piece.” - -“Well, you shall be clerk of the court, and write down the decision. -Take your pencil, and write as I dictate, commencing each sentence upon -a new line.” - -Whistler followed his father’s directions, and the result was the -following memoranda: - - “All men ought to follow some useful employment. - - “Every man ought to choose that employment in which he can be - most useful and successful. - - “Agriculture is the primitive and natural employment of man. - - “It is an employment which combines the greatest number of - advantages with the fewest evils and temptations, and is - therefore best fitted to secure the happiness and good of - mankind. - - “It is an employment which must ever demand the hands of the - great bulk of the race. - - “But the state of human society, and the interests of the race, - render many other professions necessary. - - “God gives certain persons special talents for these special - callings, so that they enter them as if by instinct. - - “Many others are providentially thrown into them, having no - particular choice or inclination in the matter. - - “Others still enter them from choice. - - “Those who enter any profession from choice, should do so - deliberately and understandingly, and not suffer themselves to - be misled by a thin veil of romance. - - “All employments are honorable, so far as they are useful in - themselves, and are pursued in an honorable manner.” - -Mr. Davenport read the above after Whistler had taken it down, and then -handed it back to him, saying: - -“There, Willie, you have a legal opinion, without fee. You may keep it -among your valuables, and give Clinton a copy, too, if he wants one. You -may not fully understand these principles now, but you will by-and-by, -and they will be of great value to you, if you follow them.” - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER XIII. - - SIGHT-SEEING. - - -“NOW for school, once more!” exclaimed Whistler, as he threw his -well-filled satchel over his back, fifteen minutes before eight o’clock -Monday morning. “Don’t you feel queerly at the beginning of a term? I -do. I’m glad to go to school again, and yet I feel sort of bad, too, -because the vacation is over. I feel worse than usual now, because I -can’t go round with you.” - -“You needn’t think of that; I can find my way about town alone,” said -Clinton. - -“You can tell about that better to-night,” replied Whistler. - -“Well, I won’t crow till I get out of the woods, at any rate,” said -Clinton. “But I’m going with you as far as your schoolhouse,—are you -ready?” - -“Yes,—come,” replied Whistler. - -[Illustration] - -They walked to the schoolhouse, accompanied by Bouncer, and remained -together till the bell summoned Whistler to his seat, and then Clinton -started upon his first exploration, alone. Turning his face towards the -business section of the city, which was in a northerly direction from -his uncle’s house, and occasionally whistling to Bouncer, who was still -looking wistfully towards the schoolhouse, he walked leisurely along, -with the air of one who is determined to see everything that is worth -seeing. Bouncer did not think it worth while to favor him with his -company; but Clinton found plenty of other dogs in his wanderings, of -all sorts and sizes,—quite as many, in fact, as he wished to see. One of -these dogs, which he encountered in a narrow alley, amused him very -much. He was harnessed into a little cart, and trotted along quite -briskly with his load. Two boys accompanied him, who appeared to be -Irish. One of them was quite large, and wore a coat which seemed -intended for his father. He had a little whip, with which he enforced -the orders he was constantly shouting to the dog. The other boy was much -smaller, and ran behind, pushing the cart. The load consisted of several -bundles, tied up in handkerchiefs. They contained dirty clothes, which -the boys were collecting for their mother, who was a washerwoman. - -[Illustration] - -The next object that attracted Clinton’s notice was a group of busts and -images, arranged upon a board, which a young man carried upon the top of -his head. Clinton thought it rather strange that he should carry so -heavy a burden in such a way; but the images were of plaster, and -hollow, and were much lighter than they appeared. The man was an -Italian; and whenever he met a gentleman, or saw a lady at a window, he -would call out, “E-me-ges!—buy any e-me-ges?” in his most persuasive -tone. He was a mild-eyed, dark-complexioned man, not very neat in his -personal appearance, and his clothing was a good deal be-patched, as you -will see by the engraving. - -In the course of the morning an incident happened to Clinton which made -him smile many a time during the day, as it came to mind. In passing a -shop, in front of which several birds were hung out in cages, he noticed -that the door of one cage was open, and that its tenant was on the -outside, apparently meditating a flight. The bird was nearly the size of -a pigeon, but he did not know what it was. Stepping into the shop, he -said: - -“One of your birds has got his cage door open, sir, and is hopping all -around outside.” - -“I know it,—but he won’t go off,” replied the man. “We leave the door -open purposely, and let him have the run; he never leaves the premises.” - -“O, I didn’t think of that,” stammered Clinton, a slight blush mantling -his cheeks. - -“Never mind; I’m just as much obliged to you as though he _had_ broken -out,” added the man. “You intended to do an act of kindness, and you -ought to have the credit of it. Won’t you walk in and look at the birds? -We’ve got a pretty large collection.” - -Clinton thankfully accepted the invitation, and found a large room -entirely filled with birds, this being the sole article in which the man -dealt. The collection embraced birds of almost every description, from -an eagle to a Java sparrow. Many of them were very rare and beautiful. -The singing birds seemed to vie with one another, to see which should -make the loudest noise; and the deafening clatter was by no means -improved by the occasional rough and discordant note of some unmusical -member of the family. In addition to the living birds, there were also -many stuffed ones, for the owner of the collection was a taxidermist. A -taxidermist is one who is skilled in preparing and preserving the skins -of birds, or other animals, so as to represent their natural appearance. - -After walking an hour or more about the business portion of the city, -examining the sights in a leisurely way, Clinton suddenly found himself -approaching the beautiful Common, of which Boston is justly proud. It -took him some time to reconcile his mind to its unexpected location, for -it seemed to him that he ought to be going from it instead of towards -it. However, there it was, and there was no disputing that. And he was -not very sorry, either, for he began to feel tired, and there are plenty -of seats and acres of soft grass on the Common. Entering the grounds at -the gate opposite Park-street Church, he threw himself upon the grass, -in the shade of a large tree, on a spot which commanded a view of the -greater part of the enclosure. - -The Common contains forty-eight acres, the surface of which is agreeably -diversified, much of it being broken into gentle swells. A vast amount -of money has been expended in beautifying it. A tall and handsome iron -fence surrounds it, which is nearly six thousand feet long, and cost -upwards of a hundred thousand dollars. Nicely gravelled walks, shaded by -trees, run around the enclosure, and cross it in various directions. -These walks are lit by gas, at night. The trees number nearly two -thousand, and comprise eighteen or twenty varieties, but about half of -them are elms. Scattered over the Common are several cast-iron hydrants, -from which streams of Cochituate water are always flowing, for the -refreshment of the thirsty. There is also a beautiful pond,—the “Frog -Pond” of olden times,—which is supplied with one of the finest fountains -on the continent. - -Such was the scene spread out before Clinton, as he sat upon the grass. -Add to the picture the scattered groups of well-dressed people who were -threading the walks or lounging on the seats, the merry children -gambolling upon the grass, and the birds flitting among the trees, and -you have made up a sight well worth seeing. - -As Clinton sat enjoying the scene, a huge column of water suddenly burst -forth from the pond, with a noise plainly perceptible, even at his -distance from it. It was the fountain. Forgetting everything else, he -ran with all speed towards it, for he had never seen it; and, as it was -allowed to play but seldom, owing to a scarcity of water at that time, -he had hardly dared to hope that his curiosity would be gratified. His -haste was needless, however, for it kept on playing, and he had ample -leisure to examine and enjoy it. It sent up a tall jet, which tapered -almost to a point, while a cloud of spray and vapor rose from the base. -The water sparkled gloriously in the sunlight, and the hues of the -rainbow danced among the mists. Clinton sat down under a tree, and drank -to his fill of the beautiful scene. - -[Illustration] - -This fountain has a dozen or more different jets. The highest one rises -to the height of ninety-eight feet, under favorable circumstances, and -is fed through an open pipe three inches in diameter. A pipe six inches -in diameter throws the water about eighty feet high. Another, with the -whole breadth of twelve inches, reaches but about forty feet. There is a -jet which is set at an angle, designed to play against the wind. There -are also jets which represent a variety of figures. One is called the -“willow,” from its resemblance to that tree. Another is the “lily,” -which sends out three side jets, representing the petals, and an upright -one in the centre, forming the pointal of the flower. Another is the -“vase,” and very graceful and picturesque it is. The amount of water -consumed by the fountain when it is in play is almost incredible. The -water rushes out with immense force; and some of the larger jets, if -kept in operation perpetually, would nearly or quite exhaust the regular -daily supply from Lake Cochituate. Of course the luxury can be indulged -in only occasionally, and for a few hours at a time. - -As Clinton sat gazing at the fountain, the majestic column of water -began to falter, and almost instantly lowered its proud crest and -disappeared, leaving no trace of the fountain but the iron pipe through -which it gushed forth. The man who had charge of it had shut off the -water, which is done by means of a stop-cock near the pond. He soon -after appeared, walking through the pond, towards the fountain. He wore -a pair of high, water-proof boots; and, as there was a series of stone -blocks from the border of the pond to the fountain, sunk but a few -inches under water, for him to walk upon, he got along very comfortably. -Having removed the mouth-piece of the fountain, he screwed on another -one, and returned. In a few moments the water burst forth in a new -shape. There were a number of small jets arranged in a circle, each jet -taking an outward direction. The water formed a graceful curve, as it -rounded over towards the lake; and though it was not so lofty and -imposing as the other jet, it was in some respects more beautiful. - -The fountain at length stopped playing, and Clinton, after watching a -while some boats which boys were sailing on the pond, started off in -quest of new sights. He first paid a visit to the great elm tree, near -the pond, admired its magnificent proportions, read its brief and -imperfect history, as inscribed on a tablet inserted in the iron fence -which surrounds it, and mused on the stirring scenes it had looked down -upon during the lapse of two hundred years. While thus engaged, he came -in contact with a quiet, modest-looking lad, of about his own age, who -seemed to be engaged in the same pursuit as himself—sight-seeing. A -mutual feeling of lonesomeness, or an intuitive perception of sympathy -and congeniality of character, or some other attractive principle, -seemed to draw them together, at first sight, and they were soon engaged -in conversation. In a short time Clinton had learned from his new -acquaintance that his name was Henry; that he came from the country, to -get a situation as apprentice, or clerk, but had not yet succeeded; and -that he had two older brothers in Boston, with whom he was staying. - -“Have you been up to the top of the State House?” inquired Henry, as -Clinton began to look about for some new object of interest. - -“No,” replied Clinton; “have you?” - -“Yes, I went up last week with my brother,” said Henry. “Come, let’s go -up now,—I should like to go again, and I can promise you it’s a splendid -sight.” - -“Come on, then,—it’s just where I want to go,” said Clinton, much -pleased that he was to have a companion in making the toilsome ascent. - -So they passed on, through the spacious front yard, with its many -flights of stone steps; paused a moment to look at the fountains in -front of the capitol; paid a visit to the marble statue of Washington, -in the alcove opening from Doric Hall; inspected such portions of the -building as were open to the public; and then began their long journey -to the lantern which surmounts the dome. Up, up, up they went, through -the state’s great garret, with its interminable stairs, its dreary -passages, its venerable dust and cobwebs, and its hot and stifling -atmosphere. Now they are in the great dome, whose huge frame-work -encompasses them on every side, and fills the mind with something like -awe. And now the light increases—they breathe easier. They have ascended -the last of the one hundred and seventy steps; they are two hundred and -thirty feet above the level of the sea. - -Clinton found that the lantern of the dome, which looked so small from -the street, was in reality a room of pretty good size. It was a museum -of autographs,—every place where it was possible to write, scratch or -cut a name, having been improved by the hundreds of thousands who have -visited this favorite resort of strangers. But the inside attractions -did not long detain the boys from the magnificent scene without. -Clinton’s exclamations, as his young companion hurried him from one -window to another, were few and brief, but by no means tame or -inexpressive. There lay the Common at his feet, looking like a -garden-patch of moderate size. The horses and carriages in the streets -seemed to be but baby toys, and the people were like ants creeping over -the ground. The city spread itself out on every side, with its long -lines of brick walls and slated roofs, and its innumerable steeples, -towers and cupolas, all compactly wedged together. Outside of this -shapeless mass of brick and stone was a line of water, which nearly -surrounded the city. A part of the way it was a narrow ribbon, crossed -by numerous bridges, over some of which railway trains were slowly -crawling, like caterpillars. Towards the east, however, the shore was -fringed with a forest of masts, and the waters stretched outward into -the great ocean, and the gleaming of white canvas could be seen, far -beyond the green islands that guard the entrance of the harbor. To the -landward were to be seen cities and villages, hills, fields and forests, -extending for many miles. The boys felt that but two things were -wanting, and these were, a good spy-glass, and some one, familiar with -the ground, to point out and name the various objects of interest that -were spread before them. - -After stopping more than half an hour in the lantern, Clinton and Henry -commenced the descent. It was nearly noon when they reached the street; -and, as Clinton had a long distance to go, and was not familiar with the -way, he soon parted with his companion, whose stopping-place lay in -another direction, and set his face towards the South End. He trudged -along carelessly, until he thought he must be in the neighborhood of the -street where his uncle lived. And now he tried to find his bearings, but -without success. Nothing looked familiar. He was in a maze. But, as he -always preferred to solve his own difficulties, rather than have others -help him out of them, he determined that he would make no inquiries so -long as there was a chance of finding his way out. Pretty soon he came -out on an avenue, which he knew must be Washington Street, from its -appearance. Now he felt that he had got a clew that would enable him to -find his uncle’s house. He walked along for nearly half a mile, but -could not find the street for which he was looking. He was beginning to -feel some misgivings, when he came in sight of a steeple on which the -points of the compass were indicated, and he discovered that instead of -going south he was actually heading towards the north. He also -recognized the church as the Old South, and he was, consequently, -further from his destination than when he left the Common. The sun was -so nearly overhead that it did not afford him much aid in directing his -course, and he had therefore trusted to instinct, which, in the human -kind, is not always a very safe guide. - -Of course Clinton faced about and retraced his steps. The dinner hour -was at hand; and, wisely concluding that he had experimented enough for -one day in the navigation of unknown streets, he inquired his way, and -at length reached his uncle’s, faint and weary with his forenoon’s -adventures. His account of his walk from the State House furnished -considerable merriment to the family. Whistler declared that he was -about to go after the city crier, and tell him to cry, “A child lost, -about fourteen years old,” &c., &c.; while Mr. Davenport, who always had -a story ready, said that Clinton was almost as bad as an old Quaker he -once knew, who used to come to Boston occasionally with a load of -chairs, and who would sometimes get so bewildered by the hubbub and -confusion of the city, as to go up three or four flights of stairs, into -the attic, to find his way to the street! He also related the case of a -little Irish boy, who landed in Boston from an emigrant ship, and -actually became insane from bewilderment. The little fellow, who was but -thirteen years old, had no friends here but a brother, who came over a -short time before. Confused by the strangeness, and, to his eyes, the -magnificence of the city, which for weeks had been the culminating point -of his anticipations, he wandered about, gazing upon the novelties by -day, and dreaming of them by night, until he believed himself the -inhabitant of a fairy-land, and could not recognize the brother whose -bed he shared; “for,” said he, “he was dressed so nice, and we used n’t -to be so at home.” Reason soon fled, and for weeks he by turns babbled -like a child and raved like a madman. He was taken to the lunatic -hospital, and it took several weeks to cure him. - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER XIV. - - SCHOOL TRIALS. - - -WHISTLER’S first day at school was not a day of unalloyed pleasure. It -was not without a severe struggle with his feelings that he met his -comrades and teachers, and took the familiar seat he had so long -occupied. The exciting scenes of the exhibition day, a few weeks -previous, came up vividly in his mind. The general credit with which he -passed through the examination, the applause with which his declamation -was received, and the praise bestowed upon several drawings and maps -executed by his hand, certainly were not of themselves unpleasant -recollections. But these happy memories were all embittered by another -thought, which he could not drive from his mind. He had left the school, -at the close of the last term, expecting to return to it no more. He had -presented himself as a candidate for admission to a school of higher -grade, and, to his great surprise and mortification, had been found -lacking in some of the necessary qualifications. - -This was the severest blow Whistler ever received. He went home and gave -himself up to his grief. His vacation was blasted, his visit to -Brookdale was spoilt, and, indeed, it almost seemed to him as if his -prospects for life were ruined. His mother tried to comfort him, but -without much success. When his father came home, at night, he was -informed of the result of Whistler’s application by Mrs. Davenport. The -tea-bell rang, but Whistler did not appear. The servant was then sent to -his room to call him, and brought back the reply that he did not want -any supper. After tea, Mr. Davenport went up to his chamber, and found -him lying upon the bed, with his face buried in a pillow. - -“Hallo! what does this mean, Whistler? What’s the matter with you?” he -inquired. - -There was no reply, but a sob. - -“Come, speak up!—what ails you?” - -“I—couldn’t get into the—High School,” sobbed the poor boy. - -“Couldn’t get into the High School? How happened that? Some partiality -or trickery, I suppose; they gave you all the hard questions, and the -others the easy ones,—didn’t they?” - -“No, sir,” replied Whistler, somewhat reluctantly; “the questions were -printed, and all the candidates had to answer the whole of them in -writing.” - -“Ah, that’s the way they manage, is it? Not much chance for foul play -there, I should say. Then it seems you couldn’t answer the questions.” - -“No, sir,—not all of them.” - -“Well, whose fault was that?” - -“Mine, I suppose;” and the tears started fresh from Whistler’s eyes. - -“I don’t know about that; perhaps no one was to blame for this failure. -I have had some doubts, all along, about your success; but I thought it -best not to trouble you with them, as I supposed you studied as hard as -you ought to. Was I right in my supposition?” - -“I believe I’ve done the best I could,” replied Whistler. - -“If you can say that with a good conscience,” continued his father, -“then I’m sure I shan’t blame you, and you ought not to blame yourself; -and I think you _can_ say it, for it agrees with what your teacher told -me. Come, cheer up! and don’t think any more about it. It will all come -out right, by-and-by. You’ll be admitted next year, and you’ll be able -to keep up with your class better than though you entered now.” - -These words of encouragement somewhat revived Whistler’s feelings, and -as nothing more was said in his presence about the matter, by his -parents, the tide of disappointment and mortification soon began to -subside. His sensitive mind, however, was not wholly relieved, and, -intimate as he shortly after became with Clinton, he could not impart to -his cousin this unhappy secret. Immediately on his return from his -vacation, in accordance with a plan he had formed, he asked his father’s -permission to enter a private school, instead of returning to the old -one; but the reasons he gave were not deemed satisfactory, and the -request was not granted. He accordingly reëntered the public school, -and, to his great relief, none of his mates laughed at him for coming -back, or even alluded to his unsuccessful attempt to get into more -select, if not better company. But he was very glad when the first day -of the term was over. - -Whistler was a diligent scholar; but, although by no means a dull boy, -he did not learn his lessons without much hard labor. Some branches he -acquired more easily than others. He had a taste for drawing, and copied -maps and even pictures very neatly. He was also a good reader, and in -declamation and composition he stood among the best in his class. But in -some other branches, particularly spelling and arithmetic, he was rather -backward. Nevertheless, he was an industrious scholar, and made fair -progress in his studies. - -But Whistler was not destined to get through the first day of the new -term without some unpleasant experiences. It so happened that in his -first recitation, which took place in the afternoon, he “missed” two -questions that were put to him. He felt vexed and mortified, and, at his -second failure, he could not keep the tears from coming into his eyes. -The teacher, as he recorded the demerits, noticed his pupil’s emotion, -but made no remark. He afterwards requested Whistler to step to his -desk, when school was dismissed. - -When the school closed for the day, Whistler proceeded to the place -appointed, but not without some unpleasant apprehensions, arising from -the imperfect lesson referred to. His fears were dispelled, however, -when the teacher, pointing him to a seat, remarked very pleasantly: - -“William, you are a pretty good draughtsman, and I’ve been thinking that -perhaps I could get you to do a small job for me.” - -“I should be happy to,” replied Whistler. - -“Do you suppose,” continued the teacher, taking a couple of pictures -from his desk, “that you could make a large copy, in outline, of each of -these figures?” - -Whistler looked at the engravings a moment, and replied, with some -hesitation: - -“I could copy them better on the same scale they are there.” - -“I know you could,” continued the teacher; “but that will not answer my -purpose. I want them to illustrate some remarks I wish to make to the -school, and they must be large enough to be seen across the school-room. -I have no time, just now, to copy them myself, and it occurred to me -that perhaps you would like to try your hand at it. You will find it -somewhat difficult, I suppose; but it will be a good exercise for you, -even if you should not succeed very well.” - -Whistler readily consented to undertake the job, and his teacher -furnished him with some large sheets of drawing paper, and gave him such -directions in regard to the work as he deemed necessary. - -Whistler now hurried home, where he found Clinton, who was so exhausted -by his forenoon’s tramp that he was glad to remain in the house the rest -of the day. With his characteristic dread of idleness, however, he was -busy at work with his pocket-knife, whittling out a puzzle for Ettie. It -was nearly completed. It consisted of a thin piece of wood, in which -three holes were cut,—one square, one round, and one triangular. The -holes were all of the same height and width. The puzzle consisted in -shaping a piece of wood so that it would stop up either of these holes. -To do this, he first made a square block,—a perfect cube. This, of -course, stopped up the square hole. He next rounded this into a -cylinder, so that it just fitted the circular hole, while by turning it -the right way, it would still answer to fill up the square one. He now -sharpened one end of this cylinder, until he had made a perfect -triangle, or wedge. This fitted snugly into the remaining hole, while -enough of the original form of the block remained to fill the other two -holes. - -As soon as the puzzle was finished, Whistler went up to his chamber, and -began one of the drawings he had engaged to make. His cousin watched his -operations with interest, but was unable to render him any assistance. -Indeed, this hardly seemed necessary, for the swelling outline grew -quite perceptibly under Whistler’s pencil; and, although he did not get -along without a frequent recourse to the India-rubber, his success was -quite equal to his own anticipations. He had drawn maps on both an -enlarged and a reduced scale from the original, but he had never before -attempted to do either with the human figure, which is far more -difficult. He determined to try hard for success, however; and the -somewhat doubtful manner in which his teacher spoke of his ability to -execute the drawings, seemed rather to stimulate than discourage him. -This was precisely what the teacher intended to do. He knew that the -task was a difficult one, though not beyond Whistler’s ability. He knew, -moreover, that if he had told his pupil it was easy, the latter would -scarcely have believed him, and would, perhaps, have been disheartened -by the first difficulty; whereas, by taking the other course, the boy’s -ambition and spirit were more fully aroused, and he was prepared for a -strong and patient effort. - -The next morning, Clinton having expressed some curiosity to see how a -Boston school was managed, he was invited by his cousin to accompany him -as a visitor, and he concluded to do so. Reaching the schoolhouse a -little before the hour of commencement, they stood in the yard, watching -the movements of the merry groups around them, when a large, ill-favored -boy cried out: - -“There comes that big dunce that’s down in the fourth class! Let’s poke -some fun at him, boys. What’s his name?—does any body know? No matter, -we’ll call him Donkey,—ha! ha! Let’s give him that for a nickname! Don’t -you call him anything else,—will you, boys?” - -“Good!—his name shall be Donkey!” said another boy; and several others -seconded the motion, while one or two began to shout “Donkey! Hallo, -Donkey!” to the unsuspecting butt of their sport. - -Whistler, perceiving how matters were tending, now stepped forward, and -said: - -“Don’t you do it, boys! It’s too bad to twit a fellow for what he can’t -help. That boy has been sick all his lifetime, and couldn’t go to -school, and that’s the reason he’s in the lowest class.” - -“That’s all gammon!” retorted the boy who proposed the nickname, and -whose name was Nathan Clapp. “Bill Davenport has a natural sympathy for -dunces,—he doesn’t want much of being one himself. You know he tried to -get into the High School, the other day, and they wouldn’t take him, and -he had to come back here again. Let him stick up for Donkey, if he wants -to; it’s natural for him to stand up for his own breed!” - -“If I’m a dunce, I should like to know what you are?” exclaimed -Whistler, his eye flashing with anger. - -“I wasn’t such a big fool as to try to get into the High School, at any -rate!” replied Nathan. - -“Don’t say anything more to him,—he isn’t worth noticing,” whispered -Clinton in the ear of his cousin; and the latter wisely heeded the -advice, and suppressed the angry retort which was trembling upon his -lips. - -“Can’t say anything more, can you? Well, I think you had better shut -up!” continued the other boy; and then, turning to the lad in whose -behalf Whistler had interfered, and who had now entered the yard, he -continued, “Hallo, Donkey! how d’ ye do? Got your lesson, hey? Let’s -hear you say your a, b, c’s. There, Donkey,”—snatching the book from -under his arm, and pointing to a line,—“what letter’s that? Don’t you -know, hey? Can’t you speak, you dunce? Come, talk up like a little man! -nobody will hurt you. What’s that letter, hey?” - -The boy, who was a peaceable and good-natured fellow, was evidently -annoyed by his tormentor; but he tried to take his jeers in good part, -and joined—not very heartily, it is true—in the laugh that was raised at -his expense. Nathan continued to hector him in this way for some -minutes, when Whistler, unable longer to repress his indignation, cried -out: - -“Don’t mind what he says, David; I’ll warrant you will rank ahead of him -in less than six months.” - -“You say that again, and I’ll rap you over the head!” exclaimed Nathan, -drawing himself up in a menacing attitude before Whistler. - -“There’s no need of saying it again; but I’ll stick to it,” replied -Whistler, with firmness. - -“Yes, you’d better back out! I knew you daresn’t say it again!” -continued the young bully. - -“If you call that a back-out, you’re welcome to all the comfort you can -get out of it,” calmly replied Whistler. - -“If you want to fight, then, come out here!” said Nathan, doubling up -his fists. - -“No, I thank you,” replied Whistler; “I don’t believe in fighting.” - -A boy here whispered to Nathan that the principal was in the -schoolhouse, and might overhear him. His voice, which had been loud and -defiant, was suddenly modulated to a very low tone, as he added: - -“You’re a mean, sneaking coward! I’ll leave it to all of the boys if you -aren’t.” - -This sudden transition from the loud tone of bravado to that of absolute -cowardice, was so ludicrous, that there was a general outburst of -laughter among the boys, in which Whistler himself heartily joined. They -began to challenge each other, in whispers, and declared that they were -not afraid of any body, in the softest tones. Nathan quickly disappeared -around the corner of the building, but the merriment went on until the -signal was given for school to commence. - -Clinton went in with his cousin, and remained through the forenoon, an -interested spectator of the proceedings. The boys first assembled in a -large hall, where a chapter was read from the Bible, and the Lord’s -Prayer repeated by the whole school. The several divisions then went to -their own rooms, each with its own teachers, and remained in separate -session, with the exception of the recess, until it was nearly time for -the school to be dismissed. All the pupils were then assembled in the -large hall, and, after singing two or three verses of a hymn, the -principal observed that he wished to say a few words before they -separated. He then proceeded, somewhat in the following strain: - -“I once knew a boy who was afflicted with a very painful disease, almost -from his infancy. For years he was confined to his bed, and it was -supposed that he would never be able to run about like other boys. He -had no father, and his mother was poor, and unable to provide him with -many of those little comforts that might have made his lot more -tolerable. He had a thirst for knowledge, but could not go to school, -and, indeed, he could not apply himself to books for any length of time, -his eyes were so weak. Still he managed to learn to read, and was quite -patient under his sufferings. - -“When this boy got to be twelve or thirteen years old, his health -improved so much that he was able to walk about. The first desire he -expressed was to go to school; and as soon as he was well enough, he was -permitted to attend one of the public schools. As he had enjoyed few -opportunities of learning, the teacher was obliged to place him in a -class of smaller children than himself; but, for all that, he was as -intelligent a boy, and as promising a scholar, as you could find in the -school, all things considered. But he had not been in the school two -days, before one of the large boys, who was not a remarkably good -scholar himself began to make him the butt of his ridicule, calling him -a ‘dunce’ and a ‘donkey,’ and tried to set the other boys upon him.” - -At this abrupt pause, most of the scholars looked earnestly, as if -impatient for the conclusion of the story; but a few, who recognized the -characters introduced, turned their faces towards David and Nathan. -After a moment’s delay, the teacher resumed his narrative: - -“There was another boy in that school, who, though he did not learn his -lessons so easily as some children, was nevertheless a diligent and -faithful scholar, and behind none of his comrades in intelligence. This -boy gallantly interfered in behalf of the new pupil; whereupon the large -boy fell upon him, and began to ridicule him because he had been an -unsuccessful candidate for another school.” - -The teacher again paused, and those of the boys who were not in the -secret began to wonder at the pointless conclusion of a story that -opened so promisingly. He soon continued: - -“I’m not going to call any names,—I shan’t say, as David said to Nathan -of old, ‘Thou art the man!’ but—” - -“It was Nathan who said that to David,” interrupted one of the older -boys. - -“I believe you are right,” continued the teacher, who possibly had not -blundered without a purpose; “but, as I was saying, I shall call no -names. I will merely say that those three boys are members of this -school, and that I have related only what actually happened. And now, I -want to put two or three questions to the school, and I wish every boy -to answer yes or no. Those of you who think it is fair and honorable to -ridicule a boy for his low standing in school, when he has been sick all -his days, and had no opportunity to learn, will please to say ‘Aye.’” - -There was no response. - -“Those,” continued the teacher, “who think it is mean and dishonorable -to do so, will please to say ‘Aye.’” - -There was a prompt and universal shout of “Aye!” - -“Now, those who think it is fair and honorable to ridicule a boy, who -studies hard and makes good progress, because he happened to make a -failure once in his life, may say ‘Aye.’” - -All were silent. - -“Those who think it base and mean to do so, will please to say ‘Aye.’” - -Again there was a prompt and hearty “Aye!” - -“Yes, I think there can be but one side to that question,” continued the -teacher. “A boy who has had no opportunity to study, ought not to be -blamed for his ignorance; and one who studies diligently, should not be -laughed at if he does not happen to know everything. These are not -dunces. The real dunce is the scholar who has the ability and the -opportunity to learn, but who will not exercise the one or improve the -other, and so remains ignorant. I can’t blame you much for laughing at -such a boy. He deserves it. - -“On the other hand, I do not consider that boy the most promising who -learns his lessons in the shortest time. Some of you have only to read -over a lesson a few times, and you are ready for recitation; while -others are obliged to work hard over it for an hour or more before they -can master it. Now, if some one should come in here, and ask me to point -out the six most promising scholars among you, I do not know that I -should select one of those lads who commit their lessons to memory with -so little effort; but I _do_ know that the boy who was laughed at -because he failed to get into the High School would be among the six, -and the others would be boys who, like him, appear to appreciate the -value of knowledge, and make a diligent use of their school privileges. - -“I will close,” continued the principal, “by reading to you a few facts -from a magazine I have in my desk, which go to show that some of the -most eminent men of all ages were remarkable only for dulness in their -youth. Rev. Dr. Channing, at one period of his youth, says the writer, -was considered a dull, plodding character. At nine years of age, one who -afterwards became a chief justice in this country, was, during a whole -winter, unable to commit to memory the little poem found in one of our -school books, commencing, - - “‘You’d scarce expect one of my age,’ &c. - -Dr. Scott, the commentator, could not compose a theme when twelve years -old; and even at a later age, Dr. Clark, after incredible effort, failed -to commit to memory a poem of a few stanzas only. Wellington, at the -military school, was not brilliant. The teachers of Linnæus thought he -was fit for nothing but a common mechanic. Sir Isaac Newton ranked very -low in school until the age of twelve. When Samuel Wythe, the Dublin -schoolmaster, attempted to educate Richard Brinsley Sheridan, he -pronounced the boy an ‘incorrigible dunce.’ The mother of Sheridan fully -concurred in this verdict, and declared him the most stupid of her sons. -Walter Scott had the credit of having the ‘thickest skull in the -school,’ though Dr. Blair told the teacher that many bright rays of -future glory shone through that same ‘thick skull.’ Milton and Swift -were noted for dulness in childhood. The great Isaac Barrow’s father -used to say that, if it pleased God to take from him any of his -children, he hoped it might be Isaac, as the least promising. Goldsmith -was dull in his youth, and Shakspeare, Gibbon, Davy and Dryden, do not -appear to have exhibited in their childhood even the common elements of -future success.” - -The principal now dismissed the school, and the boys filed out, in -military order, at the touch of a bell - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER XV. - - LESSONS IN PHYSIOLOGY. - - -WHISTLER persevered with the drawings which his teacher had requested -him to make; and, though he was frequently obliged to rub out and -re-draw his lines, he became so much interested in the work that the -idea of being discouraged scarcely occurred to him. He devoted to it all -the time he could spare out of school, which was not much, now that he -had Clinton to entertain. In two or three days, however, the drawings -were completed; and it was but the work of an evening to shade the lines -with Indian ink. The next morning the young artist had the satisfaction -of handing them to his teacher, and of receiving both his thanks and -praise for the neat and faithful manner in which he had executed his -commission. After the opening exercises of the school, while all the -boys were assembled in the large room, the principal remarked that he -wished to address a few words to the scholars before they separated to -their several rooms. - -[Illustration] - -“I have noticed,” he said, “a somewhat prevalent fault in the school, -which I wish to correct now, at the beginning of the term. Some of you, -I perceive, do not know how to sit or stand properly. It is very -important that you all should acquire this art, or rather habit. If -necessary, you had better neglect your grammar or arithmetic a little, -rather than fail of this accomplishment. As you sit or stand now, you -will be likely to sit or stand as long as you live. Your bodies are now -growing very fast, and they will grow into the shape which you accustom -them to. If it is a bad shape, it will be difficult to correct it a few -years hence. - -[Illustration] - -“The great thing, in sitting, standing and walking, is _erectness_. Keep -the head up, and the body straight. Don’t try to hump your backs, nor -hang your heads as though they were too heavy for you. There are two -great objections to the crooked position. One is, it looks badly; and -the other is, it is very injurious to the body. I consider this subject -of so much importance that I have procured a few drawings to illustrate -it, which I shall fasten upon the wall, where you can all see them -several times every day. The first two that I shall show you were -executed by Master William Davenport; and I think you will all admit -that they are very creditable to him. This drawing”—and here the -principal held up the first design on this page—“shows the wrong -standing posture. There are not many of you that cut quite so bad a -figure as that when you stand up to read, but some of you resemble it a -great deal more than you ought to. Look at it, and see how ungainly it -appears! How unnatural it is! Now, just compare it with this -boy”—holding up the other design. “This is the right position. It is -easy, natural, graceful, and favorable to health. I wish you all to -imitate it.” - -The teacher now wrote “_wrong_” under the first drawing, and “_right_” -under the other, and then fastened them upon the wall. He then held up -to the school a large drawing, represented in the following engraving, -and said “For this drawing, and the mate to it, which I shall soon show -you, I am indebted to Miss Martin.” (This lady was one of the assistant -teachers.) “It shows the wrong sitting position, and it is a pretty good -likeness of the posture which many of you get into when you are writing -and ciphering. Just study that boy’s attitude. See his head, hanging -down as if it were loaded with lead,—and very likely it is, for he looks -like a dunce! See his cramped and hunched chest, and his twisted legs! I -will label it ‘_wrong_,’ and fasten it up here; and as often as you look -at it, let it be a warning to you. - -[Illustration] - -[Illustration] - -“And here, boys,” continued the principal, exhibiting the above drawing, -“you see the right sitting position. What an improvement it is upon the -other position, even if we think only of the looks! But the effect on -the health is far more important than that. I suppose you all know that -the spine, or backbone, is intended to support the body and keep it -erect. It is one of the most curious contrivances in our bodies. It is -composed of twenty-four small bones, between each of which there is a -piece of cartilage, or gristle, which we may compare to an India-rubber -spring. The whole makes a strong column, and yet it can be bent in any -direction, and is so elastic or yielding that it protects the head from -jars as completely as the softest cushion could do it. But the proper -position of this spinal column is the upright one; and it can never be -kept long out of that position without injury. Look at either of those -boys who are in the wrong position. The spine, you see, must be very -crooked. If they assume that unnatural position often, and remain in it -for a long time, there is danger that the cartilages or springs in their -backbones will harden where they are compressed, and then they will -always be distorted. Besides, there are certain muscles in our trunks -that sustain the spine. When we habitually sit or stand in a crooked -position, these muscles are severely taxed, and finally lose their -strength, and then we become liable to weakness and disease. Diseases of -the spine are very difficult to cure. People are sometimes confined to -their beds for ten, twenty, or thirty years by such complaints, before -death comes to their relief. - -“But the backbone is not the only sufferer from this bad habit. It -crowds the lungs, so that they do not have room to work. They become -contracted; the chest grows flat and narrow; the stomach and abdomen are -pressed together unnaturally; and, after a while, you will be unable to -take in air enough to give life and vigor to the blood. Then sores will -form in your lungs; the doctors will tell you that you are in -consumption, and death will begin to knock at your door. You can easily -satisfy yourselves on this point by an experiment or two. Put yourselves -into a crooked position, and then speak or read aloud a few minutes. -Then do the same thing in an upright position, and see how much easier -it is. Or, you may try to take a full breath without raising the -shoulders, and then do so giving the shoulders fair play. You will find -there is a right way and a wrong way to breathe, and that you cannot -breathe right when you are sitting, standing, or lying in an unnatural -position. - -“There is one other bad sitting position to which I wish to call your -attention. It arises from not keeping the arms on the same level, and is -generally caused by sitting at a table or desk that is too high or too -low. In resting one elbow, you throw up the shoulder on one side, and -depress the other, and the spine is thus made very crooked. You should -keep your shoulders as level as possible. Heads up, chest erect and -straight, and shoulders square and thrown back—that’s the true position. -Now, boys, you may go to your rooms, and see if you can put this lesson -in practice.” - -A few days after this, Whistler received another physiological lesson, -which made a still deeper impression upon his mind. It happened in this -wise. Ettie had a beautiful kitten, to which she was very much attached. -It was as white as snow, with the exception of its feet, and a black -spot under its neck. Its fur was very fine, soft and clean. One -afternoon, on returning from school, Whistler found the kitten asleep in -a little apartment which was devoted to Ettie’s especial use as a -play-room. His sister’s playthings were scattered over the floor, and -among them was a small box in which she kept many of her valuables, and -which she called her work-box. It was made of mahogany, and the top slid -on in a groove. Thoughtless of everything but fun, Whistler deposited -kitty in the box, and closed the top, chuckling to himself as he -imagined how Ettie would jump when she returned to her sports and opened -pussy’s prison. - -In the evening Ettie searched the house from cellar to attic for her -kitten, but it did not come to her call. Besides herself, no one was at -home but her father and the domestic, the rest of the family having gone -to hear the band play upon the Common, this being one of the evenings in -which music was provided for the public at the city’s expense. Ettie, -however, would give neither her father nor the domestic any peace until -they had joined her in the search; and when, after thoroughly exploring -the premises, outdoors and in, without avail, they told her she must go -to bed without seeing the kitty, she did not yield to their wishes -without some tears, although assured that the little stray-away would -doubtless come home in the morning. - -The next morning Ettie was among the first in the family to arise, and -she anxiously resumed her search for the lost kitten. Whistler heard her -from his chamber, and his intended joke then flashed upon his mind, -almost for the first time since he shut the box upon the kitten. -Hurriedly dressing himself, he went down to Ettie’s play-room, and found -the box just as he left it. Drawing off the cover, there lay the missing -kitten, cold and stiff in death. It had evidently died of suffocation, -or want of air. The joints of the box were fitted together with glue, -and the top slid on very snugly, so that it was nearly air-tight. - -Whistler felt sad enough at this unexpected issue of an act of -playfulness. His sadness was greatly increased by the consciousness -which flashed upon him that he was not altogether innocent in the -matter. But, at the same moment, another thought flashed upon his mind, -and that was, that the fate of the kitten need never be known to any one -else. Fortunately he had said nothing about shutting her up, and it -would now be very easy to dispose of her remains in a private manner. He -was not sure but that it would be a kindness to Ettie to leave her in -the dark as to the sad and untimely fate of her four-footed playmate. -Then he thought of an admonition which his father had often urged upon -him from early childhood. It was this: “When you accidentally do any -mischief, always promptly confess it, for I can forgive your -carelessness much more easily than your attempt at concealment.” He had -been too faithfully trained to this excellent rule to disregard it now; -and he made up his mind very quickly what course to pursue. Shutting up -the box, and placing it where Ettie could not get at it, he went to his -father’s chamber door, and knocked. Mr. Davenport was dressing himself, -and admitted him. - -“Father, I have done some mischief, but I didn’t mean to,” said -Whistler, with some hesitation. - -“What now?—some more of your heedlessness?” inquired his father. - -Whistler related his unhappy attempt at a joke, and its sad sequel. - -“Well,” said his father, when he had finished his confession, “that was -very bright in you, I must confess. Didn’t you know that cats have -lungs, and can’t live without air? What has become of all the physiology -you have learned at school and at home? Couldn’t you put enough of it in -practice to save that poor kitten’s life?” - -Whistler was silent. He was almost as much astonished as his father at -his own thoughtlessness, for his parents had taken unusual pains to -impress upon his mind some of the great laws of health, foremost among -which was the necessity of an abundant supply of pure air. He could -explain the uses of the lungs; he could name the gases of which air is -composed; he knew that a pair of human lungs need a hogshead of fresh -air every hour, to sustain health; and yet it did not occur to him that -a kitten would suffer, and perhaps die, if shut up in a box but little -larger than itself, and nearly air-tight. - -“Well, it can’t be helped now; but be more careful hereafter,” added Mr. -Davenport. - -“Had I better tell Sissy the kitten is dead, or would you say nothing -about it to her?” inquired Whistler. - -“Yes, go at once and tell her about it, and don’t keep her in suspense -any longer,” replied his father. - -Whistler promptly obeyed, breaking the news as gently as possible to his -little sister; but, in spite of his precautions, she gave vent to a -flood of tears, and refused to be comforted. Poor kitty had one sincere -mourner. - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER XVI. - - THE PRESTON FAMILY. - - -“MOTHER, may I go over to Ralph Preston’s, this evening, with Clinton?” -asked Whistler, one day, about the middle of September. “Oscar has got -home, and his cousin Marcus has come with him. I’ve seen them both. We -are going to take Clinton and Oscar by surprise. Oscar doesn’t know that -Clinton is in town, and Clinton doesn’t know that Oscar is. There’ll be -quite a scene, I guess, when they come together; you know they used to -be pretty intimate, when Oscar lived down to Brookdale.” - -Mrs. Davenport readily granted the desired permission; for, although it -was a rule of the house that the children should never be absent from -home after dark without the consent of one of their parents, the rule -was intended merely to shield them from the moral dangers to which the -young are exposed in the streets of towns after nightfall, and not to -debar them from any proper and innocent amusement. - -Whistler and Ralph attended the same school, and, although there was a -difference of two or three years between their ages,—Ralph being the -younger,—they were intimate friends. There were many excellent traits in -Ralph’s character. Whistler was also on terms of friendship with the -other members of the family—Alice, Ella and George. Alice was a young -lady of seventeen. Ella has already been introduced to the reader. -George, the youngest, was about nine years old. With Oscar, who was now -half way between fifteen and sixteen, Whistler had never been on very -good terms. Until within a little more than a year, they had been -classmates in school; but the character of Oscar, at that time, was not -such as Whistler could admire; and, on the other hand, Oscar seemed, for -some reason known best to himself, to take a dislike to Whistler, which -more than once manifested itself in blows. For all this, however, -Whistler now cherished no feeling of resentment towards his old enemy. -On the contrary, the shame and suffering which Oscar had brought upon -himself, and the desire and determination he had expressed to reform, -warmly enlisted Whistler’s sympathies in his behalf. - -Marcus Page, Oscar’s cousin, who had come to Boston with him, was about -eighteen years old, and lived in the small town of Highburg, in Vermont. -His mother had agreed to take Oscar into her family, where he would be -under good influences, and secure from the evil associations and -temptations of the city; and his release from the State Reform School -was conditioned upon this arrangement. Marcus was to spend a few day in -Boston, and then to return to his home, with Oscar. - -When Mr. Davenport came home to tea that evening, he brought a letter -for Clinton. It was from his mother, and was the first intelligence he -had received from home since his departure. It contained several items -of intelligence which, to him, were of considerable importance. Dick -Sneider, the supposed incendiary, had at length been arrested, and after -a preliminary examination, had been committed to jail, to await a trial -by jury. Clinton had been summoned as a witness against him; but, as the -trial could not take place for several weeks, he would have an -opportunity to finish his visit before returning. Nor was Dick the only -rogue that had been caught since Clinton left home. The letter stated -that some creature entered Mr. Preston’s barn, one night, and killed -four geese. A trap was set the next night, and the following morning it -held securely by the paw of the left fore foot a wild-cat that stood -seventeen inches high, measured three feet in length, and weighed -thirty-three pounds. He was alive, and not in a very amiable mood, when -discovered, but was despatched by two or three blows with a heavy stick. -His skin had been preserved. “It is the opinion of the folks here,” -continued the letter, “that this was the identical rascal that made such -havoc with your fowls, just before you left home; but we shall probably -never know for a certainty whether this was so or not. When we discover -a rogue, we are apt to lay upon him not only his own sins, but many -others for which we can find no owner.” - -If Mrs. Davenport entertained any doubt as to the guilt of the wild-cat -in the chicken affair, Clinton did not. It was as plain to him as day -that the feline monster was the real culprit. He had suspected as much -from the first, against his father’s doubts and ridicule; and now that -the presence of such a creature had been demonstrated, he wanted no -further proof. There was somewhat of a chasm between the two links of -the argument, it is true; but although the reasoning would hardly be -sufficient to hang a man, Clinton deemed it amply conclusive to condemn -a wild-cat. He exulted quite as much over the conquest of this midnight -marauder, as he did over the capture of the other and greater rogue -mentioned in the letter. - -After tea, Clinton went over to Mr. Preston’s house with his cousin. The -“surprise,” when Oscar and Clinton met, was quite as great, on both -sides, as had been anticipated. They were right glad to see each other -face to face once more; and, although Oscar at first seemed to feel some -restraint, the cordial manner with which his old comrades received him, -put him at his ease again. From regard to his feelings, no allusion was -made to his past career; but future plans and hopes were discussed quite -freely. - -“How do you think you shall like living on a farm?” inquired Clinton, -addressing Oscar. - -“O, I’ve made up my mind to like it, whether or no,” was the reply. - -“If you stick to that, you will be contented enough,” said Marcus. - -“You won’t have to work very hard this winter, I suppose,” added -Clinton, who remembered that industry was not one of Oscar’s virtues, -when he knew him in Brookdale. - -“No,—I’m going to the academy till next spring, if not longer,” replied -Oscar. - -“Are you?” inquired Clinton. - -“And I shouldn’t wonder if I had Cousin Marcus for a teacher, too,” -added Oscar. - -“Why, that would be complete!” said Whistler. - -“Yes; the trustees want him to be an assistant teacher this winter, but -he hasn’t given them any answer yet,” continued Oscar. - -“I should admire to have you for a teacher, I know I should,” said Ella. -“I should expect you would show me lots of favors.” - -“Perhaps I should,” replied Marcus; “but possibly they might not be just -such favors as you would like. We had a teacher in our district school, -once, who had his wife’s brother for one of his pupils. He was a large -boy, and quite a good sort of a fellow, too; but he got more whippings -than any two boys in the school. I suppose his brother-in-law thought he -must show him some favors.” - -“But you wouldn’t serve _me_ in that way?” said Ella. - -“I should hope not,—nor Oscar, either,” replied Marcus; “but I must tell -you what I told Ronald. He was quite tickled with the idea of my being -teacher; but I told him that if I showed him any partiality, it would -only be in looking after him a little sharper than I did after the other -scholars.” - -“Then Ronald is going to the academy this winter?” inquired Mrs. -Preston. - -“Yes, ma’am; he is to commence with the next term,” replied Marcus. - -“Ronald,—that’s a queer name!—who is he?” inquired Whistler. - -“He’s a little fellow that has lived with us several years,” replied -Marcus. “He is a French Canadian by birth; but his parents are dead, and -mother took him out of pity, and has brought him up, so far.” - -“He thinks a great deal of you, doesn’t he?” inquired Ralph. - -“He appears to,” replied Marcus. - -“He certainly ought to; your cousin Marcus has been almost a father to -him,” said Mrs. Preston. “He takes nearly the whole care of him, and has -made him what he is; and I suppose Ronald feels towards him very much as -he would towards a father.” - -“You give me more credit than belongs to me,” interposed Marcus. “If it -hadn’t been for mother and Aunt Fanny, I couldn’t have done anything -with him. He was the queerest little fellow you ever saw when he first -came to us. He was full of all sorts of pranks, and was as wild and -untrained as an Indian child.” - -“Did he talk English?” inquired George. - -“Yes, after his fashion,” replied Marcus. “His parents spoke broken -English, but French was their natural tongue.” - -“Does he speak French, too?” inquired Clinton. - -“No, he has lost that,” replied Marcus. “When I began to study French at -school, I thought he might be of some help to me; but I soon found that -his _patois_, as they call it, was about as bad as the English of a raw -Irishman. So we thought he might as well let it go.” - -“Does he speak English well now?” asked Whistler. - -“O, yes,—very well,” said Marcus. - -“What did you think of him, mother? You saw him this summer, didn’t -you?” inquired Oscar. - -“Yes, I saw him, and liked him very well,” replied Mrs. Preston. “He is -a bright, intelligent, wide-awake boy, but a little roguish, I should -say.” - -“But, mother, he is a good-hearted and well-meaning boy,” said Alice, -who also had visited Highburg that summer. - -“I have no doubt of it,” added Mrs. Preston; “but for all that he is a -little mischievous. I have laughed a good many times over one scrape he -got himself into while we were there. There are two buildings on the -farm that stand very near together, but do not touch. There is just -about enough space between them for a cat to walk through. Well, Ronald -took it into his head, one day, to crawl through that narrow space. So -he squeezed himself in, and pretty soon we heard a great outcry in that -direction. We all ran out to see what had happened, and there we found -the young rogue, wedged in so closely between the two buildings that he -couldn’t move an inch, and almost frightened out of his wits. Marcus got -ropes and pries, and we worked over him about an hour before we got him -out; and then he had to leave a good part of his clothing behind him. I -shall never forget how cheap he looked when he came out of that -place—his jacket in tatters, his clothes covered with mould and dirt, -and his face as red as a beet.” - -“He has a faculty for getting himself into such scrapes,” said Marcus. -“Last spring I had some business at Montpelier, and I took him with me. -The man I wanted to see was an officer of some kind,—a sheriff, I -believe. He wasn’t in when I called at his place of business, and so I -took a newspaper, and sat down to wait. I didn’t notice what Ronald was -about; but after a few minutes he came to me, with one of his droll -looks, and carrying his hands in a singular manner. He was handcuffed. I -at first thought it was a good joke, and laughed at it; but I soon found -it was a sorry joke to him, for he couldn’t get the handcuffs off. They -had spring locks, and fastened themselves, but could not be opened -without a key. Though they were too large for his wrists, I found I -could not slip them off without endangering his hands. Pretty soon a man -came in, and he told me that Ronald would have to wear the handcuffs -until I could find their owner, if it was for a week, as no key would -unlock them but the one that was made for them. This rather put a damper -on Ronald; but, fortunately, the man came in after a little while. Then -I thought I would carry the joke a little farther; so I pointed to -Ronald, and told him I had got a prisoner for him. He wanted to know -what he had done, and I told him he had put his hands where he ought not -to. ‘Ah, that’s bad!—that’s bad!’ said he; ‘how much did he steal?’—‘I -didn’t steal anything,’ said Ronald; ‘but I saw these things, and I -thought I’d try them on, and now I can’t get them off.’ The man saw -through the joke, then, and he got the key and took off the handcuffs.” - -“Ronald isn’t the first boy who has handcuffed himself,” said Mr. -Preston, looking up from one of several letters which he had been -opening and reading during the preceding conversation. “Here’s a boy, -now, who has put himself into worse handcuffs than Ronald’s, and, what -is more, he doesn’t know it; but any body else can see it plainly -enough.” - -“Who is he, father?—what has he done?” inquired Ralph. - -“He is a boy who wants a situation in my store,” replied Mr. Preston. “I -put an advertisement in the papers for a boy, and these letters are all -answers to it. Here is the advertisement; you may read it aloud, Ralph, -and then those who wish may examine this reply to it.” - -Ralph then read as follows: - - “WANTED, in a W. I. Goods Store, an active, intelligent boy, - about fourteen years old, who writes a fair hand, is quick at - figures, and whose parents reside in the city. Address, in - handwriting of applicant, ‘W. I. G.,’ at this office.” - -The letter to which Mr. Preston alluded was then handed around, and read -by all present, eliciting many amusing comments. The handwriting was -cramped, awkward, and in some parts scarcely legible; the spelling was -quite original; the sentences were run into each other with an utter -contempt for marks of punctuation; capital letters were withheld and -dispensed according to a system not laid down in any of the books; and -the general structure of the composition indicated an entire ignorance -of all rules and laws of established usage. It read as follows: - - “FALL RIVER, sep 14 - - “Honered sir—i see by the Boston dayly papers printed in Boston - that you want a boy if you do i think i might answer perhaps i - am fifteen old smart and strong have a good education have - ciphered through adams arithmetic once and took a meddle at the - last righting school——Perhaps you wont Think so by my righting - as i have got a very bad pen i have had some experience in my - unkles grocery and should staid there if was not so verry dull i - think i should like Boston a great deal Better. - - “As for sallary i think 50 ayear besides my board and cloathes - about right the first year i can come as soon as you want please - write to obedient Servant - - JOHN MORROW.” - -“Sure enough,” said Mrs. Preston, “that boy has put on -handcuffs,—handcuffs of ignorance! If he tells the truth, he has had -some opportunities of getting an education; but it is very plain that he -did not profit by them. He has put the handcuffs on, and he will have to -wear them, now.” - -The children insisted upon seeing the letters of the other applicants, -and they were accordingly handed around, read, and criticised, affording -much amusement to the company. None of them were quite so faulty as John -Morrow’s, though several of them did not do much credit to the writers. -Two or three, however, were very well expressed, and neatly written. One -of the best read as follows: - - “BOSTON, Sept. 15, 185-. - - “DEAR SIR: I read your advertisement for a boy, and think I - might answer your purpose. I was fourteen years old last June, - and have just left school, and come to Boston to earn my living. - My parents live in Dracut; but I have two grown-up brothers in - Boston, with whom I live, and who will look after me. I have the - recommendation of my school teacher, and several other - gentlemen, which I will show you if you wish. If you will try - me, I will endeavor to give satisfaction. You can find me at No. - —, —— Street. - - “Yours, respectfully, - - “HENRY E. HOYT.” - -“Why, Mr. Preston, I know that boy!” exclaimed Clinton, as soon as his -eye rested upon the above signature; “and I think he’s a good boy, too.” - -“Ah!” said Mr. Preston; “what do you know about him?” - -“I don’t really _know_ much about him,” replied Clinton; “but I liked -his appearance. I got acquainted with him on the Common, a week or two -ago, and I went up to the top of the State House with him. He told me he -came from Dracut, and lived with his brothers, and was trying to get a -place. This must be the same boy.” - -“Is that all you know about him?” inquired Mr. Preston, with a smile. - -“Yes, sir,” replied Clinton; “but he _looked_ like a good boy, and his -letter reads well, too. Don’t you think so?” - -“Yes,” replied Mr. Preston; “and, as you were so well impressed by him, -I think I will see him, at any rate, before I engage a boy.” - -“And if he gets the place, he must thank you for it, Clinton,” said -Whistler. - -“No, it will be owing to his writing such a good letter,” replied -Clinton. “If he had made such a bungling piece of work as that other boy -did, I wouldn’t have owned him as an acquaintance.” - -Thus the evening passed away in pleasant conversation, and all seemed -sorry when the stroke of the clock announced the hour at which Whistler -and his cousin were obliged to leave. - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER XVII. - - A WATER EXCURSION. - - -THE next Saturday Whistler came home from school in great haste, at -noon, and informed his mother that several of his young associates were -going to get a sailboat and take a cruise in the harbor, immediately -after dinner, and had invited him to go with them. Each boy was to pay a -small sum for the use of the boat, the amount of which assessment would -depend upon the number in the party. Whistler was quite anxious to go -with them, and he knew Clinton would be, also, although he had not been -able to find him since school was dismissed. The day was calm and -pleasant, the boys who were going were of good character, several of -them understood managing a boat, and they could not help having a good -time. Such was Whistler’s story. - -But his mother was not at all pleased with the project. She did not -consider it safe for a party of such boys to venture upon the water, -without a man capable of managing the boat. Whistler argued and pleaded, -but could not change her mind. She finally told him that she should not -give her consent to his going, and wished he would abandon the idea; but -added that, if he was very anxious to go, he might ask his father’s -permission, and if it was granted she should say nothing more about it. - -As Mr. Davenport generally dined down town when business was pressing, -Whistler started at once for his office. He found his father deeply -engaged with several gentlemen, and some time elapsed before he could -get even a look from him. After a while the busy lawyer stepped aside, -and, telling his son to “speak quick,” listened to his request. He asked -a question or two about the boys who were going, and, taking a handful -of change from his pocket, gave Whistler enough to pay for himself and -Clinton, and told him they might go with the party. - -Whistler hastened home, and informed his mother of his success; but she -kept her promise, and said nothing about the matter, although he tried -hard to draw from her some modification of her judgment. Soon one of the -boys who was getting up the party called to see whether Whistler was -going. For a moment he was in doubt what reply to make. He could not -consult Clinton, who had not yet returned. He wanted to go very much, -but he did not wish to set at defiance the known wishes of his mother. -He soon, however, made up his mind what to do. After a short but severe -struggle in his mind, he told the boy that he should not go. When -Clinton came in, and was informed of the affair, he appeared to be -satisfied with Whistler’s decision, though it was no less a -disappointment to him than to his cousin. - -“Well, boys, you have got back in good season from your excursion,” said -Mr. Davenport, when he came home from his business that afternoon. - -“We didn’t go,” replied Whistler. - -“Didn’t go!—how happened that?” inquired his father. - -“Mother didn’t want us to go, and so I thought we had better give it -up,” replied Whistler. - -“That was a good reason,—a very good reason,” said his father. “On the -whole, I think your mother was about right. It isn’t safe for a lot of -boys to go on the water alone; and I was sorry, five minutes afterwards, -that I consented to your going.” - -There the matter dropped; but the regard Whistler had manifested for his -mother’s wishes was not forgotten by either of his parents. It was -talked over when they were alone, and it was determined to reward him in -some way for his self-denying decision. The next Monday his mother had -the pleasure of informing him that the whole family were going to sail -in the harbor the following Wednesday, which was his birthday. Mr. -Davenport had chartered a fine yacht[3] for the occasion. Whistler had -liberty to invite the Preston children, and also Marcus, to go with -them; and several other invitations were likewise to be extended. - -Footnote 3: - - Pronounced YOT. - -Whistler lost no time in spreading the news of this arrangement among -those who were interested. He learned that Marcus and Oscar had intended -to start for Vermont on the day of the proposed excursion; but they were -easily persuaded to postpone their journey for one day, for the sake of -joining the party. Ella and her brothers, Ralph and George, only awaited -their father’s consent to give the invitation a cordial acceptance. -Indeed, so impatient were they, that Ralph proceeded at once to his -father’s store, and obtained the desired permission. Clinton and -Whistler went with him, and the first-named had the gratification of -meeting his chance acquaintance, Henry Hoyt, who had that morning -entered upon the service of Mr. Preston. Henry was not a little -surprised to find that there was so close a connection between his -courtesy to a fellow stranger and the success of his application for a -situation. - -Wednesday came, and Whistler was fourteen years old. The accustomed -birthday present from his parents, which had never failed him within his -recollection, was found upon his table when he awoke. It was a plain but -highly-polished rosewood box, filled with implements and materials for -drawing. Everything that a young artist could desire in the pursuit of -his favorite study was here to be found, neatly secured in its own -place. Whistler was delighted with the gift, and assured his parents -that they could not possibly have selected a present that would have -pleased him better. - -After breakfast, active preparations were made for the excursion; and -promptly, at the hour appointed, all of the company invited were -assembled upon the wharf where the yacht lay. The “Echo,” as she was -called, was rigged as a sloop,—that is, she had but one mast, and a -bowsprit. She was of about twenty-five tons burden, and looked quite -small by the side of the huge ships of ten or twelve hundred tons which -surrounded and overshadowed her. While these leviathans towered high -above the wharves, the modest Echo sat so low in the water that the -party had to go down a ladder to reach her deck. She was a neat, trim, -and graceful craft, however, and everything about her was scrupulously -clean. A blue pennant was flying from her masthead. - -The party seated themselves in the stern of the yacht, where they found -very good accommodations, while the skipper and his two men—who -constituted the whole crew—took their positions forward. Having cast off -their lines, they hoisted the jib, and began to push out from the wharf. -Both the wind and tide were contrary, and it required some nautical -skill to get out into the stream. Once clear from the wharf, the first -thing they did was to run into a small row-boat, and the next was to -thump against the side of a large steamboat which lay at the opposite -wharf. No harm was done, however; and, after a few unintelligible orders -from the skipper,—who had now taken his post at the helm,—they swung -clear of every obstacle, the mainsail was hoisted, and they were under -way. - -[Illustration] - -The wind being in an easterly direction, the yacht was obliged to “beat -out,” as it is called; that is, instead of taking a direct course for -the outer harbor, she had to sail in zigzag lines, approaching very -gradually towards the point to which she was bound. The first “tack,” as -the sailors term the course of a ship when beating against the wind, -took the Echo close to the shore of East Boston. A large steamship, just -arrived from Europe, was entering her berth; and, at the request of -several of the party, the captain of the yacht sailed up to within a few -yards of her, giving all on board a fine opportunity to inspect the huge -and stately leviathan. What an impression of strength and beauty, of -gigantic power and indescribable grace, did they derive, as they gazed -up from their frail and tiny craft upon the towering walls of this ocean -monster! A crowd was assembled upon the wharf, awaiting the landing of -the passengers; and several small boats were hovering around, drawn -thither, probably, like the Echo, by curiosity. Altogether, it was a -very lively and interesting scene. After sailing slowly by the -steamship, the Echo was put upon a new tack, heading towards the -opposite side of the stream. In taking these tacks from one side to the -other, considerable skill was required to steer clear of the numerous -vessels of all sorts that were lying in the course of the yacht. - -“Beautiful!” “charming!” “splendid!” were exclamations that frequently -arose above the general buzz of conversation, in the stern, as the Echo -glided smoothly over the waters. Nor were these extravagant terms; for a -sail down Boston harbor, on such a day, and in such a craft, is one of -the pleasantest excursions that can be imagined. But, while some of the -party were enjoying the beautiful views that presented themselves, -others, and especially the boys, were engaged in watching their boat, -and in examining its various appointments. - -“What queer seats these are! What is the object of making them in that -shape?” inquired Clinton, as he examined a stool that was shaped -somewhat like an hour-glass, and was made of tin, and painted, with the -name of the yacht inscribed upon it. - -“That is a life-preserver, as well as a stool,” replied Whistler. “If -any one should fall overboard, they would throw him one of these stools, -and that would keep his head above water till they could get him out.” - -“Now, look out for your heads, ladies, if you please!” said the captain, -as he was about to swing the boom around to the other side of the boat, -for the purpose of changing the tack. - -“No matter about the gentlemen’s heads!” said Whistler; and, suiting the -action to the word, he sat upright until the boom came upon him, and -then, dodging it a little too late, it took his hat from his head, and, -but for a quick movement on his part, would have sent it whirling into -the water. - -“If you had sat still a moment longer, Willie, we might have had an -opportunity to experiment with one of these life-preservers,” said -Marcus. - -“I know it,” replied Whistler; “and I’m not going to stay here and be -knocked round in this way! Come, boys, let’s go down into the cabin.” - -Several of the party accepted Whistler’s invitation. The cabin occupied -the middle part of the boat. Of course it was a rather small apartment; -but, for all that, there was a good deal in it. Every available inch of -room was fully improved. It was only about five feet high,—not high -enough to allow Marcus and Oscar to stand up straight. A permanent table -ran nearly the whole length, with leaves that dropped down when not in -use. There was a raised edge around the table, to keep the dishes from -sliding off when the sea is rough. The mast came up through the table, -but was handsomely paneled, and, but for its decided slant, might have -passed for a pillar. A castor and a basket full of tumblers were hanging -over the table, and benches were placed on each side of it. - -The cabin was also fitted up with berths, very much like the one which -Whistler occupied on board the steamboat, on his journey to Brookdale. -There were four of them on each side, and they were furnished with neat -white bedding. Under each berth there was a locker, for stowing away -clothing, &c. The cabin was lighted by the doorway, and by a skylight, -which was raised a little above the level of the deck. - -Forward of the cabin, and connected with it by a door, was the -cook-room. It contained a cooking-stove, with a bright brass railing -around the top, to keep things in their places. The funnel went up -through the deck. A man was kindling a fire, and as the room seemed too -small to hold two at once, the boys did not go in. - -Returning to the deck, the boys found that they were off Fort -Independence (Castle Island), distant a little more than two miles from -the city. The view was now very fine. The numerous islands of the harbor -began to appear, and glimpses of the ocean were obtained between their -green and sunny slopes. Several vessels, availing themselves of a -favorable wind, were entering the port in gallant style. Among them was -a noble ship, returning from a distant voyage. But few of her sails were -spread, yet she dashed through the waters with such grace and speed that -the boys could not refrain from giving her three cheers as she passed -their boat. The compliment was promptly returned by the sailors. - -The next object of interest that the Echo passed was the Long Island -Light, distant about five miles from the city. The air was now growing -uncomfortably cool, and the captain brought up from the cabin a quantity -of shawls, hoods, old hats, &c., which he said he kept expressly for -company. They were gratefully accepted; and the sudden outward -transformation which the party underwent, furnished no little food for -merriment. - -At noon, the captain invited the company to take something to eat. On -descending to the cabin, they found the table spread with a variety of -eatables. There were boiled ham, and tongue, and eggs; pies, crackers, -and bread; sardines, olives, and pickles; hot coffee and tea, and -genuine Cochituate, fresh, not from the pipes, but from an ice-tank. -There is nothing like snuffing the sea air to give one an appetite; and -the plain, substantial fare disappeared very rapidly from the table. -Before the meal was concluded, however, Ella and one or two others left -the table rather suddenly. Oscar, who was more of a sailor than any of -the rest, rallied his sister on her prompt acknowledgment of the claims -of Neptune; but she protested that she did not feel at all sick. Very -possibly she would, though, had she remained below a little longer. The -fresh air revived her, and the slight nausea she began to experience in -the cabin soon passed away. - -The Echo was now seven miles out, but had, in reality, sailed -twenty-five miles in making that distance. The broad ocean was in full -view, studded with sails, and the sea was much rougher than it was -before dinner. A large steamship was soon discovered, threading its way -out from among the islands. It was watched with much interest by all, -and as it passed near them they had a good view of it. It proved to be a -screw steamer; that is, instead of paddle-wheels on the sides, the power -was applied to a propeller under the ship’s keel. She presented a noble -and substantial appearance as she sailed down the harbor, impelled by an -invisible power, and seemed strong enough to withstand any shock that -she might encounter on the ocean. A clipper ship, outward bound, also -passed near them, having most of her canvas spread, and was an object of -scarcely less interest than the steamship. - -The yacht was now approaching George’s Island, where the party had -decided to land. This island, which is the key to the outer harbor, -commanding the open sea, belongs to the United States, and contains one -of the most extensive and costly fortifications in the country. The -fortress, however, is in an unfinished state. As they drew near to the -island, they found that it was surrounded by a sea wall, composed of -immense blocks of granite. This is necessary, to prevent the washing -away of the island in the furious storms which sweep over the coast. The -winds and waves have made sad inroads upon the islands in the harbor, -even within the memory of many now living. It is said that the breakers -now roll where large herds of cattle were pastured seventy-five years -ago. - -Having landed at the wharf, the party walked up towards the fort, which -is named after General Warren. Immense walls of granite, of the purest -quality and smoothest finish, towered above them. On the top of the -walls were banks of earth, neatly sodded. The road led them to a -substantial stone gateway, which was open, and they accordingly entered -it. They now found themselves in a narrow passageway, with high walls on -either side. There were many long and narrow openings in the walls, -through which muskets could be fired, should an enemy succeed in -landing, and try to take the fort. An invading force, hemmed in by the -walls, would receive a dreadful raking from these loopholes before they -could get inside of the fortress. - -On reaching the interior of the fortification they found themselves in a -large area. The captain of the yacht, who acted as their guide, informed -them that twelve acres were enclosed, and three more were occupied by -the walls. There were several workshops and a large dwelling-house -within the enclosure. As they were examining the fine specimens of -masonry which the walls presented, a gentleman wearing the uniform of an -army officer came up to them, and politely offered to show them over the -fortress. His offer was gratefully accepted. - -“We will first ascend the parapets, if you please,” said the officer, -leading the way towards a long flight of stone steps. - -“Work seems to be suspended here,” remarked Mr. Davenport, as they -passed several ox-carts that were covered with rust. - -“Yes, sir,” replied the officer; “the appropriation is exhausted, and -nothing has been done here for several months.” - -“This place will have cost Uncle Sam some money, when it is finished,” -continued Mr. Davenport. - -“Something over a million of dollars, probably,” replied the officer. - -“Well, perhaps it will be worth that money, in case of war,” said Mr. -Davenport; “but it strikes me that fighting is a pretty costly -business.” - -“O, what a splendid view!” was the general exclamation, as the party -reached the top of the parapet. - -“You perceive that the whole harbor is completely commanded by the -fort,” continued the officer. “Here, within a pistol shot, is the main -channel, through which all large vessels must pass as they enter or -leave the harbor. If an enemy’s ship were to try to pass here, after the -fort is mounted, we could bring from a hundred to a hundred and fifty -guns to bear upon her, at the same time, at any point.” - -They continued their walk upon the top of the parapet for some minutes, -enjoying the fine view to be had on every side. It is here that the -heaviest guns are designed to be placed, in the open air. Large square -stones are set for the guns to rest upon, and semi-circular ones for the -gun carriages to traverse. There is also a wall, behind which the men -can hide. - -On descending from the parapet, the officer unlocked a door, and, -through a rather gloomy passage, led them into the interior of the -fortress. Here they wandered for a quarter of an hour through a -labyrinth of massive masonry, gazing with wonder at the solid walls, the -arched stone roof, and the long series of rooms connected by doors. They -found but one gun mounted, but that served to illustrate the principle -on which the cannon are intended to work. The port-holes are so shaped -that the guns are allowed a wide range, and yet there is little room for -shot to enter from without. They have an inner and an outer flare, being -narrowest in the centre of the wall. That part of the carriage farthest -from the muzzle has a sideway motion, so that the gun may be readily -pointed in any direction required. The fort will mount about three -hundred guns. - -Besides the gun-rooms there are a large number of other apartments, to -which the party were introduced. Some of them are intended for -ante-rooms, into which the soldiers may retire. They have fireplaces, -and will doubtless wear an air of comfort and cheerfulness when finished -and furnished. Other apartments, designed as parlors for the officers, -are still more expensively finished. There are also kitchens, -sleeping-rooms, magazines, cells for prisoners, &c. - -“This must be one of the finest fortresses in the country,” said Mr. -Davenport, as they came out once more into the open air. - -“Yes, sir, it is,” replied the officer. “It is impregnable from sea; -but, if it could be attacked by land, it might be blown to pieces, after -a while. No masonry is solid enough to be proof against efficient land -batteries,—that was proved at Sebastopol.” - -“Well,” said Mr. Davenport, “the worst wish I have for Uncle Sam is that -he may never have occasion to use this immense fortress.” - -“I heartily join you in that wish, in spite of my profession,” replied -the officer; and he then politely took leave of them. - -Warmly thanking their guide for his attentions, the party hastened to -their boat, and were soon on their way back. The wind had died away, and -their progress homeward was not very rapid. The skipper evidently felt -somewhat concerned for the credit of his craft. He declared that she was -a swift sailer; but nothing, he said, could sail without wind, or in the -face of a stiff breeze. His equanimity seemed to be still more seriously -disturbed when a large schooner, with a great spread of canvas, came up -behind him, and began to gain upon the Echo. He kept a sharp eye upon -the intruder, as he evidently regarded her; and when she passed the Echo -to the windward, instead of the leeward, he could no longer restrain his -disgust, but remarked to Mr. Davenport, with some warmth: - -“A fellow that’ll do that is no gentleman!” - -A puzzled look from several of the ladies, who did not understand the -nature of the offence, recalled him to a sense of his dignity, and he -was soon as gallant and as good-natured as usual. In justice to him, it -should be remarked that the schooner, by going to the windward, had -taken the wind out of his sails, which is not considered a very -courteous act among sailors. - -The party reached the wharf in safety, and all declared that they never -spent a pleasanter day than in their trip down the harbor. - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER XVIII. - - LAST DAY OF THE VISIT. - - -CLINTON remained in Boston about six weeks, or until the middle of -October. During that time he made himself pretty well acquainted with -the city, and visited all the objects of interest in and around it. At -length the last day of his sight-seeing was over, his valise was packed, -and he sat down with his uncle’s family for the last time. It was a cool -evening, and a fire in the grate sent out a cheerful warmth. His uncle -sat near the table, reading the evening newspaper. His aunt was busy -with her needle. Whistler was conning his next morning’s lesson, and -Ettie was showing to kitty the pictures in one of her books, while -Bouncer was asleep upon the mat. Clinton alone sat idle; but he was not -wholly unoccupied. His thoughts were busy, and a feeling of sadness was -stealing over him as the hour of his departure drew near. - -After a while Mr. Davenport laid his paper aside, and Whistler took it -up. He glanced over one of its columns with some care, and then said: - -“No news from the Susan yet; you will have to go home without Jerry, -Clinton.” - -The Susan was the brig in which Jerry Preston sailed. She was now -expected at Boston; and the boys had looked daily in the newspapers for -the intelligence of her arrival. Clinton had some hope that Jerry would -get back in season to return with him to Brookdale; but in this he was -disappointed. - -“Well, Whistler, what have you learned to-day?” inquired Mr. -Davenport,—a question which he frequently addressed to his son, in the -evening. - -“Let me see,” replied Whistler, slowly. “O, I’ve learned which are the -three hardest words to pronounce in the English language.” - -“Ah! what are they?” inquired his father. - -“They are, _‘I was mistaken_,’” replied Whistler. - -“What is there so very hard to pronounce about them?” inquired his -father, with affected simplicity. - -“It isn’t the words that are hard,—it’s the _sentiment_,” replied -Whistler. “Our teacher told us that some great man once said those were -the three hardest words to pronounce in the English language. He told -us, besides, of a great general who was defeated in battle, and who sat -down and wrote to the senate: ‘I have just lost a great battle, and it -was entirely my own fault.’ He said that confession displayed more -greatness than a victory.” - -“That is very true,” added Mr. Davenport. “But have you learned to -pronounce the words yourself? If you have, you have learned something -worth knowing.” - -“I don’t know,” replied Whistler, with some hesitation. - -“The item of knowledge you have picked up to-day,” continued his father, -“will not be of much benefit to you, unless you make a practical use of -it. Your teacher, I suppose, wished to teach you the duty of confessing -your errors. That is one of the hardest things a man ever has to do. It -takes a brave man to confess that he has done wrong, or has embraced -wrong opinions.” - -“I’ve learned another thing to-day,” continued Whistler; “I’ve learned -how much meanness there is in the world.” - -“Ah, you _have_ made an important acquisition!” said his father. “I’ve -lived in the world forty years, and I haven’t begun to find out all its -meanness yet.” - -“Well, if I haven’t found it all out, I’ve found enough,” resumed -Whistler. “This was the way it happened. Two or three boys of our class -came to me, this morning, and wanted me to sign a petition asking the -teacher to give us shorter lessons. About a dozen boys had signed it, -but they wanted me to put my name before theirs, at the head of the -petition, because I was one of the oldest boys. As soon as I found what -it was for, I told them I didn’t think our lessons were too long, and I -shouldn’t sign it. Then they all set upon me, and coaxed and flattered -as hard as they could. They said they were so sure that I would sign it -that they had left a place for my name, and that I should have more -influence with the master than they, &c., &c. And when they found that -that wouldn’t work, then they tried to bully me into it. Nat Clapp said -I needn’t pretend to be a better scholar than the rest of them, for I -had as hard work to get my lessons as any body did. Jo Clark said I -wouldn’t sign it because they didn’t consult me about it before they got -it up. Bill Morehead said I didn’t dare to sign it. I told him I dared -to refuse to sign it, and I thought that was more than some of them -could say. But I can’t tell you half what they said. I got real provoked -at last. I should like to know if I hadn’t as good a right _not_ to sign -that petition as any of them had to sign it? What business had they to -say my motives were bad, because I didn’t please to do just as they -wanted me to?” - -“How much boys are like men!” quietly remarked his father. - -“But you didn’t sign the petition after all, did you?” inquired Clinton. - -“No, that I didn’t,” replied Whistler; “and I was glad enough of it, -too, this afternoon. They couldn’t get but about a third of the class to -sign it, and they left it on the teacher’s desk this noon. He didn’t say -anything about it till just as school was about to be dismissed at -night. Then he told the scholars that he had received a petition for -shorter lessons from a portion of the first class. He said the request -was not only unreasonable, but the petition was disrespectful in tone, -and he considered it insulting. He said most of the boys who had signed -it were the idlest fellows in the class, and, he supposed, they would -like it better if he would give them no lessons at all. But, he said, -there were one or two names on the petition that he was surprised to see -there. He talked pretty hard to them, I can tell you. He said every boy -that had put his name to it deserved to be called out and punished; but -he concluded to let them off, this time, with merely reading their names -aloud to the school. So he read off the list; and if some of the fellows -didn’t feel cheap enough, then I’m no judge, that’s all!” - -“Did any body sign it that I know, except Nat?” inquired Clinton. - -“Yes, there was one other boy that you know; but I shan’t tell you who -he is,” replied Whistler. - -Clinton did not feel much curiosity in the matter, and did not press the -inquiry. The boy referred to was Ralph Preston, who had thoughtlessly -yielded to the solicitations of his comrades, and affixed his name to -the petition, without noticing that it was not couched in respectful -terms. He felt the public reprimand of the act very keenly; and -Whistler, out of friendship for him, kindly abstained from giving any -further notoriety to his error. - -“Well, Clinton,” said Mr. Davenport, after a short pause, “you’ve -explored our city pretty thoroughly,—now let us have your judgment upon -it. What do you think of it, on the whole?” - -“O, I like it very well!” replied Clinton. - -“That is rather faint praise,” observed his uncle. - -“I like some things very much,” continued Clinton, “and others I don’t -like so well.” - -“On the whole, don’t you feel quite willing to go back to the country?” -inquired his aunt. - -“I don’t know but I do,” replied Clinton, with some hesitation. - -“I see you haven’t wholly given up the idea of being a merchant, yet,” -remarked his uncle. - -“O no, sir, I wasn’t thinking of that!” replied Clinton. “But I should -like to enjoy some of the opportunities that boys have here,—good -schools, and plenty of books, and lectures, and everything else.” - -“These privileges or opportunities are very valuable, I know,” added Mr. -Davenport; “but, after all, don’t you know that the making of a man is -not in opportunities, but in himself? If you determine to be a man, the -lack of opportunities will not keep you back. You will work and struggle -till you have overcome every obstacle. On the other hand, if you haven’t -this strong will within, all the opportunities in the world won’t make a -man of you. Indeed, there is such a thing as having too much assistance. -If you set out a tree, and keep forever handling it, and scratching -about it, and trying to help it grow, it won’t come to much. It needs a -little wholesome neglect to teach it to take care of itself. So, if a -man wants to produce a strong, rugged character, he mustn’t go into a -hothouse to do it. Such a thing won’t grow there. So far as I can judge, -Clinton, you are doing very well with your present opportunities. Make -the most of them, and I think you will get along as well as most boys in -the city, to say the least.” - -“But I don’t have much time to study,” added Clinton. - -“Many men have stored their minds with valuable information,” continued -his uncle, “in odd moments snatched from their labors. Two of the most -learned men, in many respects, that I ever met with, did this. One of -them is Elihu Burritt, the ‘Learned Blacksmith,’ who acquired more -languages at the anvil than I can remember the names of. The other is -Charles C. Frost, of Brattleboro’, Vermont, who deserves to be called -the ‘Learned Shoemaker.’ I must read you a short account of Mr. Frost, -to show you what can be done in _one hour a day_.” - -So saying, Mr. Davenport took down a volume from the bookcase, and read -as follows: - - “At fourteen years of age, Mr. Frost left school, and commenced - learning the trade of a shoemaker. He worked as an apprentice in - his father’s shop seven years, when he shortly after became - interested in the business of making and vending shoes, in a - neat and tasteful shoe store, on his own account. He early - evinced a love of mathematical science, and has displayed - talents of no ordinary character in its pursuit. He says, in a - letter which I have received from him: ‘I early imbibed a love - of study. I recollect my first acquisitions were in Arithmetic, - and that the results gave me the highest pleasure. When I - excelled other boys in the school, my progress was attributed by - them to some peculiar mathematical talent. But it was not so. I - boast of no genius. I attribute my success uniformly to more - study than others gave their lessons or work, and, perhaps, to a - greater _love_ of study.’ Mr. Frost has found time, not only to - become master of all existing forms of algebraic numbers, but is - also familiarly and thoroughly acquainted with Geometry, - Trigonometry and Astronomy. He is at home in the Modern Calculus - and in the Principia of Newton, where few of our learned - professors venture, or feel at ease. Indeed, in mathematical - science he has made so great attainments that it is doubtful - whether there can be found ten mathematicians in the United - States who are capable, in case of his own embarrassment, of - lending him any relief. Remember that we are speaking of a - self-taught scholar, and he no genius. Let me tell you how it - was done. He says: ‘When I went to my trade, at fourteen years - of age, I formed a resolution, which I have kept till - now,—extraordinary preventives only excepted,—that I would - faithfully devote _one hour each day_ to study, in some useful - branch of knowledge.’ Here is the secret of his success. He is - now forty-five years of age, and is a married man, the father of - three children; yet this _one-hour_ rule accompanies him to this - day. ‘The first book which fell into my hands,’ he says, ‘was - Hutton’s Mathematics, an English work of great celebrity, a - complete mathematical course, which I then commenced,—namely, at - fourteen. I finished it at nineteen, without an instructor. I - then took up those studies to which I could apply my knowledge - of Mathematics, as Mechanics and Mathematical Astronomy. I think - I can say that I possess, and have successfully studied, _all_ - the most approved English and American works on these subjects.’ - After this, he commenced Natural Philosophy and Physical - Astronomy. Then Chemistry, Geology, and Mineralogy, collecting - and arranging a cabinet. ‘Next Natural History,’ he says, - ‘engaged my attention, which I followed up with close - observations, gleaning my information from a great many sources. - The works that treat of them at large are rare and expensive. - But I have a considerable knowledge of Geology, Ornithology, - Entomology, and Conchology.’ Not only this; he has added to his - stores of knowledge the whole science of Botany, one of the most - extensive now pursued, and has made himself completely master of - it. He has made actual extensive surveys, in his own state, of - the trees, shrubs, herbs, ferns, mosses, lichens, and fungi. Mr. - Frost thinks that he may possess the _third_ best collection of - ferns in the United States. He has also turned his attention to - Meteorology, and devotes much of his time, as do also Olmstead, - Maury, Redfield, Smith, Loomis, Mitchell, and many others, to - acquire a knowledge of the law of storms, and the movements of - the erratic and extraordinary bodies in the air and heavens. He - has also been driven to the study of Latin, and reads it with - great freedom. He has read and owns most of the gifted poets, - and is, to a considerable extent, familiar with History; while - his miscellaneous reading has been very extensive. He says of - his books: ‘I have a library, which I divide into three - departments,—scientific, religious, literary,—comprising the - standard works published in this country, containing five or six - hundred volumes. I have purchased these books, from time to - time, with money saved for the purpose by some small - self-denials.’ - - “Here, then, we have an account—I assure you it is wholly - reliable—of one, a plain man of forty-five, who has made the - compass, so to speak, of the hill of science, studying his HOUR - a day, when the day’s labor was done, for more than thirty - consecutive years. He began this one-hour system when he was - fourteen years old. Behold the result! Here is a man with the - cares, business, and responsibilities of life on his hands, yet - a devoted, faithful, successful student; a man who is a profound - scholar, and yet a plain-spoken, humble, pious, laboring man, - residing still in his native village, far inland, supporting - himself by his trade and daily labor, while he is worthy of a - position as a teacher in one of the best institutions of - learning in the land.”[4] - -Footnote 4: - - “Dreams and Realities in the Life of a Pastor and Teacher.” - 1856. - -“There,” resumed Mr. Davenport, closing the book, “you see what a man -can do in only one hour a day, diligently improved. Don’t you think you -might manage to devote that amount of time to study, Clinton?” - -“Yes, sir, I suppose I could,” replied Clinton. - -“Do you suppose every body could learn as much as Mr. Frost knows, if -they should try as hard?” inquired Whistler. - -“I suppose any man of fair natural powers, who should study as earnestly -and perseveringly as he did, would be about as successful,” replied Mr. -Davenport. “But, after all, we must aim at something higher than -success. We cannot all be great, or learned, or rich, or eloquent; but -we can all be what is better,—we can be good men and women. Indeed, -without a good character, all other gifts and acquirements only make a -man the more dangerous. And character, you know, is formed by little and -little. It is the result of a great multitude of little thoughts, and -acts, and emotions, all spun together into a complete fabric. Did you -ever go into a ropewalk, Clinton?” - -“Yes, sir; Willie and I went through the ropewalk in the Navy Yard,” -replied Clinton. - -[Illustration] - -“Well,” resumed his uncle, “the process of making character is something -like making a cable. First, there are the little fine fibres of hemp; a -great mass of these, twisted together, become yarn; several yarns make a -strand; three strands make a rope; and three ropes make a small cable. A -fibre of hemp is a very small and weak affair; but twist enough of them -together, and they will hold the largest ship in the gale. So the little -trifling acts and habits of the child seem very insignificant; but, -by-and-by, when they are spun into character, they will become as strong -as cables. Look out now, boys, and see that the little fibres, and -yarns, and strands, are all right; and in due time the great ropes and -cables will appear, and will hold the anchor fast, when you are -overtaken by the storms of life. - -“There, I have spun you out quite a speech; and a pretty eloquent one, -too!—eh, Whistler? Well, the fact is, I’ve been addressing a jury this -afternoon, and I haven’t had time to shake the kinks of oratory out of -my tongue, yet. Ettie, darling, did my fine speech put you to sleep? -Never mind,—don’t disturb her. We shall have to follow her example -before long, if we mean to see Clinton off in the morning.” - -The family retired at an early hour; and the next morning Clinton bade -them good-by, and set out for Brookdale. - - - - - THE END. - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - New and Popular Series for Boys and Girls. - - -------------- - - THE AIMWELL STORIES; - - A SERIES OF VOLUMES, ILLUSTRATIVE OF YOUTHFUL CHARACTER, - AND COMBINING INSTRUCTION WITH AMUSEMENT. - - BY WALTER AIMWELL, - - Author of “The Boy’s Own Guide,” “Boy’s Book of Morals and Manners,” &c. - - WITH NUMEROUS ILLUSTRATIONS. - - -------------- - -The volumes will contain about 300 pages, 16mo, each, bound in cloth, -with gilt backs. Price 63 cents. - -☞ Each volume will be complete and independent of itself, but the series -will be connected together by a partial identity of characters, -localities, &c. - -The first four volumes of this series are now ready. 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It will improve your knowledge and amuse you during long -winter nights.—_Methodist Prot._ - -It is worth much more than many a larger and more pretentious volume, -for giving a daguerreotype of things abroad.—_Congregationalist._ - -A beautiful book for young people, unlike any thing we have ever -seen.—_Ch. Ob._ - -Most interesting book that can be put into the hands of the -young.—_Olive Branch._ - -The best book of foreign travel for youth to be found in the whole range -of American literature.—_Buffalo Morning Express._ - - -THE ISLAND HOME; or, the Young Castaways. By CHRISTOPHER ROMAUNT, ESQ. - With Elegant Illustrations. 75 cts. - -The best and prettiest book for boys that we have lately seen.—_Boston -Post._ - -A stirring and unique work. It will interest the _juvenile men_ -vastly.—_Olive Br._ - -Delightful narrative of the adventures of six boys who put to sea in an -open boat, and were drifted to a desert island, where they lived in the -manner of Robinson Crusoe.—_N.Y. 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Translated from the German of Biernatzski, by - Mrs. GEORGE P. MARSH. With a Biographical Sketch of the Author. 12mo, - cloth. $1.00. - -The author of this work was the grand-son of an exiled Polish nobleman, -His own portrait is understood to be drawn in one of the characters of -the Tale, and indeed the whole work has a substantial foundation in -fact. As a revelation of an entire new phase of human society, it will -strongly remind the reader of Miss Bremer’s tales. In originality and -brilliancy of imagination, it is not inferior to those;—its aim is far -higher. The elegance of Mrs. Marsh’s translation will at once arrest the -attention of every competent judge. - - - AMOS LAWRENCE. - - -------------- - -DIARY AND CORRESPONDENCE OF THE LATE AMOS LAWRENCE; with a brief account - of some Incidents in his Life. Edited by his son, WILLIAM R. LAWRENCE, - M. D. With fine steel Portraits of AMOS and ABBOTT LAWRENCE, an - Engraving of their Birth-place, a Fac-simile page of Mr. Lawrence’s - Handwriting. Octavo, cloth, $1.50. Royal duodecimo edition, $1.00. - -This work was first published in an elegant octavo volume, and sold at -the unusually low price of $1.50. At the solicitation of numerous -benevolent individuals who were desirous of circulating the work—so -remarkably adapted to do good, especially to young men—GRATUITOUSLY, and -of giving those of moderate means, of every class, an opportunity of -possessing it, the royal duodecimo, or “CHEAP EDITION,” was issued, -varying from the other edition, only in a reduction in the SIZE -(allowing less margin), and the THICKNESS of the paper. - -Within six months after the first publication of this work, TWENTY-TWO -THOUSAND copies had been sold. It is the memoir of a Boston merchant, -who became distinguished for his great wealth, but more distinguished -for the manner in which he used it. It is the memoir of a man, who -commencing business with only $20, gave away in public and private -charities, DURING HIS LIFETIME, more, probably, than any other person in -America. - -“We heard it once said in the pulpit, ‘There is no work of art like a -noble life,’ and for that reason he who has achieved one takes rank with -the great artists, and becomes the world’s property. WE ARE PROUD OF -THIS BOOK. WE ARE WILLING TO LET IT GO FORTH TO OTHER LANDS AS A -SPECIMEN OF WHAT AMERICA CAN PRODUCE. In the old world, reviewers have -called Barnum THE characteristic American man. We are willing enough to -admit that he is a characteristic American man; he is ONE fruit of our -soil, but Amos Lawrence is another. Let our country have credit for him -also. THE GOOD EFFECT WHICH THIS LIFE MAY HAVE IN DETERMINING THE COURSE -OF YOUNG MEN TO HONOR AND VIRTUE IS INCALCULABLE.”—MRS. STOWE, IN N. Y. -INDEPENDENT. - -“This book, besides being of a different class from most Biographies, -has another peculiar charm. It shows the inside life of the man. You -have, as it were, a peep behind the curtain, and see Mr. Lawrence as he -went in and out among business men, as he appeared on ’Change, as he -received his friends, as he poured out, ‘with liberal hand and generous -heart,’ his wealth for the benefit of others, as he received the -greetings and salutations of children, and as he appeared in the bosom -of his family, at his own hearth-stone.”—BRUNSWICK TELEGRAPH. - -“We are glad to know that our large business houses are purchasing -copies of this work for each of their numerous clerks. As a business -man, Mr. Lawrence was a pattern for the young clerk.”—BOSTON TRAVELLER. - -“We are thankful for the volume before us. It exhibits a charity noble -and active, while the young merchant was still poor. And above all, it -reveals to us a beautiful cluster of sister graces, a keen sense of -honor, integrity which never knew the shadow of suspicion, candor in the -estimate of character, filial piety, rigid fidelity in every domestic -relation.”—NORTH AMERICAN REVIEW. - -“We are glad that American Biography has been enriched by such a -contribution to its treasures. In all that composes the career of ‘the -good man’ and the practical Christian, we have read few memoirs more -full of instruction, or richer in lessons of wisdom and -virtue.”—NATIONAL INTELLIGENCER. - -“A more beautifully printed volume, or one calculated to do more good, -has not been issued from the press of late years.”—EVENING GAZETTE. - -“This volume has been read with the deepest interest. It will be widely -circulated, will certainly prove a standard work, and be read over and -over again.”—BOSTON DAILY ADVERTISER. - - - CHAMBERS’S WORKS. - - -------------- - -CHAMBERS’S CYCLOPEDIA OF ENGLISH LITERATURE. A Selection of the choicest - productions of English Authors, from the earliest to the present time. - Connected by a Critical and Biographical History. Forming two large - imperial octavo volumes of 1400 pages, double column letter-press; - with upwards of 300 elegant Illustrations. Edited by ROBERT CHAMBERS, - embossed cloth, 5,00. - -This work embraces about _one thousand authors_, chronologically -arranged and classed as Poets, Historians, Dramatists, Philosophers, -Metaphysicians, Divines, etc., with choice selections from their -writings, connected by a Biographical, Historical, and Critical -Narrative; thus presenting a complete view of English literature from -the earliest to the present time. Open where you will, you cannot fail -to find matter for profit and delight. The selections are gems—infinite -riches in a little room; “A WHOLE ENGLISH LIBRARY FUSED DOWN INTO ONE -CHEAP BOOK!” - -FROM W. H. PRESCOTT, AUTHOR OF “FERDINAND AND ISABELLA.” The plan of the -work is very judicious.... Readers cannot fail to profit largely by the -labors of the critic who has the talent and taste to separate what is -really beautiful and worthy of their study from what is superfluous. - -I concur in the foregoing opinion of Mr. Prescott.—EDWARD EVERETT. - -A work indispensable to the library of a student of English -literature.—WAYLAND. - -We hail with peculiar pleasure the appearance of this work.—_North Am. -Review._ - -It has been fitly described as “_a whole English library fused down into -one cheap book_.” The Boston edition combines neatness with -cheapness.—_N. Y. Com. Adv._ - -☞ The American edition contains additional likenesses of SHAKESPEARE, -ADDISON, BYRON; a full length portrait of DR. JOHNSON, and a beautiful -scenic representation of OLIVER GOLDSMITH and DR. JOHNSON. These -important additions, together with superior paper and binding, render -the American far superior to the English edition. The circulation of -this work has been immense, and its sale in this country still continues -unabated. - - - CHAMBERS’S WORKS - - -------------- - -CHAMBERS’S MISCELLANY OF USEFUL AND ENTERTAINING KNOWLEDGE. Edited by - WILLIAM CHAMBERS. With Elegant Illustrative Engravings. Ten volumes, - 16mo, cloth, 7,00. - -This work has been highly recommended by distinguished individuals, as -admirably adapted to Family, Sabbath, and District School Libraries. - -It would be difficult to find any miscellany superior or even equal to -it; it richly deserves the epithets “useful and entertaining,” and I -would recommend it very strongly as extremely well adapted to form parts -of a library for the young, or of a social or circulating library in -town or country.—GEORGE B. EMERSON, ESQ., CHAIRMAN BOSTON SCHOOL BOOK -COMMITTEE. - -I am gratified to have an opportunity to be instrumental in circulating -“Chambers’s Miscellany” among the schools for which I am -superintendent.—J. J. CLUTE, _Town. Sup. of Castleton, N. Y._ - -I am not acquainted with any similar collection in the English language -that can compare with it for purposes of instruction or amusement. I -should rejoice to see that set of books in every house in our -country.—REV. JOHN O. CHOULES, D. D. - -The information contained in this work is surprisingly great; and for -the fireside, and the young, particularly, it cannot fail to prove a -most valuable and entertaining companion.—_N. Y. Evangelist._ - -An admirable compilation. It unites the useful and entertaining.—_N. Y. -Com._ - - - CHAMBERS’S WORKS. - - -------------- - -CHAMBERS’S HOME BOOK AND POCKET MISCELLANY. Containing a Choice - Selection of Interesting and Instructive Reading for the Old and the - Young. Six vols. 16mo, cloth, 3,00. - -This work is considered fully equal, if not superior, to either of the -Chambers’s other works in interest, and, like them, contains a vast fund -of valuable information. Following somewhat the plan of the -“Miscellany,” it is admirably adapted to the school or the family -library, furnishing ample variety for every class of readers, both old -and young. - -We do not know how it is possible to publish so much good reading matter -at such a low price. We speak a good word for the literary excellence of -the stories in this work; we hope our people will introduce it into all -their families, in order to drive away the miserable flashy-trashy stuff -so often found in the hands of our young people of both -sexes.—_Scientific American._ - -Both an entertaining and instructive work, as it is a very cheap -one.—_Puritan Rec._ - -It cannot but have an extensive circulation.—_Albany Express._ - -Of all the series of cheap books, this promises to be the best.—_Bangor -Mercury._ - -If any person wishes to read for amusement or profit, to kill time or -improve it, get “Chambers’s Home Book.”—_Chicago Times._ - -The Chambers are confessedly the best caterers for popular and useful -reading in the world.—_Willis’s Home Journal._ - -A very entertaining, instructive, and popular work.—_N. Y. Commercial._ - -The articles are of that attractive sort which suits us in moods of -indolence when we would linger half way between wakefulness and sleep. -They require just thought and activity enough to keep our feet from the -land of Nod, without forcing us to run, walk, or even stand.—_Eclectic, -Portland._ - -It is just the thing to amuse a leisure hour, and at the same time -combines _instruction_ with amusement.—_Dover Inquirer._ - -Messrs. Chambers, of Edinburgh, have become famous wherever the English -language is spoken and read, for their interesting and instructive -publications. They combine _instruction_ with _amusement_, and -throughout they breathe a spirit of the purest morality.—_Chicago -Tribune._ - -CHAMBERS’S REPOSITORY OF INSTRUCTIVE AND AMUSING PAPERS. With - Illustrations. An entirely New Series, containing Original Articles. - p. 260, 16mo, cloth, per vol. 50 cents. - -The Messrs. Chambers have recently commenced the publication of this -work, under the title of “CHAMBERS’S REPOSITORY OF INSTRUCTIVE AND -AMUSING TRACTS,” similar in style, etc., to the “Miscellany,” which has -maintained an enormous circulation of more than _eighty thousand copies -in England_, and has already reached nearly the same in this country. -Arrangements have been made by the American publishers, to issue the -work simultaneously with the English edition, a volume every two months, -to continue until the whole series is completed. Each volume complete in -itself, and will be sold in sets or single volumes. - -☞ Commendatory Letters, Reviews, Notices, &c., of _each_ of Chambers’s -works, sufficient to make a good sized duodecimo volume, have been -received by the publishers, but room here will only allow giving a -specimen of the vast multitude at hand. They are all popular, and -contain valuable instructive and entertaining reading—such as should be -found in every family, school, and college library. - - - VALUABLE WORK. - -CYCLOPÆDIA OF ANECDOTES OF LITERATURE AND THE FINE ARTS. Containing a - copious and choice selection of Anecdotes of the various forms of - Literature, of the Arts, of Architecture, Engravings, Music, Poetry, - Painting, and Sculpture, and of the most celebrated Literary - Characters and Artists of different Countries and Ages, &c. By KAZLITT - ARVINE, A. M., Author of “Cyclopædia of Moral and Religious - Anecdotes.” With illustrations. 725 pages octavo, cloth, 3,00. - -This is unquestionably the choicest collection of anecdotes ever -published. It contains _three thousand and forty Anecdotes_, and such is -the wonderful variety, that it will be found an almost inexhaustible -fund of interest for every class of readers; and to public speakers, to -all classes of _literary_ and _scientific men_, to _artists, mechanics, -and others_, a perfect DICTIONARY, _for reference_. There are also more -than _one hundred and fifty fine Illustrations._ - -We know of no work which comprises so much valuable information in a -form so entertaining.—_N. Y. Chronicle._ - -Here is a perfect repository of the most choice and approved specimens -of this species of information. The work is replete with such -entertainment as is adapted to all grades of readers, the most or least -intellectual.—_Methodist Quarterly Magazine._ - -One of the most complete things of the kind ever given to the public. -There is scarcely a paragraph in the whole book which will not interest -some one deeply; for, while men of letters, argument, and art cannot -afford to do without its immense fund of sound maxims, pungent wit, apt -illustrations, and brilliant examples, the merchant, mechanic and -laborer will find it one of the choicest companions of the hours of -relaxation. “Whatever be the mood of one’s mind, and however limited the -time for reading, in the almost endless variety and great brevity of the -articles he can find something to suit his feelings, which he can begin -and end at once. It may also be made the very life of the social circle, -containing pleasant reading for all ages, at all times and -seasons.”—_Buffalo Com. Advertiser._ - -A well spring of entertainment, to be drawn from at any moment.—_Bangor -Whig._ - -A magnificent collection of anecdotes touching literature and the fine -arts.—_Albany Spectator._ - -The most comprehensive collection of anecdotes ever published.—_Salem -Gazette._ - -A publication of which there is little danger of speaking in too -flattering terms; a perfect Thesaurus of rare and curious information, -carefully selected and methodically arranged. A jewel of a book to lie -on one’s table, to snatch up in those brief moments of leisure that -could not be very profitably turned to account by recourse to any -connected work in any department of literature.—_Troy Budget._ - -No family ought to be without it for it is at once cheap, valuable, and -very interesting; containing matter compiled from all kinds of books, -from all quarters of the globe, from all ages of the world, and in -relation to every corporeal matter at all worthy of being remarked or -remembered.—_New Jersey Union._ - -A rich treasury of thought, and wit and learning, illustrating the -characteristics and peculiarities of many of the most distinguished -names in history.—_Phil. Chris. Obs._ - -The range of topics is very wide, relating to nature, religion, science, -and art; furnishing apposite illustrations for the preacher, the orator, -the Sabbath-school teacher, and the instructors of our common schools, -academies, and colleges. It is a valuable work for the fireside, -calculated to please and edify all classes.—_Zanesville Ch. Reg._ - -This is one of the most entertaining works for desultory reading we have -seen. We hardly know of any thing at once so instructive and -amusing.—_N. Y. Ch. Intel._ - - - THE CRUISE OF THE NORTH STAR: - - A NARRATIVE OF THE EXCURSION MADE BY MR. VANDERBILT’S PARTY, IN THE - STEAM YACHT, in her Voyage to England, Russia, Denmark, France, Spain, - Italy, Malta, Turkey, Madeira, etc. By Rev. JOHN OVERTON CHOULES, D. - D. With elegant Illustrations, and fine Likenesses of Commodore - Vanderbilt and Capt. Eldridge. 12mo, cloth, gilt backs and sides. - $1.50. - -The cruise of the North Star was an event of almost national concern, -and was watched with universal interest. This volume is as different -from ordinary books of travel as the cruise of the North Star was -different from an ordinary trip to Europe. We need not bespeak for it -many readers.—_Providence Jour._ - -The American people ought to be proud of, and grateful to, Cornelius -Vanderbilt. This man has done more than a dozen presidents to give -America a respected name in Europe. In the person of Cornelius -Vanderbilt, American enterprise told the people of Europe what it could -do. The desire to get this curious narrative was so great that the whole -of the first edition went off in two days!—_Star of the West._ - -Those who remember to have met with a very interesting work, published -some two years ago, entitled “Young Americans Abroad,” will be glad to -learn that here is another book of travels from the same source. Do you -say your shelves are all full of books of travel?—we reply, with Leigh -Hunt,—then put in another shelf, and place this one on it—_Methodist -Protestant._ - -The work is one of the most entertaining, and, in its way, vivid, -portraitures of scenes in the Old World, that we have ever seen.—_Boston -Transcript._ - -The book is in many respects as novel as the occasion which produced it -was unique and memorable. Both the accomplished author and the -publishers deserve the best thanks for so tasteful a record of a -performance which has reflected so much credit abroad upon American -enterprise.—_N. Y. Courier & Enquirer._ - -This work is interesting, not only as a memorial of the North Star, and -her trip to Europe, but also as a record of European travel, narrated in -a lively manner, by a gentleman whose taste and attainments eminently -qualify him for the task.—_New York Times._ - -Never before did a private individual make so magnificent an excursion -as Mr. Vanderbilt. Dr. Choules, who was one of his guests, has given to -the world a charming account of this unique voyage, in a beautifully -printed and illustrated volume. We commend it to our readers as a very -entertaining, well-written book.—_Zion’s Herald._ - -The book will be eagerly perused, as a record of one of the unique -occurrences of the age; is written with a kind of drawing-room, -etiquette-like style, is mellow in sentiment, and is wholly destitute of -that straining after the sublime, and stranding in the “high-falutin,” -that characterize the effusions of the tourist generally.—_Chicago -Advertiser._ - -This beautiful volume describes, in a chaste and readable manner, the -fortunes of the widely-known excursion of the princely New York -merchant and his family and guests. From the eclat of the voyage -itself, and the pleasant way of Dr. Choules’ account of it, we think -the book is destined to have—what it deserves—a very large -sale.—_Congregationalist._ - - - MY FIRST IMPRESSIONS - OF ENGLAND AND ITS PEOPLE. - -BY HUGH MILLER, author of “Old Red Sandstone,” “Footprints of the - Creator,” etc., with a fine likeness of the author. 12mo, 1,00. - -Let not the careless reader imagine, from the title of this book, that -it is a common book of travels, on the contrary, it is a very remarkable -one, both in design, spirit, and execution. The facts recorded, and the -views advanced in this book, are so fresh, vivid, and natural, that we -cannot but commend it as a treasure, both of information and -entertainment.—_Willis’s Home Journal._ - -This is a noble book, worthy of the author of the Footprints of the -Creator and the Old Red Sandstone, because it is seasoned with the same -power of vivid description, the same minuteness of observation, and -soundness of criticism, and the same genial piety. We have read it with -deep interest, and with ardent admiration of the author’s temper and -genius. It is almost impossible to lay the book down, even to attend to -more pressing matters. It is, without compliment or hyperbole, a most -delightful volume.—_N. Y. Commercial._ - -This is a most amusing and instructive book, by a master hand.—_Dem. -Rev._ - -The author of this work proved himself, in the Footprints of the -Creator, one of the most original thinkers and powerful writers of the -age. In the volume before us he adds new laurels to his reputation. -Whoever wishes to understand the character of the present race of -Englishmen, as contradistinguished from past generations; to comprehend -the workings of political, social, and religious agitation in the minds, -not of the nobility or gentry, but of the _people_, will discover that, -in this volume, he has found a treasure.—_Peterson’s Magazine._ - -His eyes were open to see, and his ears to hear, every thing; and, as -the result of what he saw and heard in “merrie” England, he has made one -of the most spirited and attractive volumes of travels and observations -that we have met with.—_Trav._ - -Hugh Miller is one of the most agreeable, entertaining, and instructive -writers of the age. We know of no work in England so full of adaptedness -to the age as this. It opens up clearly to view the condition of its -various classes, sheds new light into its social, moral, and religious -history, its geological peculiarities, and draws conclusions of great -value.—_Albany Spectator._ - -The author, one of the most remarkable men of the age, arranged for this -journey into England, expecting to “lodge in humble cottages, and wear a -humble dress, and see what was to be seen by humble men only,—society -without its mask.” Such an observer might be expected to bring to view a -thousand things unknown, or partially known before; and abundantly does -he fulfil this expectation. It is one of the most absorbing books of the -time.—_Portland Ch. Mirror._ - - ------- - - NEW WORK. - MY SCHOOLS AND SCHOOLMASTERS; - OR THE STORY OF MY EDUCATION. - -BY HUGH MILLER, author of “Footprints of the Creator,” “Old Red - Sandstone,” “First Impressions of England,” etc. 12mo, cl. - -This is a personal narrative of a deeply interesting and instructive -character, concerning one of the most remarkable men of the age. No one -who purchases this book will have occasion to regret it, our word for -it! - - - A PILGRIMAGE TO EGYPT; - EMBRACING A DIARY OF EXPLORATIONS ON THE NILE, - -WITH OBSERVATIONS, illustrative of the Manners, Customs, and - Institutions of the People, and of the present condition of the - Antiquities and Ruins. By J. V. C. SMITH, M. D., Editor of the Boston - Medical and Surgical Journal. With numerous elegant Engravings. 1,25. - -There is a lifelike interest in the narratives and descriptions of Dr. -Smith’s pen, which takes you along with the traveller, so that when he -closes a chapter you feel that you have reached an inn, where you will -rest for a while; and then, with a refreshed mind, you will be ready to -move on again, in a journey full of fresh and instructive incidents and -explorations.—_Ch. Witness._ - -Every page of the volume is entertaining and instructive, and even those -who are well read in Egyptian manners, customs, and scenery, cannot fail -to find something new.—_Mercantile Journal._ - -This volume is neither a re-hash of guide books, nor a condensed -mensuration of heights and distances from works on Egyptian antiquities. -It contains the daily observations of a most intelligent traveller, -whose descriptions bring to the reader’s eye the scenes he witnessed. We -have read many books on Egypt, some of them full of science and -learning, and some of wit and frolic, but _none which furnished so clear -an idea of Egypt as it is_,—of its ruins as they now are, and of its -people as they now live and move.—_Watchman and Reflector._ - -One of the most agreeable books of travel which have been published for -a long time.—_Daily Advertiser._ - -It is readable, attractive, and interesting. You seem to be travelling -with him, and seeing the things which he sees.—_Bunker Hill Aurora._ - -We see what Egypt was; we see what Egypt is; and with prophetic -endowment we see what it is yet to be. It is a charming book, not -written for antiquarians and the learned, but for the _million_, and by -the million it will be read.—_Congregationalist._ - -Mr. Smith is one of the sprightliest authors in America, and this work -is worthy of his pen. He is particularly happy in presenting the comical -and grotesque side of objects.—_Commonwealth._ - -The reader may be sure of entertainment in such a land, under the -guidance of such an observer as Dr. Smith, and will be surprised, when -he has accompanied him through the tour, at the vivid impression which -he retains of persons, and places, and incidents.—_Salem Gazette._ - -This is really one of the most entertaining books upon Egypt that we -have met with.—_Albany Argus._ - -One of the most complete and perfect books of the kind ever -published.—_Diadem._ - -Of all the books we have read on Egypt, we prefer this. It goes ahead of -Stephens’s. Reader, obtain a copy for yourself.—_Trumpet._ - -The author is a keen observer, and describes what he observes with a -graphic pen. The volume abounds in vivid descriptions of the -manners, customs, and institutions of the people visited, the -present condition of the ancient ruins, accompanied by a large -number of illustrations.—_Courier._ - -SCRIPTURE NATURAL HISTORY; Containing a Descriptive Account of - Quadrupeds, Birds, Fishes, Insects, Reptiles, Serpents, Plants, Trees, - Minerals, Gems, and Precious Stones, mentioned in the Bible. By - WILLIAM CARPENTER, London; with Improvements, by REV. GORHAM D. - ABBOTT. Illustrated by numerous Engravings. Also, Sketches of - Palestine. 12mo, cloth, 1,00. - - - THE CAPTIVE IN PATAGONIA; - OR LIFE AMONG THE GIANTS. - By BENJAMIN F. BOURNE. With Illustrations. 12mo, cloth, 85 cts. - -This work, by Captain Bourne,—who was taken captive and retained three -months by the Patagonians,—gives an account of his capture and final -escape; a description of this strange people; their manners, customs, -habits, pursuits; the country, its soil productions, etc., of which -little or nothing has heretofore been known. ☞ A work of thrilling -interest, and of instruction to every class of readers. - -Any book, descriptive of a country which is almost like fable land to -the civilized world, must possess great interest; but this work, besides -having _this_ attraction, is written with much vigor and spirit, and is -replete with a variety of interesting facts, descriptive of the manners, -customs, character, etc., of the Patagonians.—_Sav. Jour._ - -A work of thrilling interest, and bids fair to be another Uncle Tom’s -Cabin. Captain Bourne is well known and highly respected in this -community; and the narrative of his strange adventures, startling and -romantic as they may seem, can be relied upon as strictly -true.—_Nantucket Eagle._ - -We have seldom read a work of such intense interest.—_N. H. Sentinel._ - -This is a narrative of great interest—_Phil. Ch. Observer._ - -We question whether the scenes, trials, hardships, adventures, etc., -could have been more vividly drawn had they emanated from the pen of an -IRVING or a COOPER.—_Rutland (Vt.) Herald._ - -The author is known as a respectable man, and one of high integrity; and -from his own experience has given particulars of the manners, customs, -habits, and pursuits of the natives. It is a thrilling narrative, and as -exciting as Typee.—_Newport Merc._ - -No work of romance can exceed to enchain the mind and awaken -interest.—_Cong._ - -Seldom, if ever, have we perused a work with so intense an interest. No -work of romance can excel it in power to enchant the mind, and awaken a -nervous desire to possess the valuable information which it -communicates.—_Amherst Express._ - -Having begun it one evening, we would not quit until the book had been -finished.—_Montpelier Journal._ - -Uncle Tom may stand aside for the present. Mrs. Stowe may herself, as -well as her readers, listen to the tale of a New Bedford sailor. His -narrative is one that cannot fail to move both to smiles and -tears,—containing touches of the broadest and most genial humor, as well -as passages of simple pathos, which dissolve the soul in sympathy.—_B. -H. Aurora._ - -Possessing all the interest of real adventure, with all the -attractiveness of romance, we do not wonder at its popularity.—_Boston -Atlas._ - -We have never before perused any personal narrative that has interested -us as this one.—_Fountain and Journal, Me._ - -We have scarcely been able to leave its attractive pages. If the reader -wishes to be amused, instructed, delighted, and benefited, he cannot do -better than to procure a copy.—_Gardiner Evening Transcript._ - -THE HISTORY OF BANKING; with a Comprehensive Account of the Origin, - Rise, and Progress of the Banks of England, Ireland, and Scotland. By - WILLIAM JOHN LAWSON. First American Edition. Revised, with numerous - additions. By J. SMITH HOMANS, Editor of Bankers’ Magazine. 1 vol. - octavo, 2,00. - -☞ A novel book, yet interesting and instructive; containing anecdotes of -men who have figured largely in the business, cases of forgeries, -counterfeits, detections, trials, etc. - - - WORKS JUST ISSUED. - - -------------- - -VISITS TO EUROPEAN CELEBRITIES. By WILLIAM B. SPRAGUE, D. D. 12mo, - cloth. $1.00. - -It consists of a series of Personal Sketches, DRAWN FROM LIFE, of many -of the most distinguished men and women of Europe, with whom the author -became acquainted in the course of several European tours. They are -portrayed as the author saw them in their own homes, and under the most -advantageous circumstances. Accompanying the sketches are the AUTOGRAPHS -of each of the personages described. This unique feature of the work -adds in no small degree to its attractions. For the social circle, for -the traveller by railroad and steamboat, for all who desire to be -refreshed and not wearied by reading, the book will prove to be a most -agreeable companion. The public press, of all shades of opinion, north -and south, have given it a most flattering reception. - -THE STORY OF THE CAMPAIGN. A Complete Narrative of the War in Southern - Russia. Written in a Tent in the Crimea. By Major E. BRUCE HAMLEY, - author of “Lady Lee’s Widowhood.” With a new Map, expressly for the - work. 12mo. Thick. Printed paper covers. 37½ cents. - -CONTENTS.—The Rendezvous; The Movement to the Crimea; First Operations -in the Crimea; Battle of the Alma; The Battle-field; The Katcha and the -Balbek; The Flank March; Occupation of Balaklava; The Position before -Sebastopol; Commencement of the Siege; Attack on Balaklava; First Action -of Inkerman; Battle of Inkerman; Winter on the Plains; Circumspective; -The Hospitals on the Bosphorus; Exculpatory; Progress of the Siege; -Burial Truce; View of the Works. - -It is the only connected and continuous narrative of the War in Europe -that has yet appeared. The author is an officer of rank in the British -army, and has borne an active part in the campaign; he has also won a -brilliant reputation as an author. By his profession of arms, by his -actual participation in the conflict, and by his literary abilities, he -is qualified in a rare degree for the task he has undertaken. 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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms -of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online -at <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a>. If you -are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the -country where you are located before using this eBook. -</div> - -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: Whistler</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:0; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:1em;'>or, The Manly Boy</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Walter Aimwell</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: March 27, 2022 [eBook #67723]</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</p> - <p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em; text-align:left'>Produced by: Richard Hulse, Barry Abrahamsen, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.)</p> -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WHISTLER ***</div> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/cover.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p><span class='small'>The cover image was created by the transcriber and is placed in the public domain.</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div> - <h1 class='c000'>Whistler; or, the Manly Boy</h1> -</div> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c001' /> -</div> -<div id='frontis' class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i000.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>THE FOREST PICNIC. (<i>See page <a href='#Page_123'>123</a>.</i>)</p> -</div> -</div> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c002' /> -</div> -<div id='titlepg' class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i000a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>The<br />Aimwell<br />Stories.<br /><br /><span class='sc'>By</span><br />Walter Aimwell.<br /><br />Whistler<br /><br />TAKE HEED WILL SURELY SPEED<br /><br />Gould & Lincoln</p> -</div> -</div> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='c004'><span class="blackletter">The Aimwell Stories.</span></span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c005' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c006'> - <div><span class='c007'>WHISTLER;</span></div> - <div class='c003'>OR,</div> - <div class='c003'><span class='xxlarge'><span class="gs6">THE MANLY BOY.</span></span></div> - <div class='c003'>BY</div> - <div class='c003'><span class='xlarge'><span class="gs4">WALTER AIMWELL,</span></span></div> - <div class='c008'>AUTHOR OF “OSCAR,” “CLINTON,” “ELLA,” ETC.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='sans'> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div>WITH ILLUSTRATIONS.</div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div class='c006'><span class='xlarge'><span class="gs6">BOSTON:</span></span></div> - <div><span class='xlarge'><span class="gs6">GOULD AND LINCOLN,</span></span></div> - <div><span class='small'><span class="gs4">59 WASHINGTON STREET.</span></span></div> - <div class='c001'><span class="gs2">NEW YORK: SHELDON, BLAKEMAN & CO.</span></div> - <div><span class="gs2">CINCINNATI: GEORGE S. BLANCHARD.</span></div> - <div>1857.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c002'> - <div><span class='small'>Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1856, by</span></div> - <div><span class='large'><span class="gs4">GOULD AND LINCOLN,</span></span></div> - <div>In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts.</div> - <div class='c006'>Electro-Stereotyped by</div> - <div><span class="gs2">G. J. STILES & COMPANY,</span></div> - <div>23 Congress Street, Boston.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c002' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_iii'>iii</span> - <h2 class='c009'>PREFACE.</h2> -</div> -<hr class='c010' /> -<p class='c011'><span class='sc'>The</span> object of this book is to portray the -character of the <span class='fss'>MANLY BOY</span>—a character -that never fails to inspire love and esteem, -if only it be natural and genuine. That a -youth may still be a real boy in his tastes, -his pursuits, and his feelings,—as every -young lad certainly ought to be,—and yet -exhibit something of true manliness in his -spirit and deportment, will, it is hoped, be -made manifest to the youngest mind, in the -story of <span class='sc'>Whistler</span>.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_iv'>iv</span> - <h2 class='c009'>ADVERTISEMENT.</h2> -</div> -<hr class='c010' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div>“PRECEPTS MAY LEAD, BUT EXAMPLES DRAW.”</div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c012' /> -<p class='c011'>“<span class='sc'>The Aimwell Stories</span>” are designed to portray some of -the leading phases of juvenile character, and to point out their -tendencies to future good and evil. This they undertake to do, -by describing the quiet, natural scenes and incidents of every-day -life, in city and country, at home and abroad, at school and -upon the play-ground, rather than by resorting to romantic -adventures and startling effects. While their main object is to -persuade the young to lay well the foundations of their characters, -to win them to the ways of virtue, and to incite them to -good deeds and noble aims, the attempt is also made to mingle -amusing, curious, and useful information with the moral lessons -conveyed. It is hoped that the volumes will thus be made -attractive and agreeable, as well as instructive, to the youthful -reader.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Each volume of the “Aimwell Stories” will be complete and -independent of itself, although a connecting thread will run -through the whole series. The order of the volumes, so far as -completed, is as follows:</p> - -<table class='table0' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='7%' /> -<col width='92%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c014'>I.</td> - <td class='c015'><span class='sc'>Oscar; or, the Boy who had his Own Way.</span></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c014'>II.</td> - <td class='c015'><span class='sc'>Clinton; or, Boy-Life in the Country.</span></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c014'>III.</td> - <td class='c015'><span class='sc'>Ella; or, Turning over a New Leaf.</span></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c014'>IV.</td> - <td class='c015'><span class='sc'>Whistler; or, the Manly Boy.</span></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c014'>V.</td> - <td class='c015'><span class='sc'>Marcus; or, the Boy-Tamer.</span> (<i>In Preparation.</i>)</td> - </tr> -</table> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_v'>v</span> - <h2 class='c009'>CONTENTS.</h2> -</div> -<hr class='c010' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='large'>CHAPTER I.</span></div> - <div class='c001'>A VACATION JOURNEY.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<table class='table1' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='86%' /> -<col width='13%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c016'> </td> - <td class='c017'><span class='small'>PAGE</span></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c016'>The last bell—The man who was too late—Underway—Going down the harbor—Whistler—How he came by his name—Mr. Preston—Ella and Emily—Supper—Scrabbling and rudeness—An overheard remark—How American voracity strikes a foreigner—Whistler’s resolution—Turning in—The berths—The boot-black—Lying awake—Morning naps—The river—Pleasant scenery—Breakfast at the tavern—The stage-coach ride—Cross Roads—Clinton—The journey’s end,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#Page_17'>17</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div>CHAPTER II.</div> - <div class='c001'>LOOKING ABOUT.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<table class='table1' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='86%' /> -<col width='13%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c016'>The Davenport family—Whistler’s cousins—Surveying the premises—The house—The shop—Tools—Clinton’s skill—The barn—Rye—Verdancy—The swine—Clinton’s fowls—How he managed them—The patch of corn—A partnership proposed—The other side of the account—The kitchen garden—Working on shares—The secret of Clinton’s success—His studies—The ducks and their home—Geography of Brookdale—Map of the town,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#Page_28'>28</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_vi'>vi</span>CHAPTER III.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<table class='table1' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='86%' /> -<col width='13%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c016'>Clinton’s chamber—The furniture—The writing-desk—The library—The schooner—Pictures—Lessons suspended—Plans about work—Morning—Milking—A talk about the cows—Daisy’s uneasiness—Conversation suspended—Breakfast—Impromptu rhymes—Clinton’s favorite song—The turkeys and hens—Weeding—Witch-grass—Difficulty of exterminating it—An imagined moral—A habit of Whistler’s father—The toad—A cruel act—Ending his misery—Whistler’s thoughtlessness—Toads not poisonous—The good they do—How the boys serve them—Tame toads—How they eat—“Spitting fire” a vulgar notion—How the toad disposes of his old coat—Clinton’s authority for his statement—The morning’s work completed,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#Page_41'>41</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div>CHAPTER IV.</div> - <div class='c001'>AN AFTERNOON’S EXCURSION.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<table class='table1' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='86%' /> -<col width='13%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_vii'>vii</span>A walk—The Prestons—A strawberry party—The swamp—Ella’s timidity—Snakes—Foolish prejudices—Poison ivy—The woodbine—Difference between them—How Whistler fastened it in his mind—The law of the association of ideas—A poison vine found—Temerity and timidity—Susceptibility to poison—Poison dogwood—Its effects—Description of the plant—Poisonous plants do not bear beautiful flowers—The strawberry patch—Poor picking—The boys go further—Woods and hills—Bald Peak—A fine view—How far one can see in Boston—The other side of the hills—The report of a gun—A solitary place—A sportsman—Scaring the game—A rough salutation—An ill-favored fellow—A few questions—The man’s lameness—His account of himself—A favor asked—A difficulty—A secret divulged—Clinton’s promise—A threat—They separate—What Clinton knew about the man—Driving the cows home,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#Page_56'>56</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div>CHAPTER V.</div> - <div class='c001'>THE ACCIDENT.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<table class='table1' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='86%' /> -<col width='13%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c016'>A rainy day—The hay-cutter—Blood—A mutilated finger—The missing piece—The first outburst of grief—The tip replaced—Sympathy—The doctor—Encouraging words—The case of instruments—Sewing the piece on—Whistler’s heroic endurance of pain—Praise—Directions—The fire—A sad loss—The missing horse—The work of a villain—Suspicions—Tom Walker—The public security diminished—A visit to the ruins—The two babies—A good retort—How the finger got along—Writing home—An unpleasant duty—An intimation of carelessness—Whistler’s sensitiveness—Clinton’s defence—His device for making the hay-cutter safe—Its successful operation—The letter mailed—Going to bed—Some speculations about Dick Sneider—Suspicions—A restless night,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#Page_74'>74</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div>CHAPTER VI.</div> - <div class='c001'>A LITERARY ENTERPRISE.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<table class='table1' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='86%' /> -<col width='13%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_viii'>viii</span>Whistler’s wounded finger—Threshing—A dialogue wanted—A proposal—The picnic—Declamation—Hunting for a subject—Poor success—A new idea—The dialogue completed—The story on which it was founded—The quarrel—A surprise—The master’s reproof—The mutual flogging—Satisfaction—Forced reconciliation—The “kiss of peace”—Laughter and shame—Arrangements for a rehearsal—Spouting Hollow—A talk with Mr. Davenport about the dialogue—He reads it—The boys’ suspense—His opinion of its literary merits—His objections to it—The fighting scene—Moral influence of such spectacles—Difference between written descriptions and stage performances of obnoxious scenes—Errors of the teacher—The general effect bad—Chagrin and disappointment—An unguarded remark—Whistler’s spirit aroused—Another trial—A subject found—The task finished—The rehearsal,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#Page_89'>89</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div>CHAPTER VII.</div> - <div class='c001'>THE INCENDIARY.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<table class='table1' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='86%' /> -<col width='13%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c016'>Driving a nail—How to prevent splitting—Wetting nails—Mr. Walker’s arrival—News—The stolen horse found—The suspected rogue—Clinton’s disclosures—Mr. Walker’s temper—A furious outbreak—Mrs. Davenport’s interference—Mitigating circumstances—Whistler’s courage reviving—Clinton’s threat—The folly of flying into a passion—Tears—Mr. Davenport—His regrets—Whistler’s generous confession—One of Clinton’s failings—His defence—Want of reflection—Thinking an action right does not make it so—Searching questions—Compulsory promises—They are binding, if right in themselves—Wrong promises not binding—The rule applied—Clinton convicted—Consequences of not thinking—A volunteer defence—The heads of the “brief”—The judgment softened—The lost horse—The lesson,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#Page_107'>107</a></td> - </tr> -</table> -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_ix'>ix</span></div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div>CHAPTER VIII.</div> - <div class='c001'>THE FOREST PICNIC.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<table class='table1' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='86%' /> -<col width='13%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c016'>An early turn out—Morning work—Starting for the picnic—The church—The rendezvous—The procession—The forest road—The falls—The grove—A talk about Oscar—His letter—Account of his history—Games and amusements—Preparations for speaking—The log cabin—Its interior—The exercises—The dialogue of “The Rival Speakers”—A dispute—They both begin—Interruptions—Ludicrous imitations—A coincidence—More beginnings and interruptions—Coaxings—How the Irishman and his wife divided the house—Tom’s withdrawal—Sam’s impudence—His breakdown—Inglorious retreat—The authors’ suspense—Their triumph—The intermission—Congratulations—Mr. Walker—His commendation—His apology—How the boys received it—Burdens removed—Injuries sink deeper than apologies—The dinner—Speeches—Going a blueberrying—The ride home—Five miles of talk—Silence—What Clinton was thinking of—His question proposed—Why it was not proposed sooner—Mr. Davenport’s explanation—A distinction—Sam’s character—Clinton satisfied—Arrival home,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#Page_122'>122</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div>CHAPTER IX.</div> - <div class='c001'>THE MIDNIGHT ATTACK.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<table class='table1' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='86%' /> -<col width='13%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_x'>x</span>A shrunken arm—Importance of exercise—An exciting discovery—Slaughter of the fowls—An ungracious crow—Curiosity excited—Speculations—Depredations of skunks—Lack of vigilance—A bounty offered—Burying the dead—Something about skunks—The trap—The wolf and deer—Chased by a wolf—The wolf and the sheep—Bears—A trip to the logging camp—Uncle Tim’s story—Depredations in the cornfield—The trap unsuccessful—Watching for the beast—His tragic end—Bruin and the boy—A juvenile hero—A neighborly visit—Wild-cats—Two kinds—A fight with a wild-cat—A walk to Mr. Preston’s—His opinion of the affair—Ella’s timidity—Quizzing—The nooning—Clinton not much affected by his loss—How a man may gain by his losses—Mr. Davenport’s experience—Our happiness not dependent on money—Our stewardship—Clinton’s money not his own—Debt due his parents—Their legal claim upon his earnings—Man’s dependence—Clinton’s pecuniary loss—His accounts—His profits—Setting the trap,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#Page_143'>143</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div>CHAPTER X.</div> - <div class='c001'>THE HOMEWARD TRIP.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<table class='table1' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='86%' /> -<col width='13%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c016'>Why the wild-cat was not caught—A long storm—The dissected map—How it was made—A pleasant and profitable diversion—Preparations for going home—The trap returned—Whistler’s attachment for his Brookdale friends—The hour of parting—The ride to the Cross Roads—The stage coach—The train—The locomotive—Clinton’s knowledge of steam engines—View from the car windows—A talk about a cross engineer—Bad and good traits—The engineer’s responsibility—Who takes the credit, and who the blame—Some of the engineer’s duties—High speed—What a locomotive might do without a master—A runaway engine, and how it was stopped—Another runaway—A frightful race—Fortunate termination—Tediousness of railroad travelling—Attention attracted by the train—The boys on the water—The dog, horse, sheep, cow, &c.—Arrival at Boston—Ralph,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#Page_166'>166</a></td> - </tr> -</table> -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_xi'>xi</span></div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div>CHAPTER XI.</div> - <div class='c001'>THE CITY HOME.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<table class='table1' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='86%' /> -<col width='13%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c016'>Morning—First impressions—Bouncer—Whistler’s frolic and talk with him—Bouncer’s message to Clinton—The view from the windows—Blocks of buildings—Description of Whistler’s home—His chamber—How it was furnished—Whistler’s father—A loud summons—A quiet joke—The dining-room—Breakfast—Conversation—Boston sights—Three strange rules for a country boy—Clinton’s perplexity—Whistler’s attempt to relieve him—Mr. Davenport’s early “greenness”—His brother’s rebukes—His reply—Clinton’s decision—City greenhorns—Whistler and the cows—A good rejoinder—Ettie’s queer question—A talk about cows—Mr. Davenport’s twofold motive—The golden mean,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#Page_179'>179</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div>CHAPTER XII.</div> - <div class='c001'>ROMANCE AND REALITY.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<table class='table1' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='86%' /> -<col width='13%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_xii'>xii</span>A day’s ramble about town—Strange sights and sounds—Fatigue—The alarm of fire—Where it came from—General indifference to it—The fire engine—The boys at home—Ettie and her dissected map—Queer transformations—Description of the fire-alarm telegraph—The signal stations—The central office—How the bells are struck—Its value—Mr. Davenport’s questions—His fatigue—A comparison between city and country workers—Whistler’s anticipated farm—Playful retort—Romance of the farm—All men not made for farmers—Other pursuits necessary—The great mistake—A dry but important subject—Clinton’s choice of a profession—Why he would like to be a merchant—Romantic notions of mercantile life—The other side—Practical application—The summing up—A few first principles of political economy—A legal opinion without a fee,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#Page_191'>191</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div>CHAPTER XIII.</div> - <div class='c001'>SIGHT-SEEING.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<table class='table1' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='86%' /> -<col width='13%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c016'>School—The tramp begun—Dogs—The dog-cart—The image dealer—The released bird—An unnecessary piece of information—How received—The invitation—The birds—A surprise—The Common—A beautiful scene—The fountain—View of it—Its various jets—Vast quantity of water required to feed it—Changing the jet—The great elm—A new acquaintance—A proposal accepted—The State House—A journey to its top—The lantern—A magnificent view—The descent—Clinton’s wanderings in unknown regions—A discovery—How he happened to get turned round—Safe arrival—A laugh over the adventure—The distracted Quaker—The bewildered boy,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#Page_206'>206</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div>CHAPTER XIV.</div> - <div class='c001'>SCHOOL TRIALS.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<table class='table1' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='86%' /> -<col width='13%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_xiii'>xiii</span>Whistler’s first day at school—Unhappy recollections—A severe disappointment—Interview with his father—Why Whistler did not get into the high school—He is acquitted of blame—His reluctance to return to his old school—His character as a scholar—A failure the first day—Mortification—A commission from the teacher—Its acceptance—Clinton’s puzzle—The drawings commenced—A difficult task—Whistler’s ambition aroused—Clinton’s visit to the school—An insulting nickname proposed for a new scholar—Whistler’s interference in his behalf—He is himself attacked—His self-control—What David had to take—A kind word from Whistler—A challenge—How Whistler treated it—The young bully’s cowardice exposed—The school exercises—The principal’s story—The sick boy—His first appearance at school—A mean assailant—A gallant defender—The story brought home to the school—The verdict of the scholars on the conduct of the boys—Who the real dunce is—Difference between learning easily and studying hard—Who the most promising scholar is—Juvenile dulness of famous men—School dismissed,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#Page_224'>224</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div>CHAPTER XV.</div> - <div class='c001'>LESSONS IN PHYSIOLOGY.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<table class='table1' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='86%' /> -<col width='13%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c016'>The drawings finished—A short school lecture—Sitting and standing—The proper position—Two illustrations—The sitting position illustrated—Curious mechanism of the backbone—How it becomes distorted—Effect of stooping upon the lungs—An experiment or two—Keeping the arms on a level—Ettie’s kitten—Whistler’s joke—The kitten missed—The search—Whistler’s sad discovery—Policy of keeping it secret—A good rule remembered—A wise decision—Confession—Whistler’s thoughtlessness—Ettie’s grief,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#Page_243'>243</a></td> - </tr> -</table> -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_xiv'>xiv</span></div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div>CHAPTER XVI.</div> - <div class='c001'>THE PRESTON FAMILY.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<table class='table1' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='86%' /> -<col width='13%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c016'>A request—A rule of the house—The Preston children—Oscar and Whistler—Marcus—Plans for Oscar’s benefit—A letter from Brookdale—Dick Sneider arrested—The wild-cat—Jumping at a conclusion—Unexpected meeting of Clinton and Oscar—A good resolution—Going to the academy—Marcus invited to become a teacher—Showing favors to relatives—Ronald—Marcus the making of him—Bad French—Ronald’s roguery—Getting into a tight place—Alarming and ludicrous predicament—His release—The visit to Montpelier—Ronald in handcuffs—A sorry joke—Fortunate escape—Another boy in another kind of handcuffs—The advertisement for a boy—An amusing answer—Fetters of ignorance—The other applicants—A neat letter—A recognition—A chance acquaintance—Favorable impressions—A pleasant visit,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#Page_256'>256</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div>CHAPTER XVII.</div> - <div class='c001'>A WATER EXCURSION.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<table class='table1' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='86%' /> -<col width='13%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='pageno' id='Page_xv'>xv</span>A sailing party—A damper—Permission obtained—A struggle—Noble self-denial—Commendation—Planning a reward—The guests invited—Henry—The birthday present—The yacht—Starting—Collisions—Beating out—The steamship—Fine views—Life-preservers—Dodging the boom—A narrow escape—The cabin—The table—Berths—The cook-room—Castle Island—Homeward-bound ship—Long Island Light—Extra clothing—Dinner—Sudden departures from the table—The ocean—The screw steamer—George’s Island—Fort Warren—The sea wall—Landing—Entrance to the fort—The enclosure—Ascending the parapets—Cost of the fortress—Its entire command of the harbor—Places for the guns—Interior of the fortress—How the guns are worked—Rooms for the soldiers—Strength of the fortress—How it might be taken—A wish—The sail back—Defence of the “Echo”—An impudent schooner—The skipper’s disgust—A nautical insult—Landing,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#Page_272'>272</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div>CHAPTER XVIII.</div> - <div class='c001'>LAST DAY OF THE VISIT.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<table class='table1' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='86%' /> -<col width='13%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c016'>The group around the fire—No tidings from Jerry—What Whistler had learned—The three hardest words—Candid confession of a great general—Confessing errors requires bravery—Another fact learned—The boys’ petition for shorter lessons—Whistler’s refusal to sign it—His motives impugned—Boyish intolerance—Effects of the petition on the teacher—Its disrespectful tone—Character of the signers—Public reading of their names—A secret honorably kept—Clinton’s opinion of the city—Opportunities—Too much assistance—How strong characters are produced—The learned blacksmith—The learned shoemaker—What can be done in one hour a day—The extract—A higher aim than success—Character—How it is formed—Compared to a cable—Conclusion,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#Page_294'>294</a></td> - </tr> -</table> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_xvi'>xvi</span> - <h2 class='c009'><span class="blackletter">Illustrations.</span></h2> -</div> -<hr class='c010' /> -<table class='table2' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='60%' /> -<col width='40%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='sc'>The Forest Picnic</span>,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#frontis'><span class='fss'>FRONTISPIECE</span></a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='sc'>Vignette</span>,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#titlepg'><span class='fss'>TITLE PAGE</span></a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='sc'>The Steamer</span>,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#i019'>19</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='sc'>The Farm-House</span>,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#i030'>30</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='sc'>Map of Brookdale</span>,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#i040'>40</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='sc'>The Gunner</span>,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#i068'>68</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='sc'>Clinton Threshing</span>,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#i090'>90</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='sc'>The Forest Road</span>,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#i124'>124</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='sc'>Uncle Tim and the Bear</span>,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#i153'>154</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='sc'>Saluting the Train</span>,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#i177'>177</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='sc'>The Dog Cart</span>,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#i207'>207</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='sc'>The Image Vender</span>,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#i208'>208</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='sc'>The Fountain</span>,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#i213'>213</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='sc'>Wrong Standing Position</span>,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#i245a'>245</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='sc'>Right Standing Position</span>,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#i245b'>245</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='sc'>Wrong Sitting Position</span>,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#i246'>246</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='sc'>Right Sitting Position</span>,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#i247'>247</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='sc'>Steamship</span>,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#i279'>279</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c016'><span class='sc'>How the Cable is Made</span>,</td> - <td class='c017'><a href='#i307'>307</a></td> - </tr> -</table> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c002'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_17'>17</span><span class='xxlarge'>WHISTLER.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c018' /> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c009'>CHAPTER I.<br /> <br />A VACATION JOURNEY.</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c019'>THE steamer’s bell is pealing forth its last call. The -huge, hot engine, as if impatient of delay, seems -hissing at every joint, while the dark clouds that roll up -from its smoke-pipes tell of the activity of the sweltering -firemen below. The hawser is cast off. A tardy passenger -or two are hurried over the gangway, and their -baggage sent after them with more celerity than care. -A carriage, driven at a furious rate, is coming down -the wharf, and a man’s head and arm are thrust out of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_18'>18</span>the window,—the arm “sawing the air” in a most -vehement manner. But his gesticulations are in vain. -The gangway is drawn in on deck; the wheels slowly -move; the steamer gently swings away from her -moorings; and by the time the carriage is abreast of -her, six yards of foam-covered water separate the -would-be passenger from the crowded deck. A general -half-suppressed laugh from the crowd on the wharf -and the steamer reminds the unhappy straggler that -there is something ridiculous, as well as provoking, in -being a little too late; and, seeking refuge in the carriage, -he is leisurely driven off, to be again laughed -at, perchance, when he reaches the home he had -lately left in such hot haste.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The steamer has now got clear of the vessels -moored around her, and begins to move with greater -speed. So easy is the motion, it would not be difficult -for those on board to imagine that the wharf itself had -hoisted sail, and parted company with the steamer, to -take a turn about the harbor on its own account. -Little groups on shore and on board the boat are -exchanging farewells by the waving of hats and handkerchiefs. -But soon the distance becomes too great -<span class='pageno' id='Page_19'>19</span>for recognition; wharves and warehouses mingle together; -the city assumes a crowded and compact look, -and finally resolves itself into -that beautiful panorama which -Boston presents when viewed -from the sea. Even this view -soon fades, and is lost; for the -steamer is now far down the harbor, -gallantly ploughing her way -through the dark-blue waters.</p> - -<div id='i019' class='figleft id002'> -<img src='images/i019.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>Among the passengers who were enjoying the scene -from the upper, or hurricane deck, might have been -seen a gentleman and three children, who appeared to -be intent upon missing no object of interest. The -largest of the children was a bright and pleasant looking -boy of fourteen. His name was William Davenport; -but he was frequently called Willie, and still -oftener Whistler, by his young associates. This latter -name he acquired when several years younger, being -indebted for it to his whistling talents, which were -really quite clever. He rather liked the nickname; -and, indeed, had become so accustomed to it, that even -“Willie” did not sound quite natural, and “Bill” was -<span class='pageno' id='Page_20'>20</span>altogether out of the question. You must not suppose, -however, that he was one of those whistling bores who -give our ears no rest from their shrill pipings, either in -house or in street. On the contrary, he was rather -chary of his music,—perhaps more so than he would -have been but for his nickname, which put him on his -guard against spending too much of his breath in this -manner. But, then, he <i>could</i> whistle beautifully when -he chose to; and, as he had a quick ear for music, he -caught all the new and popular airs of the day, which -made his performances still more pleasant to the listener. -Whistler we shall call him, therefore, in imitation -of his comrades. He belonged in Boston, and was -now on his way to a distant town in Maine, where he -was to spend his summer vacation with the family of -his uncle.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The gentleman who was with Whistler was Mr. -Preston. He was a stout, sun-burnt, and plainly-dressed -man, and was on his way home from a visit to -Boston, with his eldest daughter, Emily, a girl of thirteen. -The other girl, who was a few months younger, -was Ella Preston, a cousin of Emily, who lived in -Boston, and was now on her way to her uncle’s home -<span class='pageno' id='Page_21'>21</span>in Brookdale. It was in this same town that Whistler’s -uncle lived; and being well acquainted with Ella, -he had arranged to make the journey in company with -her little party.</p> - -<p class='c013'>It was a mild August evening, and the sea was calm. -Mr. Preston and the children remained upon the deck -until the supper-bell sounded, when they went down -into the cabin, and found a long table spread, around -which the hungry passengers were crowding and pushing, -without much regard to manners, or even decency. -It was with some difficulty that Mr. Preston procured -seats for the children; and even then the difficulty was -but half overcome, for it required a good deal of effort, -not to say rudeness, to obtain enough to eat, so ravenous -and selfish were the company, and so limited was -the supply upon the table. The meal was swallowed, -and the cabin vacated, in about ten minutes. Shortly -after, as Whistler was walking about, he overheard a -few remarks between two gentlemen, that set him to -thinking. From their appearance, and their peculiar -accent, he concluded they were foreign gentlemen, -travelling for pleasure.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“You did not witness the feeding of the animals?” -<span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span>said one of the gentlemen, who had just come up from -the cabin.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No,” said the other, “I have no taste for such exhibitions. -I took the precaution to drink my tea before -I came on board.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, sir,” added the first speaker, “I’ve breakfasted -with the Turks, I’ve dined with the Arabs, I’ve -supped with the Chinese, and I’ve eaten with nearly -all the nations of Europe; but, sir, I must say that I -never met with such a greedy, scrabbling set of gormandizers -as I have found in this country. Why, sir, -they seize and devour their food like wild beasts. -They shovel it down whole, sir, just as a dog bolts his -meat. I only wonder that these Yankees do not dispense -with knives and forks altogether. Yes, sir, those -implements of a civilized table seem altogether out of -place in their hands.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>This was all that Whistler heard. The unpleasant -American habit which so disgusted this gentleman, -and which is often glaringly conspicuous in our hotels -and steamboats, has been justly censured with great -severity by foreigners who have visited us. Whistler -had himself observed the rude and greedy conduct at -<span class='pageno' id='Page_23'>23</span>the table; but he supposed such scenes were always -enacted when large numbers of people got together to -eat. Now, however, he had learned that it was a -peculiarly American characteristic; and, perceiving -how it was viewed by intelligent and well-bred foreigners, -his pride and patriotism were both touched, and he -made up his mind that he would never be guilty of -such rudeness, either at a public or a private table.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The air was now becoming damp and chilly, and -little could be seen beyond the steamer’s decks, save -the occasional flash of some distant lighthouse. The -passengers began to disappear, some seeking out sheltered -nooks in the stern, and others retiring to the -saloons and berths. Mr. Preston gave Emily and -Ellen in charge to the stewardess, who conducted them -to their berths in the ladies’ saloon; while himself and -Whistler soon after turned in to their own quarters in -the gentlemen’s cabin. The saloons were lined on -each side with berths arranged in three tiers. Each -berth was furnished with bedding, and screened in -front by a drapery curtain. The two selected by Mr. -Preston, though not favorite ones in their location, -were the best that were not engaged when he bought -<span class='pageno' id='Page_24'>24</span>his tickets. One of them was an upper berth; and, as -Whistler was the lightest and nimblest of the two, it -was assigned to him, while Mr. Preston took the other, -directly beneath him.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Following the example of others, Whistler put off -his shoes, jacket and shirt-collar, and climbed into his -lofty and narrow sleeping-place. Here, partially concealed -by his curtain, he amused himself by watching -the movements of his fellow-passengers, and listening -to their remarks. When Mr. Preston, who had been -reading a newspaper, got ready to retire, he picked up -Whistler’s shoes from the floor, and told him to put -them on a shelf over the berth, if he did not want -“Boots” to get them. This personage, he afterwards -explained, was a colored man, who gathered up all the -boots and shoes he could find in the night, and cleaned -them, charging each of the respective owners a ninepence -(the ninepence is twelve and a half cents in -New England) for his services. As Whistler’s shoes -did not need to undergo this process, his friend was -probably justified in thus interfering with the legitimate -business of the aforesaid “Boots.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>The novelty of his position, the glare of the saloon -<span class='pageno' id='Page_25'>25</span>lamps, and the noise of the machinery, made it rather -difficult for Whistler to get to sleep. The ocean was -so smooth, however, that he felt no symptoms of seasickness; -and he was very well contented to lie awake -in his berth, so long as he was not troubled with this -distressing malady, from which he had once suffered -quite severely while sailing in the harbor. But, in -spite of all disturbing influences, he was favored with -several good naps towards morning, from one of which -he awoke, and discerned the gray light of morning -through a small window over his berth. He lowered -himself down from his elevated bed, and went on deck, -when he found that the steamer had already entered -the river, the banks of which were scarcely visible -through the heavy mist with which the atmosphere -was loaded. Ella and Emily soon made their appearance, -and declared that their first night on the ocean -was anything but disagreeable. The fog rapidly disappeared -before the sun; and, as they advanced up the -river, the scenery became more interesting, so that -their attention was constantly occupied, until Mr. Preston -informed them that they had reached their landing-place.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_26'>26</span>Our travellers were still forty miles from Brookdale; -but the rest of the journey was to be by land. -On landing, they went directly to the village tavern, -where they found a good breakfast awaiting them, to -which, however, they could devote but a very few -minutes, for the stage coach was waiting. Having -made as large a draft on the driver’s patience as they -deemed prudent, they took their seats in the vehicle, -and resumed their journey. For a while, the children -found much to interest them in the country through -which they passed; but it soon became an old story; -and before they had climbed half of the hills that -separated them from Brookdale, the inquiries were -frequently heard,—</p> - -<p class='c013'>“How far have we got to go, <i>now</i>, Mr. Preston? -Haven’t we come more than half way? Shan’t we -get there before noon?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>As the stage coach did not pass through Brookdale, -passengers for that village were obliged to leave it at a -place called the Cross Roads, about five miles distant, -and find their way over as best they could. It was -noon when our party reached this stopping-place. As -they alighted, a boy about fourteen years old stepped -<span class='pageno' id='Page_27'>27</span>up to Mr. Preston, who introduced him to Ella and -Whistler as Clinton Davenport. The two boys were -cousins; but they had never seen each other before. -It seemed that Clinton, knowing they were expected, -had gone over to the Cross Roads after them, with a -wagon. A drive of five miles through a pleasant -road brought them to their journey’s end. They were -in Brookdale.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_28'>28</span> - <h2 class='c009'>CHAPTER II.<br /> <br />LOOKING ABOUT.</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c019'>DINNER was on the table when Whistler arrived at -Mr. Davenport’s, and he found his uncle and aunt, -and his little cousin Annie, ready to welcome him to -their hospitalities. These, with Clinton, constituted the -whole family. The young stranger soon felt quite at -home in their society. He was much pleased with his -cousins at first sight, for he had never seen either of -them before. Annie, who was about seven years old, -was a beautiful child, with golden curls and fair blue -eyes, and a face full of gentleness and affection. She -seemed to be the pet of the household. Clinton, though -but a month or two older than Whistler, was a stouter -and taller boy, and his browned skin and hardened -hands told that he was not unacquainted with labor and -out-door exposure. He had, moreover, an intelligent, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_29'>29</span>cheerful, and frank expression of countenance, that -could not help prepossessing a stranger in his favor. -The parents of these children Whistler had previously -seen at his own house, and he had always numbered -them among his favorite relatives.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Whistler’s first movement, after dinner, was to make -an inspection of the premises. He found that his -uncle’s farm lay at the base of a range of hills, and -embraced a wide extent of land, a good part of which -seemed to be under skilful cultivation. The house -itself was set back a few rods from the street, and was -pleasantly situated, with its front towards the south. It -was a snug, plain-looking building, a story and a half -high, with a kitchen and wood-shed attached in the -rear. A noble oak tree, in front, afforded a grateful -shade; and climbing roses and honeysuckles were -trained around the front door, giving a neat and tasteful -aspect to the cottage. In the rear, upon an elevated -pole, was a perfect fac-simile of the house, in miniature, -erected for the accommodation of the birds; and there -never was a spring-time when this snug tenement -failed to secure a respectable family as tenants for the -season. On the next page is a view of the premises.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_30'>30</span>The barn, which the picture is not large enough to -take in, was a short distance from the house, on the -left. It was much larger than the cottage, and attached -to it were buildings for the hens and pigs.</p> - -<div id='i030' class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i030.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>Clinton, who had been busy, now joined his cousin, -and offered to accompany him around the premises.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“This is what we call the shop,” he said, opening -the door into a small room adjoining the pantry.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_31'>31</span>“Why, what a snug little place! and what a lot of -tools you have got!” said Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Father used to be a carpenter before he went to -farming,” added Clinton, “and he has always kept a -set of tools. They are handy in such a place as this, -where carpenters are not to be had.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I suppose you work here some, don’t you? If I -had such a place, I should spend half my time in it,” -said Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes,” replied Clinton; “I use the tools a little. -There’s a windmill I’m making now; but I don’t -know when it will be finished. I haven’t much time -to work in the shop in summer.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Clinty made this cart for me,” said Annie, who had -followed the boys; and she pointed to a neat little -wagon.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Did he? Why, he is a real nice workman,” said -Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“And he made the vane on the barn, and the bird-house, -too,” added Annie.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Can’t you think of something else that I made, -Sissy?” said Clinton, laughing at the pride Annie -evidently took in his ingenuity.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_32'>32</span>“Yes,” she promptly replied; “he made the arbor -over the front door.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Why, Clinton, you <i>are</i> a carpenter, sure enough!” -said Whistler. “I should think you might almost build -a house; I mean a real house, not a bird-house.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Clinton smiled at this rather extravagant estimate -of his mechanical skill, and led the way towards the -barn, through which he conducted his cousin, from the -cellar almost to the ridge-pole. The hayloft was very -large, and was nearly filled with new-mown hay, the -fragrance of which was delightful. Swallows were -darting in and out of the great door, and gayly twittering -among the lofty rafters, where they had made their -nests. A large quantity of unthreshed grain, bound -up in sheaves, was stacked away on the main floor, in -one end of the barn.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“There’s a good lot of straw,” said Whistler, as -they passed by the grain.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“And something besides straw, too; that is rye,” -replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Is it rye?” said Whistler. “Well, I’m just green -enough not to know straw from grain, or one kind of -grain from another. Father told me I should make -<span class='pageno' id='Page_33'>33</span>myself so verdant that the cows would chase me, and I -don’t know but that he was right.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“They laugh about country people being green, -when they go to the city,” said Clinton; “but I guess -they don’t appear much worse than city folks sometimes -do in the country. I don’t mean you, though,” -he added; “for you haven’t done anything very bad -yet.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Whistler broke off a head of rye, and found concealed -beneath the bearded points several hard, plump -kernels, that had a sweet and pleasant taste. Following -his cousin, he then visited the pig-pen, which was -behind the barn, and connected with a portion of the -barn cellar. Half a dozen fat porkers were lazily -stretched about, in shady places, presenting one of -those familiar groups that, if they do not appeal to the -artist’s sense of the beautiful, <i>do</i> appeal most forcibly -to the plain farmer’s sense of lard and “middlings.” -If not picturesque, they are decidedly <i>baconesque</i>, -which some people consider much better.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Now you must go and see my biddies,” said Clinton; -and he led the way to a large hen-coop, near the -piggery.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_34'>34</span>“Are these <i>your</i> fowls?” inquired Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, they are all mine,” replied his cousin. -“Father gave me all of his fowls, five years ago, and I -have managed them just as I pleased ever since. I -have to find their food, and I have all their eggs and -chickens. Even the eggs mother uses she has to buy -of me.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“That is a first-rate plan,” said Whistler. “I -should think you might make lots of money in that -way.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“This isn’t all,” added Clinton; “I have a flock of -turkeys, and a lot of ducks, besides. The turkeys are -off, somewhere; they roam all over the farm. The -ducks are in that little house down by the brook; we’ll -go and see them by-and-by.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I should think I was rich, if I owned so many -creatures,” said Whistler. “But you have to buy corn -for them,—I suppose that takes off the profit, doesn’t -it?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I haven’t bought a bushel of corn since the first -year I had them,” replied Clinton. “Do you see that -cornfield, just beyond the brook? That is <i>my</i> field. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_35'>35</span>I planted and hoed it myself, and I shall have all the -corn that grows there.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But how did you come by it?—did you buy the -land?” inquired Whistler, more astonished than ever.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, I don’t own the land,” replied Clinton. “Father -has got more than he can cultivate, and he lets me -have the use of that piece for nothing. He helps -me plough and harrow it, too; but I have to do everything -else myself. If I want any manure, I pay him -for it. If the corn does well, I shall have enough to -carry all my fowls through another year. There will -be a lot of corn fodder too, that I shall sell to father -for the cows; and I have a lot of pumpkins scattered -in among the corn, that will be worth something in -the fall.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, you’re a real farmer, as well as a carpenter, -that’s a fact,” said his cousin. “How I should like to -be in your shoes!—and not in yours, either, but in -another pair just like them. Come, don’t you want a -partner? I’ll buy in, and we’ll start a new firm—‘C. -& W. Davenport, Farmers, Poultry Dealers and -Carpenters.’ Won’t that sound tall! What will you -sell out one half of your business for? I haven’t -<span class='pageno' id='Page_36'>36</span>much capital, and don’t know much about the business; -but I’ll try to make myself useful.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I’m afraid you would get sick of the bargain,” -replied Clinton. “You’d find it pretty tough work to -hoe an acre of corn down there in the sun, when the -thermometer is up to ninety in the shade. It’s a good -deal of trouble, too, to take care of so many fowls -every day, in summer and winter. I like to do it, to -be sure; but a great many boys would think they -were real slaves if they had to do what I do.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“It doesn’t take all your time, does it?” inquired -Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, no,” replied Clinton. “I suppose it doesn’t -take me more than two hours a day, on an average, to -take care of my fowls and cornfield; but I do other -work besides. I have had the whole care of the -garden this summer. Come and look at it.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>They proceeded to a large patch of ground in the -rear of the house, which was devoted to a kitchen -garden. It had been sown with peas, beans, radishes, -lettuce, onions, early potatoes, sweet corn, cucumbers, -and other vegetables. Some of the crops had already -been gathered, such as the lettuce, radishes, and green -<span class='pageno' id='Page_37'>37</span>peas; and the others seemed to be in a flourishing -condition.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“After we had planted the garden last spring,” -resumed Clinton, “father told me that if I would take -the whole care of it, I might have one fourth of all the -profits. I thought it was a pretty good offer, and so I -took it up, and I’ve never been sorry for it yet. The -garden has done very well, so far. We keep an -account of everything that is raised; and next fall I -can tell just how much my share will come to. I -haven’t had to work so hard as I expected I should, -either. I do a little every day, and the weeds don’t -have a chance to get the upper hand of me. That is -the way to manage a garden. If I should let my work -get behindhand, I suppose I should very soon be -discouraged.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Mr. Preston told us that you did almost as much -work as a man,” said Whistler; “and I think he was -about right. One thing is pretty certain: you can’t -have much time to play.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, no, I don’t work so hard as a man,” replied -Clinton. “It only takes about one half of my time to -<span class='pageno' id='Page_38'>38</span>do all my work; but then I have some errands to do, -and my lessons to study.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I heard about your studying at home, and reciting -to your mother: is that the way you do?” inquired -Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes,” replied Clinton; “our school doesn’t keep in -the summer, and, as I have some spare time, I study a -little at home. Last summer my rule was to study -two hours a day; but this year I have had more work -to do, and haven’t studied quite so much.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“What do you study?” inquired his cousin.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Arithmetic and grammar, principally,” replied -Clinton; “but I write a composition once a fortnight -and now and then get a spelling or a geography lesson.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>The boys now proceeded towards the duck-house. -This was a small, rough shed; but it answered the purpose -for which it was intended very well. It was -situated near a small brook, and there was a little -artificial pond connected with it, in which the ducks -could swim when the water in the brook was low. -Clinton himself made both the pond and the duck-house, -the summer previous. There were about a -dozen ducks in the pond, several of which were very -<span class='pageno' id='Page_39'>39</span>small, being but a few weeks old. They gracefully -sailed off as the boys approached; but when Clinton -spoke to them they recognized his voice, and wheeled -about towards him.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Having visited the principal objects of interest on -the farm, Whistler began to manifest some curiosity -about the geography of Brookdale. He got a pretty -good idea of the natural features of the town, by -ascending a high hill back of his uncle’s house. Before -him lay a beautiful lake, or pond, as the Brookdale -people called it, which looked like a bright mirror set -in emerald. A narrow river, glistening in the sunlight -like a silver thread, stole along through the -meadows towards the southwest. There were but a -few widely scattered houses in sight, for Brookdale -was only a small farming settlement. On the north -and east the view was hemmed in by high hills, covered -with trees; but in other directions the prospect -was extensive. Clinton pointed out to his cousin a -mountain which he said was twenty miles distant. It -looked like a faint cloud on the horizon.</p> - -<div id='i040' class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/i040.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>But I can give you a better idea of the geography -of Brookdale by the aid of a little map, which will -<span class='pageno' id='Page_40'>40</span>show you at a glance an outline of the objects which -Whistler saw from the hill, and also some things which -he could not see from that position. The house numbered -1 is Mr. Davenport’s, and behind it is the hill -from which Whistler obtained his view. No. 2 is Mr. -Preston’s house, and No. 3 is the schoolhouse. The -map shows the position of the lake, the river, and the -brook near Mr. Davenport’s house. It also shows the -Cross Roads village, and the principal roads passing -through the town.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_41'>41</span> - <h2 class='c009'>CHAPTER III.<br /> <br />A MORNING’S WORK.</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c019'>CLINTON’S chamber, which Whistler was to share -during his stay in Brookdale, was one of the most -curious rooms in the house. It was in the second -story, on the west side of the house,—the side represented -as nearest to the spectator in the engraving on -page 30. It had two windows, one on the west, and -the other—a luthern, or dormer window,—looking -towards the south. The room was of pretty good size, -but was low studded, the pitch of the roof bringing the -ceiling so far down, on the sides, that a boy twelve -years old could not stand up straight under it. This -made it seem like a garret to Whistler, who had -always slept in a large, airy chamber; but the walls -were plastered and papered, and the room was in all -other respects comfortably finished. It had a neat -<span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span>and cosy air, however, which, in spite of its low ceiling, -won rapidly upon the city boy’s regards. The -tastes and habits of its occupant were reflected in -nearly every article. The bed, chairs and table, were -such as you might find in almost any boy’s chamber; -but the extras that you do <i>not</i> find in every body’s room -were quite numerous.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The first thing that attracted Whistler’s notice was a -neat little box upon the table, made of maple. On -turning over the top, it was transformed into a portable -writing-desk, and was found to be supplied with pens, -ink and paper. This, Clinton informed him, was a -birthday present from his father, who made it. A -small book-rack, with three shelves, was fastened to -the wall, and held Clinton’s little library. The books -were mostly of a juvenile order, and among them were -several that Whistler had sent to him in former years. -The rack itself was of Clinton’s own workmanship, and -was very neatly made. Upon the upper shelf, which -held no books, there was another specimen of his -handiwork, in the shape of a full-rigged schooner, with -sails spread and flag flying. Brought up in an inland -town, and never having seen the salt water but once or -<span class='pageno' id='Page_43'>43</span>twice, Clinton knew but little about vessels. And yet -he had built quite a respectable schooner; although, to -the more experienced eye of Whistler, the model was -not of the most approved clipper style. The name, -“Dolphin,” was painted on the stern.</p> - -<p class='c013'>A number of engravings, of various degrees of -merit, were attached by pins to the walls of Clinton’s -room. Pasted upon the wall, around the looking-glass, -there was a whole constellation of small pictures, -which evidently had once figured in newspapers and -handbills. The windows were furnished with paper -curtains, which, judging from the quantity of pulleys, -fish-bone rings, cords, and other rigging attached, were -evidently put up by Clinton with an eye rather to -ingenuity than simplicity of arrangement.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Such was the room to which Clinton introduced his -cousin, when the family retired at night. After glancing -at the various objects I have described, Whistler -noticed a slate and several school books upon the table, -and inquired:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“When do you study your lessons, Clinton? Have -you got to get one this evening?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No,” he replied; “I’m going to have a vacation -<span class='pageno' id='Page_44'>44</span>now. Father thinks I had better suspend my studies -while you are here, so that I may have as much time -to spend with you as possible. I am going to arrange -my work, too, so that it won’t take so much of my -time.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“You needn’t do that,” said Whistler; “I can help -you some about your work, and I’d rather do it than -not. I can drive the cows home, and help weed the -beds, and hoe the corn, and do lots of other things.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, you can help me some, if you want to,” -replied Clinton. And the boys continued to lay their -plans, and talk over matters of mutual interest, for an -hour after they had got into bed, when sleep began to -steal over their senses, and their pleasant schemes -melted imperceptibly into airy dreams.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Early the next morning, before the sun was up, a -rap on the chamber door aroused the boys, and was -instantly obeyed; for it was the signal to arise, from -Clinton’s mother. Having hastily dressed themselves, -they proceeded to the barn-yard, where they found -Mr. Davenport engaged in milking the cows. A -vacant stool, an empty bucket, and a gentle-looking -cow, were awaiting Clinton’s movements and without -<span class='pageno' id='Page_45'>45</span>any delay he seated himself by the side of “Daisy,” -and the milky stream began to flow. There were two -other cows, “Princess” and “Nelly.” As Whistler -could be of no service, he stood looking on, discussing -the merits of the several cows with his uncle and -cousin. He found that each of the animals had its -own private character. Nelly was a red and white -cow, with a gentle, motherly look. She evinced much -attachment for Daisy, who, indeed, was her daughter, -and resembled her in appearance and disposition. -Daisy, however, was the tamest of the three, and a -trifle handsomer than her mother. She would follow -any of the family, and eat a turnip or an ear of corn -out of their hands. Princess was dark-colored, and -gave the most milk; but, as is apt to be the case with -those bearing royal names, she was selfish, stubborn -and mischievous. One curious thing about her was, -that she always wanted to be milked first; and if the -preference was given to one of the other cows, she -showed her indignation very plainly. If any little -attention was manifested towards the others, such as -carding or stroking them, she would seem very jealous, -and try to interrupt their enjoyment.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_46'>46</span>As the conversation was proceeding, Daisy showed -some signs of uneasiness, upon which Mr. Preston said, -in a pleasant tone:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Mind your milking, Clinty, and postpone your -stories until you get through. You haven’t learned -yet to milk well and talk at the same time.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Milking is an operation that ought to be done rapidly -and without interruption, to be thoroughly and -properly performed. Conversation is very apt to distract -the attention of the milker, and thus interfere with -his work, as it did in the case of Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The milking was soon completed, and the boys, as -they drove the cows to pasture, talked as fast as they -pleased. When they returned, breakfast was upon the -table, and the morning air had so sharpened their -appetites that they were prepared to do full justice to -the ample meal.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Now,” said Clinton, as they went out after breakfast, -“work is the first thing in the order of the day. -I must attend to the fowls, and then I have got to -weed a piece of ground, and after that I shall be at -your service.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I’ll help you do the weeding, and I’ll see you do -<span class='pageno' id='Page_47'>47</span>the feeding,” said Whistler, laughing at his impromptu -rhyme.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Your kindness is exceeding,—come, let us be -proceeding,” quickly replied Clinton, taking up the -rhyme.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Good!” exclaimed Whistler. “Between us both -we might make quite a decent song.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“That’s the song I like to hear,” said Clinton, as a -hen, flying down from the box in which she had just -deposited an egg, set up a noisy “Cut-cut-cut-cut-ca-<i>dah</i>-cut!” -with the accent very strongly upon the last -syllable but one.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I suppose that’s what you call ‘The Lay of the -Last Minstrel,’” observed Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes,” replied Clinton; “and if it isn’t good -poetry, it is good poultry, which comes near enough -to it.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>A flock of turkeys, which were at large, spying -Clinton with his familiar peck measure, now approached -the boys, pompously marching like a file of -soldiers,—a solemn-looking gobbler taking the lead. A -few handfulls of corn scattered among them, gave them -plenty of business, and Clinton then turned his attention -<span class='pageno' id='Page_48'>48</span>to the hens, which at this season of the year were -confined within their own quarters, in consequence of -their scratching propensity. Having fed them, and -given them a dish of fresh water, he was ready to -commence work in the garden. Whistler wanted a -hoe, too; and he was provided with one, and set himself -to work by the side of his cousin.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I shouldn’t think there were many weeds here,” -said Whistler, after hoeing a few minutes. “I can’t -find hardly anything but grass.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I should say that was enough,” replied Clinton. -“This witch-grass is about the worst stuff that ever -got into a garden.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Do you call this witch-grass?” inquired his cousin.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, that’s one name for it,” replied Clinton. -“Some people call it piper-grass. Just feel of the -roots, and see how tough they are.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Why, they’re almost like wire!” said Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I never saw anything like it to grow,” continued -Clinton. “I’ve cleaned out every spear of it from this -ground three times this summer, and yet see how it -has grown. It is almost impossible to kill it. The -roots will grow right through a potato, or a chip, or -<span class='pageno' id='Page_49'>49</span>almost anything that happens to be in the way. I left -a handful on the fence-rail last spring, and the first -thing I knew it had taken root in the wood, and was -growing finely. Father says that when he was a boy -they used to say that the only way to kill it was to -dry it, and then put it in your pipe and smoke it, and -be very careful of the ashes.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Does it bother you so every year?” inquired -Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No,” replied his cousin; “this is the first time we -have had any in this piece of ground, and nobody -knows how it came here. I suppose a few seeds got -scattered here somehow or other. Before the ground -is planted again, it will have to be dug all over with a -ten-tined fork. That will clear it out, if anything -will.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“If father was here now,” said Whistler, “how he -would moralize over this witch-grass! I can imagine -just how he would talk. He’d say, ‘That’s right, -boys!—pull away! This witch-grass has all got to -come out, at some rate or other. It’s an abominable -pest, isn’t it? Well, it’s just like a bad habit in -a man’s mind.—It’s no trouble at all to get it started; -<span class='pageno' id='Page_50'>50</span>but if he ever wants to get rid of it, what a time -he’ll have of it! Why, he’ll have to be raked fore -and aft with the ten-tined fork of tribulation, and then -he won’t be sure that he has got all the plaguy roots -out.’”</p> - -<p class='c013'>The half-serious, half-comic air with which this was -said, and the amusing imitation which Whistler gave -of his father’s manner, proved too much for Clinton’s -gravity, and he indulged in a hearty laugh, in spite of -the excellent moral so queerly brought to his mind. -It was not Whistler’s design, however, to make sport -of his father. He had merely given as faithful an imitation -as he could of what his father might have said, -could he have looked in upon the boys just at that -moment. Mr. Davenport, when in the company of -his children, lost no opportunity of drawing lessons -of instruction from the natural world, and from the -daily events that happened around them; and this -habit had so impressed itself upon Whistler’s mind, -that he often found himself instinctively imitating his -example.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The boys, who were now some distance apart, -worked on in silence a short time, when suddenly -<span class='pageno' id='Page_51'>51</span>Whistler gave a vigorous stroke with his hoe, and -then said, as if talking to himself:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“There, old fellow,—you’re fixed now!”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“What is that?” inquired Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“A toad.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Did you kill him?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Not exactly. I only cut off his jumpers. Just -look here, and see how smooth I took off his hind -legs.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Clinton took a look at the poor victim, which was -struggling in its agony, and, shaking his head, said, -seriously:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“That is too bad!”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“What is too bad?” inquired Whistler, with some -surprise.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Why, to torture a poor thing in that way. I’d put -him out of his misery, if I were you.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Whistler felt the mild rebuke, and, having found a -large stone, he gave the poor reptile his death-blow -with far less satisfaction than he experienced when he -cut him in halves with his hoe. He was not at heart a -cruel boy, but he was thoughtless,—a fault which is -the excuse (and a very poor one it is) for a great deal -<span class='pageno' id='Page_52'>52</span>of suffering inflicted upon dumb creatures. Having -dispatched the toad, he resumed his hoe, saying, in a -half-apologetic tone:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I never could bear toads;—they say they are -poisonous.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I don’t believe that,” said Clinton; “I never heard -of any body being poisoned by a toad. Besides, they -are very useful in a garden,—didn’t you know it?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Useful? no, indeed! I thought they ate up the -things,” replied his cousin.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“They eat up the grubs, and worms, and bugs, and -such things,” replied Clinton; “but they don’t hurt the -crops. They are good friends to the farmer, and I’m -always careful never to hurt them.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I didn’t know that; I thought they had no business -here,” said Whistler. “I’ve always been in the habit -of pelting them, just as I would a snake, wherever I -found them; and that’s the way all the boys serve -them where I live.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“You ask my father about them when we go -home, and see if he doesn’t tell you they are useful,” -remarked Clinton, who thought his cousin was not -entirely satisfied on this point.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_53'>53</span>“O, I suppose you are right; only it is something I -never heard of before,” replied Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I’ve tamed toads, before now, so that they would -eat out of my hand,” resumed Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“You have?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes; it is easy enough to tame them. If they -find you don’t disturb them they’ll come out from their -hiding-places, and hop around you, and follow you, -especially if you give them something to eat. Did you -ever see them eat?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No; I never did.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, you ought to; for it’s a curious sight. When -they get within reach of a slug or a fly, they dart their -tongue out as quick as lightning, and seize it. The -tongue is very long, and red; and it moves so quick -that people sometimes think they are spitting fire, -when they are only feeding.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I’ve heard that toads spit fire,” said Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“That’s only one of the old prejudices against -them,” replied Clinton. “They don’t spit fire any -more than I do; but I can tell you of one strange -habit that they <i>do</i> indulge in.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“What is that?”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_54'>54</span>“They swallow their own skins.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“How can they do that?” inquired Whistler, with a -look of incredulity.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“They shed their skins, like snakes, at certain -times; but, instead of leaving their old coat where -they happen to take it off, they always swallow it.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“How do you know that?—did you ever see them -do it?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No; but father has a book that says so. Besides, -I never found a toad’s skin, although there are plenty -of toads about here.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Perhaps they bury their cast-off skins,” suggested -Whistler, who, now that several of his illusions in -regard to toads were dispelled, was disinclined to allow -them the credit of doing anything remarkable.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“If I were going to guess,” replied Clinton, “I -should think that they might hide them in some way. -But the book I spoke of was written by a great naturalist, -and I suppose he knew what he was writing -about. In fact, I don’t know that they shed their skins -at all, only from what I have heard and read about it.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, poor toady, I’m sorry that I killed you; but -I didn’t know any better,” said Whistler, as he tossed -<span class='pageno' id='Page_55'>55</span>away the remains of his victim with his hoe, and -resumed his work.</p> - -<p class='c013'>About two hours before the sun reached the meridian -the boys finished weeding the piece of ground, and -Clinton’s work for the day was accomplished.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_56'>56</span> - <h2 class='c009'>CHAPTER IV.<br /> <br />AN AFTERNOON EXCURSION.</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c019'>THE boys, after completing their work, amused -themselves in various ways until dinner time. They -proposed going over to Mr. Preston’s in the afternoon; -and as soon as dinner was dispatched, they were on -their way. The distance was about three quarters of -a mile; but it was the nearest house to Mr. Davenport’s. -A walk of less than fifteen minutes brought -them to a large, old-fashioned farm-house, shaded by a -great elm tree. Three girls were just coming from the -house, each with a small basket or tin pail in her hand. -Ella and Emily were among them, and the first-named -introduced the youngest to Whistler as her cousin -Harriet. Harriet was between ten and eleven years -old. She and Emily were the only children of the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_57'>57</span>family now at home. The youngest of the flock—sweet -little Mary—fell sick and died about six months -previous to the time of which I am writing. A month -or two before that sad event, the oldest of the children, -Jerry, took it into his head that he could find a -better place than home, and suddenly disappeared one -Sunday, while the family were at church. For a long -time nothing was heard from him; but at length he -wrote to them, from a foreign port, stating that he had -gone to sea, and was bound on a long voyage.</p> - -<p class='c013'>It appeared that the girls were about starting on a -strawberry excursion when the boys arrived; and the -latter having been invited to join them, they all set -out together. Strawberries grow wild in that part of -the country. Ella and Whistler, to whom this fruit -was known only as a dear-bought luxury, thought it -must be fine to eat the berries fresh from the vines, -with no fear of coming to the bottom of the box, and no -two-shillings-per-quart drawback upon the indulgence. -They sauntered along in advance of the others, looking -on every side for the red and luscious fruit; but they -found none; for it was a long walk to the strawberry patch. -In going to it, they had to pass through a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_58'>58</span>swamp, near the upper end of the pond, the entrance -to which did not look very inviting to Ella.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, dear! I never can go through that horrid -place!” she exclaimed. “I should be frightened out -of my wits!”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, no, you won’t,” said Clinton. “There’s a good -path all the way through, and nothing will hurt you. -You follow right behind me, and I’ll help you over the -bad places.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Ella still stood in doubt, while Whistler in his -eagerness was following the faint track, forgetful of his -companions. Emily and Harriet assured their cousin -that they had often crossed the swamp; and, with a -little further encouragement from Clinton, she set -forward,—not, however, without some misgivings. In -some places the ground was very wet; and they had -to step upon stones, logs, stumps, etc., which had been -used for this purpose for years. Two or three brooks -also crossed their track, over which old logs had been -thrown to serve as bridges. In many places a thick -growth of bushes, often armed with sharp thorns, -stretched across the path, making it difficult for them to -force their way through. Ella, however, was the only -<span class='pageno' id='Page_59'>59</span>one who evinced any fear; and, but for Clinton’s constant -encouragement and aid, she would have concluded -that the strawberries were not worth the risk and -trouble of getting them.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Are there any snakes here?” she inquired, a new -terror bursting on her mind.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“None of any consequence,” replied Clinton. “There -may be a few water-snakes: but they won’t harm any -body.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“It makes no difference what they are, if they are -only snakes,—I’m as afraid of one kind as of another,” -said Ella, who had a city girl’s dread of everything of -the serpent kind.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, no; you wouldn’t be afraid of a water-snake. -They are just as harmless as toads,” said Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I’m afraid of toads, too,—and I can’t help it,” -replied Ella.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“If you should live in the country a little while you -wouldn’t mind such things,” said Emily.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, I should,” replied her cousin. “I always had -a perfect antipathy to snakes, and toads, and spiders, -and all such creatures. I know they won’t hurt me; -but I can’t help hating them.”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_60'>60</span>Seeing how little headway they made against her -prejudices, Clinton and Emily dropped the subject. -They were not yet out of the swamp, however; and -soon another terror arose in the mind of the timid city -girl.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I shall get poisoned here!—I know I shall!” she -said, in a tone of mingled alarm and resignation, as -though she would have added, “You may do what you -please with me,—I’m resigned.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“There’s no danger of that,” replied Clinton, with a -laugh. “You keep close to me, and I will look out for -you.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Are there any poisonous plants in this swamp?” -inquired Whistler, who had heard Ella’s remark.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, there’s plenty of poison ivy,” replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, yes; I see some now!” said Whistler, who was -still at the head of the little party. “That’s poison -ivy, isn’t it?” he continued, pointing to a luxuriant -vine that was twining around the trunk of a dead tree.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, that isn’t it; that’s the other kind of ivy, or -woodbine, or creeper, as we call it,” replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“What is the difference?” inquired Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_61'>61</span>“A good deal of difference;—one is poisonous and -the other isn’t,” said Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I know that; but how do you tell one from the -other?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“You see the leaves grow in clusters?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes; there are five of them. Each leaf looks as -if it were made up of five little ones.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, the leaves of the poison ivy have only -three in a cluster; and that is the way I tell the -difference between them. When the leaves grow in -threes, look out; but when they are in fives, there’s -no danger.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I must try to remember that,” said Whistler, -repeating to himself the last remark of Clinton. “Let -me see,—how can I fix that in my mind, so that I -shall know ‘which is which,’ as they say? Now, I -have it! If the leaf has five fingers, like my <i>hand</i>, I -can <i>handle</i> it; if it hasn’t, I must not touch it.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>This process, in Whistler’s mind, was not a mere -boyish whim. It was founded on a law planted deep -in our mental natures,—the law of the association of -ideas. It is difficult to remember a number or figure -standing by itself; and the matter becomes still worse -<span class='pageno' id='Page_62'>62</span>when two numbers are to be borne in mind, and distinguished -from each other, as in this instance. But, -by associating the number in the mind with some particular -object, event or word, we have a clew to it, -which will seldom fail us; and if the word, event or -object, bears any resemblance to the number, it is all -the better. Thus you see that Whistler was quite a -philosopher in this matter, although he did not know -it. By making the act of handling depend upon the -fancied resemblance of the leaf to his hand, he would -never be at a loss to tell whether it was the three or -five-lobed leaf that he was to avoid.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“There’s a three-leaved one!—that’s a poison ivy, -isn’t it?” exclaimed Whistler, a few moments after, -pointing to a vine that looked very much like the -other, except in the number of its leaflets.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, that’s one of them,—don’t touch it!” said -Clinton, as Whistler approached it.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I shan’t look at it,” said Ella, turning her head in -an opposite direction.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“It won’t hurt you if you don’t touch it,—you -needn’t be afraid to look at it,” remarked Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I’ve a great mind to touch it, just to see how it -<span class='pageno' id='Page_63'>63</span>would operate,” said Whistler, going still nearer to the -vine.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Why, William Davenport!—you silly boy!” exclaimed -Ella, with a look of astonishment.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No! don’t touch it, Willie! You’ll be sorry if -you do,” said Clinton. “It will make your face and -eyes swell up, so that you won’t know yourself; and it -won’t feel very comfortable, either.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But it doesn’t poison every body, does it?” inquired -Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No; some people can handle it without being -hurt,” said Clinton; “but I wouldn’t risk it, if I were -you. If you get poisoned once, you’ll be more liable -to it next time; and so the danger will keep increasing, -every time you come in contact with it.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Is there any dogwood about here?” inquired -Whistler, turning away from the ivy.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes; there’s a little, I believe,” said Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“That is awful stuff! I’ve heard that you can’t -look at it without getting poisoned,” said Ella.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I don’t believe that story,” replied Clinton. “I’ve -looked at it myself without being poisoned. Sometimes -people who have been poisoned a good many -<span class='pageno' id='Page_64'>64</span>times, get to be so susceptible that they can’t go near -ivy or dogwood without being infected, even if they -don’t touch it; and I suppose that accounts for the -notion that dogwood will poison you if you only look -at it.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“What sort of a thing is dogwood? What does it -look like?” inquired Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“It is a very pretty shrub,” replied his cousin. “It -grows almost large enough to be called a tree, and has -smooth and glossy branches and leaves. It thrives -only in wet places, I believe; but it is not near so -common as the poison ivy.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>There are one or two other facts relating to these -plants, which Clinton did not know, but which may be -of some advantage to my readers when they ramble -through the woods and swamps. These two shrubs, -known in common language as “poison ivy” and -“poison dogwood,” both belong to the sumach family, -and are the only plants in our New England woods -that are poisonous to the touch. Neither of them -bears a conspicuous blossom or fruit; so that if the -young botanist should chance to discover a strange -plant with a beautiful and prominent flower, he may -<span class='pageno' id='Page_65'>65</span>be sure that it will not harm him to pluck it. An -unknown plant should never be eaten, however; as -many species of the vegetable kingdom, which may be -handled with impunity, are poisonous if taken into the -stomach.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Our party had now emerged from the swamp, and -were ascending to higher land. They soon came to -the strawberry patch, but did not find the berries quite -so plenty as they anticipated, other pickers having -been there before them. Clinton proposed going -further, and Whistler fell in with the suggestion; but -the girls preferred to stop and glean the few berries -that were left, rather than to seek new fields. The -boys, however, concluded to extend their tramp to the -hills, about a mile distant, leaving the girls to look out -for themselves. Their course lay through a succession -of fields and pastures, gradually ascending, until they -reached the base of the high hills shown in the upper -part of the map of Brookdale. These hills were -thickly wooded, many of the trees being of majestic -size and great beauty. They were chiefly pines, and -the ground beneath was cushioned with the brown -foliage of former years, while the air was full of the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_66'>66</span>balmy odor that distills from this noble tree. Now and -then a decayed stump, which their united arms could -scarcely encircle, showed where some giant of the -woods had fallen; but, in the main, this hill-side forest -was as nature made it.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The boys found it a slippery and toilsome path up -the hill; but, once on the top of “Bald Peak,” as the -eminence was called, they were rewarded for their -pains by the extensive prospect that met their eyes. -The spot was very rocky, and, as its name implied, -was destitute of trees. The view took in a wide range -of country, dotted with houses and cultivated fields.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“There!” exclaimed Clinton, as they seated themselves -upon a mossy stone,—“have you got anything -in Boston that beats this?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I don’t know,—we have some pretty good views -in Boston,” replied his cousin.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“From the top of the State House?” inquired Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, that’s one of the places,” said Whistler; “but -we have a pretty distant prospect from our house,—fully -equal to this, I should say.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“How far can you see?” continued Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_67'>67</span>“Well, I can’t say exactly,” replied Whistler, with -the utmost soberness; “but I believe we can see about -ninety-five million miles, in the day time, and considerably -further in a clear evening.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I’ll knock under,—I don’t think even Bald Peak -can beat that,” replied Clinton, with a laugh.</p> - -<p class='c013'>After resting themselves, the boys, suddenly remembering -that they had started in quest of strawberries, -concluded to go down to the foot of the hill on the side -opposite to the one they ascended, where Clinton -thought they should find some berries. They had not -proceeded far, when the sharp crack of a musket was -heard not far off.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Halloo! somebody’s gunning about here! I wonder -who it can be?” said Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Are there many houses over this way?” inquired -Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No; there isn’t one nearer than our house,” replied -Clinton. “There isn’t a road within two or three -miles either, except a logging-road through the woods.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Then it must be somebody from Brookdale,” observed -Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I suppose so,” added his cousin.</p> - -<div id='i068' class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_68'>68</span> -<img src='images/i068.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>They soon reached a clearing in the woods, and discovered -a rough-looking man concealed behind the -prostrate trunk of a large tree, getting ready to fire at -a pair of rabbits, which were nibbling the herbage at a -short distance from him. The timid creatures apparently -heard the boys’ footsteps, for they suddenly fled, -before the man noticed that any one else was near. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_69'>69</span>When he turned about and saw the boys, he looked -surprised, and a scowl settled upon his face.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“What did you scare my game for?” he inquired, -in a surly tone, addressing Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The latter seemed somewhat alarmed, and replied -that it was entirely accidental. The appearance of -the man was far from prepossessing, leaving out of the -account his cross looks, and the solitary place in which -they encountered him. His face was coarse and unshaven, -and his hair looked as if it was not on good -terms with the comb. He wore a loose blouse, or -frock, and a queer slouched cap, and his feet were -without stockings. After giving the boys a searching -look, he said, addressing Clinton:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Do you know me?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir,” he replied.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Who is this boy?” continued the man, pointing to -Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“He is a cousin of mine, from Boston,” replied -Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“What are you here after?” inquired the gunner.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Partly to take a walk, and partly to get some -strawberries,” said Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_70'>70</span>The man now got up, and the boys noticed—what -had before escaped their attention—that he was quite -lame. Using his gun to help support his body, he -hobbled a little ways, and then turned back toward the -boys, and said, in a kinder tone than before:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Clinton, I want you to do me a little favor, if you -will.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I will, with pleasure,” replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I met with an accident this morning,” continued the -gunner. “I’m taking a tramp after game, you -see. I started last week, and am on my way to -Moosehead Lake, all alone. I camp out nights, and -have got a booth over yonder, where I slept last night. -But this morning, as bad luck would have it, I fell -from a tree and sprained my ankle, and it’s just as -much as ever I can do, now, to hobble about. I’m -afraid I shall be laid up here two or three days, if I -don’t do something for it. If I could only get a little -rum, or balm of Gilead, or pain-killer, or something of -that sort, to bathe it with, I should be right down -glad.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I guess mother has got something that would be -good for your ankle,” said Clinton, anticipating the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_71'>71</span>man’s request. “I’ll ask her, and if she has, I’ll -bring it over to-morrow forenoon.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Couldn’t you get it yourself, without saying -anything to her about it?” inquired the sportsman.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, I don’t think I could,—I don’t know anything -about her medicines,” replied Clinton. “But if she has -got anything that is good for a sprain, she would send -you some, I’m certain of that.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But I don’t want her nor any body else to know -that I’m here,” said the man.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Clinton did not know what to say to this. After a -brief pause, in which the sportsman seemed in deep -thought, he continued:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“The case is just this: I’m owing old Ben Brown -a little money, and I can’t pay it now; but Ben is such -an ugly old dog, that if he should hear that I’m around -here, it would be just like him to have a writ out -after me, or do some other rascally thing. You -mustn’t tell a single soul that you saw me here. If -you do, it might get to him. Do you understand?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir; I’ll keep dark,” replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“You promise, on your word of honor, that you -won’t say a word about me?” continued the man.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_72'>72</span>“Yes, sir,” replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, I believe your character is pretty good, and -I suppose I can trust you,” said the man; “but if you -<i>should</i> betray me, all I have got to say is, look out -for Dick Sneider!”</p> - -<p class='c013'>The savage tone with which this last sentence was -uttered, startled the boys somewhat; but they made no -reply. The man then bound Whistler to secrecy by a -similar promise. The boys, who had seated themselves -on the log, now arose to depart, Clinton observing -as he did so:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I’m sorry that I can’t bring you something for -your sprain, Mr. Sneider; but I don’t see how I can, -unless you will let me ask mother.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Never mind that. I’ll give my ankle a good bathing -in cold water to-night, and I guess I shall be able -to travel in a day or two.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>The sun was getting low, and the boys now started -for home, at a brisk pace. Their adventure supplied -a topic of conversation most of the way; but, in reply -to Whistler’s numerous questions, Clinton could give -no very definite information in regard to the man they -had so unexpectedly encountered. All that he knew -<span class='pageno' id='Page_73'>73</span>about Sneider was, that he once kept a disreputable -shop at the Cross Road, where he sold intoxicating -liquor, in violation of law; that his establishment was -finally broken up, and himself sent to jail; and that he -had the name of being a desperate fellow.</p> - -<p class='c013'>On their way the boys passed through the pasture -in which the cows were kept. They found Daisy, -Nelly and Princess, quietly awaiting their coming at -the gateway; and, having taken down the bars, they -drove, or rather followed, the sober and dignified -animals to their home.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_74'>74</span> - <h2 class='c009'>CHAPTER V.<br /> <br />THE ACCIDENT.</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c019'>“YOU will have to amuse yourself indoors to-day,” -said Clinton to his cousin, the next morning, as -he looked out of the window, soon after the accustomed -triple rap had aroused him from his slumbers. The -rain was falling fast, and the direction of the wind -betokened a storm rather than a shower. Whistler -was somewhat disappointed, as he and Clinton had -planned a ride; but he concluded to make the best of -it, and find such amusement as he could in the barn, -the shop, and the house.</p> - -<p class='c013'>After breakfast the boys went out to the barn, Clinton -having several jobs to attend to. Whistler, not -liking to be idle, took it into his head to cut up some -hay for the horse,—a kind of work which he could do as -well as Clinton. The hay-cutter, as most of you know, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_75'>75</span>consists of a sort of shallow wooden trough, with a -cylinder, in which are several sharp knives, at one end -of it. The cylinder is made to revolve very fast, by -means of an iron wheel and crank turned by the hand; -and as the hay is pushed slowly against the knives, it -is cut into short pieces, and falls into the vessel placed -to receive it. Whistler had worked at the machine -but a few minutes, when some drops of fresh blood on -the hay attracted his attention. He looked at his left -hand, which was feeding the machine, and found, to his -astonishment, that the end of the fore finger was missing! -For an instant, he could hardly believe his eyes, -for the knife had done its work so neatly that he felt -no pain nor unusual sensation in the mutilated finger; -but the flowing blood quickly dispelled all doubt as to -what had happened.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Clinton!” he called, “come here, quick! I’ve cut -my finger off!”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Clinton, pale with fright, ran to his aid; but he seemed -somewhat relieved when he found that his cousin had -not lost the whole finger, but only about half an inch -of it. It was bad enough, however, as it was; and he -sympathized most tenderly with Whistler. They were -<span class='pageno' id='Page_76'>76</span>about to go into the house, when a new idea occurred -to Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Where is the piece that came off? Have you found -it?” he inquired.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No,” replied Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“We must find it, then, and put it on before it gets -cold. I shouldn’t wonder if it would grow on again. -I believe I’ve heard of such things,” said Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“You look for it, then,—I can’t. I don’t want to see -it,” said Whistler, who began to feel faint and sick -from the sight of blood. “O, dear!” he added, -“what shall I do? My visit is spoilt!—and I thought -I should have such a good time!” And the tears began -to flow fast.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Don’t say so, Willie,” said Clinton, who was looking -among the hay for the end of the finger. “This -won’t be a very bad affair. I know you’ll have a -good time yet, before your vacation is over.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“What will uncle say?” continued Whistler. “He -cautioned me about the hay-cutter this morning; and -father did, too, before I came down here. I thought I -was careful, and I don’t see, now, how I did it.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Here’s the piece!” said Clinton, as he discovered -<span class='pageno' id='Page_77'>77</span>the missing tip. “It looks as natural as life, doesn’t -it? Now, let me put it on, just as it belongs, and then -we’ll go in and get mother to do the finger up.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Clinton carefully pressed the severed parts together, -and put a handkerchief over the hand, and they then -went into the house. Willie’s appearance, as he -entered the room, gave his aunt quite a shock; but -she quickly recalled her presence of mind, and, on -learning the nature of his injury, took immediate -measures for his relief. Clinton, in the meantime, -called his father. As his uncle entered, Whistler gave -vent to a new outburst of tears; but when Mr. Davenport, -instead of alluding to the warning he had given -him, or charging him with carelessness, spoke of the -danger attending the use of the hay-cutter, and of the -frequency of accidents of this kind, Willie’s tears gradually -dried up, and he began to regain something of the -self-command he had lost. It often happens that the -first shock of a misfortune unmans even the bravest of -spirits; and we need not wonder, therefore, that Whistler -was at first so much affected by what was after all -not a very serious accident.</p> - -<p class='c013'>It was thought best to send for the physician at -<span class='pageno' id='Page_78'>78</span>once; and Clinton was despatched for him, in a covered -wagon, as the rain was still falling fast. Dr. -Hart lived a mile or two from Mr. Davenport’s; and -it was nearly an hour before he drove up in his gig. -He found his young patient quite calm and cheerful, -and received from him a minute account of the accident. -He then tenderly unbound the wounded finger, -and examined into the extent of the injury.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“This is not going to be a very bad affair, Willie,” -said the doctor, after he had completed his examination. -“It isn’t near so serious as it would be if you -had cut off two or three of your fingers, as I have frequently -known boys to do when playing with a hay-cutter. -I think the tip will grow on again, and the -finger will be about as good as it ever was. It is very -fortunate that you did not forget to put the piece on -again.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I must give Clinton the credit of that; I shouldn’t -have thought of it,” said Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Suppose the piece shouldn’t grow on, what then?” -inquired Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Then his finger will always be half an inch short, -and it will be rather tender for a time,” replied the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_79'>79</span>doctor. “But I feel quite confident that it will knit -together. I shall have to sew it on, to keep it in its -place; but that won’t hurt him much.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>The doctor drew from his coat pocket a small case -of instruments, at the sight of which little Annie -retreated from the room. Clinton soon followed her -example, feeling that he had not the nerve to witness -the operation. Whistler himself looked rather anxious, -but not more so than his uncle and aunt. He promptly -obeyed all the directions of the doctor, however; and -when the needle was inserted through his flesh, he did -not flinch, nor utter a single cry, although the pain sent -the tears into his eyes. No resistance being offered, -and no time lost in coaxing the patient, the operations -of sewing and dressing were performed very quickly -and neatly.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“There,” said Dr. Hart, as he applied the last bandage, -“you bore that like a hero. There are few men -who would behave so well as you did under such an -operation. Now, if you take good care of your finger, -I have no doubt it will heal up nicely. You must -make a baby of it for a while, and treat it very tenderly; -if you don’t, it will be likely to let you know it.”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_80'>80</span>The doctor then gave Mrs. Davenport some directions -in regard to the management of the wounded -finger. Having thus fulfilled his professional duty, he -branched off to the topics of village news, as was his -wont, remarking to Mr. Davenport:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Friend Walker met with a pretty serious loss last -night.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“What loss? I’ve heard nothing about it,” replied -Mr. Davenport.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Heard nothing about the fire!” exclaimed the -doctor, with surprise. “Why, his barn was burned flat -last night, with everything in it.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Is it possible?” exclaimed Mr. Davenport.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes,” continued the doctor; “and his oxen, and -one of his cows, and all of his hogs, were burned to -death. Then his barn was full of hay—about twenty -tons. It’s quite a sad loss to the old man, and he’s -almost crazy about it.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, I am sorry for the old gentleman,” said Mrs. -Davenport, with much feeling. “It’s a great loss, at -his time of life, and he has seen so much trouble, too.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But where were we, that we knew nothing about -this before?” inquired Mr. Davenport.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_81'>81</span>“O, I don’t wonder at that at all,” replied his wife. -“You know his house is over a mile from us, and -there’s quite a hill between us, so that a fire in his -neighborhood wouldn’t show very plain here.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“How was it with his horse? I suppose he was in -the pasture,” said Mr. Davenport.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes,—they turned him into the pasture last night; -but they can’t find anything of him this morning,” -replied the doctor.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“That is very singular; it looks as if some roguery -had been going on,” observed Mr. Davenport.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, yes; the barn was set on fire,—there is no -doubt of that,” continued the doctor. “There hadn’t -been any fire or light near it for several months.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Who do they suppose did it?” inquired Clinton, -who had returned to the room while the doctor was -telling the news.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“They don’t suspect anybody, that I know of,” -replied the doctor. “Mr. Walker says he hasn’t the -slightest idea who did it, and other folks are as much -in the dark as he is. People can’t help thinking of that -drunken, vagrant son of his; but, then, I don’t believe -Tom would do such a fiendish act, bad as he is.”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_82'>82</span>“O, no; Tom Walker never could have done such a -thing as that,” said Mrs. Davenport.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, I’m sorry it has happened,” said the doctor, -as he arose to depart, “not only on Mr. Walker’s -account, but because it diminishes the security of the -whole community. There is no safety for any of us, -when such villains are prowling around. Good-by, -Willie; I’ll call to see how you are getting along, in a -day or two. Good-day, all.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Soon after the doctor departed, Clinton and his -father rode over to Mr. Walker’s to see the ruins, and -to tender their sympathies to the sufferers. It was -indeed a sad, and, in that village, an unusual spectacle, -that they beheld. The smouldering heaps of half-burned -grain and hay, the blackened remains of the -animals that perished, the partially consumed carts, -ploughs and implements, the iron of which only -remained, and the surrounding trees, stripped of every -green leaf, presented a gloomy picture of desolation, -where peace and plenty smiled but a few hours before. -The family had not recovered from their alarm -and excitement, and seemed to feel their loss very -deeply. Mr. Davenport tendered his sympathies and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_83'>83</span>his services to his afflicted neighbors, and soon after -returned home.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Whistler, during the absence of his uncle and cousin, -talked quite cheerfully with Annie, and seemed in his -usual spirits.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I’ve got a baby, now, that beats yours,” he said, as -Annie brought out her doll to play with it.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Where is it?” inquired Annie.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Here it is,” he said, pointing to his bandaged -finger.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, I wouldn’t have such a baby as that!” exclaimed -Annie.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“He’s a real good baby; he’s alive, and yours -isn’t,” said Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But his head is cut off,” suggested Annie.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No matter; the doctor has sewed it on again,” -replied Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, it’s an ugly baby; I don’t like it,” said -Annie.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, he isn’t ugly; he never cries, nor makes any -fuss,” replied Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“He makes <i>you</i> cry, though,” retorted Annie, with a -look so arch that Whistler laughed merrily.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_84'>84</span>“I guess your finger doesn’t pain you much, Willie, -does it?” inquired Mrs. Davenport.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, ma’am,” he replied, “I don’t feel it hardly -any, now; and it hasn’t hurt me much yet, only when -the doctor was fixing it.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>For the greater security of Whistler’s finger, which -could not bear the slightest touch, his aunt fixed a -sling, in which he carried his arm. During the day -he experienced but very little pain from the wound, -and in this respect was most disagreeably disappointed. -Mr. Davenport suggested that his father ought to be -informed of the accident; and Whistler decided to -write to him that afternoon, as he had the free use of -his right hand. The thought of doing this, however, -brought a shadow over his countenance.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I wish I could get along without letting the folks -at home know anything about this,” he at length said.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“That would hardly be possible,” said his uncle, “as -your finger will not have time to heal up entirely -before you go home; and, even if it were possible, do -you think it would be right to do so?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, sir,—I did not think of doing so; but I dread -to have them know it,” replied Whistler. “Mother -<span class='pageno' id='Page_85'>85</span>will worry about me, and father will say that I was -careless,—that’s what he always says when anything -happens to me.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Isn’t it possible that you were a trifle careless?” -inquired Mr. Davenport.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I suppose I was,” he replied.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Clinton has used that hay-cutter, more or less, for -four or five years, and he never hurt himself with it,” -said Mr. Davenport, who really thought that Willie -was a little heedless, and wished this accident should -prove a valuable lesson to him.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The gathering tears in the boy’s eyes warned Mr. -Davenport that he had said enough, if not too much. -Clinton, noticing his cousin’s sensitiveness, came to his -relief, saying:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, father, I always thought that hay-cutter was -a dangerous thing, and I’ve come pretty near cutting -my fingers with it more than once. But I’ve thought -of a way that I can fix it, so that it won’t cut off any -more fingers. I’m going to nail a strip of wood over -the place where you put the hay in, close up to the -cylinder, so that you can’t reach the knives with your -fingers. I’ll go and do it now, and see how it works.”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_86'>86</span>Whistler proceeded with his letter. Clinton came -in, after a short absence, and reported that he had -applied his safety-guard to the hay-cutter, and that it -worked admirably. He said it interfered but very -little with the operation of the machine, and he thought -it would not trouble him at all after he became accustomed -to it. It was impossible, he said, for a person -to cut his fingers when this guard was on, unless he -did it with design.</p> - -<p class='c013'>When Whistler had finished his letter, Clinton took -it over to the Cross Roads, this being the nearest post-office. -The rain had ceased, and Mrs. Davenport, -having an errand to do, accompanied Clinton, leaving -the house in charge of Whistler and Annie, who found -plenty of ways of amusing each other until the return -of the absentees.</p> - -<p class='c013'>It was not until bed time that Whistler began to -experience much inconvenience from his cut finger. -He then found that he should need Clinton’s assistance -in undressing; and he subsequently discovered that it -was not quite so easy to keep his finger from contact -with surrounding things in bed, as it was when sitting -up.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_87'>87</span>As the boys talked over the incidents of the day, -after they had got into bed, Clinton inquired, in a low -tone:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Didn’t you think of Dick Sneider, Willie, when -you heard of the fire?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, I thought of him the very first thing, and I -should have spoken of it if we hadn’t promised not to,” -replied Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“So should I,” added Clinton; “but, then, it isn’t -likely he set the fire, for he was so lame he couldn’t -have got over to Mr. Walker’s.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, I don’t imagine he did it,” said Whistler; -“but there was something about his looks that -I didn’t like. How cross he looked when he first -saw us!”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I know it; and how afraid he was that we should -tell somebody we saw him!” added Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, if he wasn’t so lame I should have some -suspicion of him,” said Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But, perhaps he wasn’t so very lame; he might -have only made believe so,” suggested Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I wish we hadn’t bound ourselves not to say -anything about him,” said Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_88'>88</span>“They say a bad promise is better broken than -kept,” added Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes; but how do you know that was a bad promise?” -inquired Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I don’t think it was a very good one, even if the -excuse he gave about his owing Mr. Brown some -money was the real one,” replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, I hope they will catch the rascal that set the -fire, whoever he is,” said Whistler; “but, after all, I -don’t think it could have been the man we met in the -woods.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Whistler did not pass the night very comfortably. -When he slept he was visited by troubled dreams, the -effect of the nervous excitement of the day; and his -wounded finger was continually receiving knocks, the -throbbing pain of which awoke him, sometimes keeping -him in agony for half an hour afterwards. Daybreak -was never more welcome to him than it was the next -morning.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_89'>89</span> - <h2 class='c009'>CHAPTER VI.<br /> <br />A LITERARY ENTERPRISE.</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c019'>WHISTLER soon found that his visit to Brookdale -was not quite “spoilt,” as he feared it was, -by the accident that had happened to him. His -injured finger was somewhat troublesome, it is true, -especially at night, when it received many unfortunate -knocks, which often awoke him from a sound sleep. -It also prevented his joining in the rough and active -sports of which boys are generally so fond; and, as he -had but one hand to work with, he found, moreover, -that he could render but little assistance to Clinton, in -his regular duties. But there was another and a -pleasanter side to the account. The wound pained -him but slightly, and his health was not at all affected -by it. He could walk and ride as much as he pleased; -and then, when Clinton could not accompany him in -<span class='pageno' id='Page_90'>90</span>his excursions, he never failed to find sources of -amusement about the house, or in the shop or the barn. -The doctor called occasionally to look after the finger, -and always reported that it was doing well, never -omitting to praise Whistler for the good care he took -of it.</p> - -<div id='i090' class='figleft id004'> -<img src='images/i090.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>One stormy day, about a week after the accident, as -Whistler was sitting in the house, deeply engaged with -a book, the lively “Clack! clack!” of the flail struck -up, and, taking his cap and book, he ran out to the -barn. He found Clinton in the back part of the barn, -engaged in threshing rye. -The grain, tied up in bundles, -was piled on each -side of him as high as the -flooring above. The process -of threshing hardly -need be described; and -yet, as possibly some -young city reader may never have witnessed it, I will -say that a quantity of straw is laid upon the barn floor, -and the heads of it are beat by the flail until all the -grain is shaken out of it. The flail is made of hard -<span class='pageno' id='Page_91'>91</span>wood, in two pieces, united by leather, or some other -flexible material, which allows the shorter piece to -play freely, something like the lash of a whip. When -the grain is all threshed out, the straw is removed, -and tied up in bundles. The grain is then shovelled -up, and passed through a coarse sieve, and is ready to -be stored away.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Have you found a piece, Willie?” inquired -Clinton, as his cousin entered the barn.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, I can’t find one that suits me,” replied -Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, I’ve thought of another plan, and a better -one still,” continued Clinton; “and that is, that you -<i>write</i> a dialogue for us.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“<i>I</i> write a dialogue! That’s a pretty joke!—ha! -ha! ha!” replied Whistler, with a merry laugh.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes,—why not?” inquired Clinton. “You write -compositions, and you have got plenty of time now, -while your finger is sore. Come, you’ll try, won’t -you?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, no; I couldn’t do anything if I should try,” -replied Whistler. “If I had only known it before I -left home, I could have got a copy of the dialogue the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_92'>92</span>boys spoke at our last exhibition. It was a real funny -piece; better than any in this book. One of these -will do, though, if we can’t find something better.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But we must have something better,” said Clinton, -with earnestness, laying down his flail. “If you won’t -write one yourself, you’ll help me do it, won’t you?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, I’ll agree to do what I can; but I’m afraid -I shan’t help you much,” replied Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“If we put our heads together, I think we can get up -something that will answer,” said Clinton. “As soon -as I’ve threshed this lot I’ll go into the house with -you, and see if we can’t make a beginning.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>The church and Sabbath-school which Clinton -attended were making preparation for a social festive -gathering, to be held in a grove; and among the -entertainments proposed were to be declamations by -several of the young people. Clinton and Whistler -had both been invited to take part in these exercises, -and they had also been requested to select a dialogue -for two or three smaller boys, and to see that they -were properly drilled in their parts. They felt that -quite a serious responsibility had been laid upon them; -and for a day or two it had been the subject of much -<span class='pageno' id='Page_93'>93</span>consultation. Clinton had at length made a selection -for himself, and Whistler had concluded to repeat the -piece which he spoke at his school exhibition a few -weeks before. The dialogue, however, was yet to be -determined on; and, as they had less than two weeks -for preparation, it naturally gave them some uneasiness, -especially as they had thus far been unable to -find a suitable piece.</p> - -<p class='c013'>After Clinton had finished threshing the lot of grain -which he had begun, he went up to his bedroom, with -Whistler, and opening the little desk upon the table, -they sat down, and tried to agree upon some plan, or -subject, for the dialogue. They did not accomplish -much, however, beyond making a few pen flourishes, -and thoroughly overhauling the contents of the desk, -which contained, among other things, a few of Clinton’s -compositions, in which Whistler was much interested. -The fact was, neither of them had any idea to propose, -and the longer they sat there the farther their attention -wandered from the subject in hand, until, at last, the -call to dinner interrupted their fruitless consultation.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The boys had no better success in the afternoon with -their literary enterprise, and Clinton’s ardor began to -<span class='pageno' id='Page_94'>94</span>cool off a little; for, to tell the truth, the ardor was -pretty much all on his side. They retired to bed early -in the evening, intending to have “a good talk” before -it was time to go to sleep. While thus engaged, telling -stories to each other, Whistler related an incident -that once occurred in the school he attended.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“There!” exclaimed Clinton, as soon as he had -finished, “why can’t we bring that into our dialogue? -It would be a complete subject, wouldn’t it? We -might change it a little, if we wanted to, to make it -tell better in a dialogue, but it wouldn’t be very bad -if we took it just as it is. What do you say to that -idea, Willie?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I don’t know; perhaps we might make something -out of it,” replied Whistler. “If we could only get it -up equal to the original, it would make some fun, I -can tell you.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“We’ll try, at any rate,” said Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>And they did try, the next day,—yes, and several -days following. The result was, by their joint efforts, -Whistler’s story was “done” into dialogue, with some -slight changes to give it more effect. The old and -very reasonable adage, that “Two heads are better than -<span class='pageno' id='Page_95'>95</span>one,” proved true in this case, as they made a better -dialogue, together, than either could have written -alone. They seemed aware of this, and even Whistler -came to feel quite a lively interest in the literary -bantling. As the reader may like to know something -of this production, I will give the substance of it, or, -rather, the story on which it was founded.</p> - -<p class='c013'>A group of boys were playing in a school-room, a -little while before school time, when a trifling dispute -arose between two of them—John and Benjamin. -One gave the other the lie, and, both being of hot -temperament, it was “a word and a blow.” They -clinched, fell, and rolled together on the floor, and were -pummeling each other well, when suddenly the teacher -walked into the room. Taking the pugilists by the -collar, he lifted them upon their feet, and sent the -other boys to their seats. On inquiring into the origin -of the quarrel, he found that they were about equally -guilty. Accordingly, he reproved them both sharply -for their fault.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“If you must fight,” he said, “why don’t you do it -in a decent and gentlemanly way, and not act like a -couple of bullies? I’ll show you how it should be -<span class='pageno' id='Page_96'>96</span>done. Here, John, take this stick (handing him the -familiar ratan), and now give Benjamin one dozen -smart cuts with it across his back. And don’t you lift -a finger, Benjamin, unless you want me to take you -in hand.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>John seemed as much astonished as pleased, as he -took the rod and began to pay on the blows; while -his antagonist received them without a word or cry, -but with a sullen and dogged look. After he had -completed the dozen, the teacher told Benjamin to -take the ratan, and bestow the same favor upon John’s -back. Both faces changed at this unexpected turn in -affairs, and Benjamin laid on his dozen with a heartiness -that showed he fully entered into the spirit of this -part of the arrangement.</p> - -<p class='c013'>This operation finished, the teacher asked each of -them if he was satisfied, and received an affirmative -answer.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, then,” said the teacher, “if you are both satisfied, -your quarrel is made up, and you may complete -the reconciliation by shaking hands, and giving each -other the kiss of peace.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>There was a general titter among the scholars at -<span class='pageno' id='Page_97'>97</span>these words, which the teacher promptly suppressed. -Seeing that the two culprits hesitated, he repeated the -order; but they did not move.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well,” he continued, “I see your feelings are -hardly mollified, yet,—I shall have to see what I can -do;” and he took the rod, and advanced towards them.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The boys, blushing to their temples, barely extended -their hands, and brought their faces together, followed -by an explosion of laughter from the whole school, -which the teacher sternly silenced.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“That won’t do,” said the teacher; “it was too cold -and mechanical,—there was no soul in it. You can -do better than that; now, try again.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>After a little more coaxing (the ratan still impending -over their heads), the culprits concluded to comply, -and went through the ceremony in a much more cordial -manner. There was a new burst of laughter from -all hands, in which the teacher himself joined, this -time; and the two offenders retreated to their seats, -with faces as red as peonies, not knowing whether to -laugh or cry.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Such was the story upon which the dialogue was -founded. In dramatizing it, however, Clinton and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_98'>98</span>Whistler had found it necessary to make some slight -changes.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The boys made three copies of the dialogue—one -for each of the principal characters. It was decided -that Clinton should take the part of schoolmaster, and -the two belligerents were to be represented by two -smaller boys. These boys had agreed to meet Clinton -and Whistler on Saturday afternoon, to study and -rehearse their parts. The place of rendezvous was a -charming little dell, in a grove behind the schoolhouse, -which was well known to all the children in town by -the name of “Spouting Hollow,” from the circumstance -that it was occasionally used by the young orators as a -place of rehearsal.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The boys had not yet shown their dialogue to any -one. Clinton had thought of getting his father to read -it, but no opportunity had presented itself as yet. On -Friday evening, after tea, Mr. Davenport took a chair -from the house, and seated himself just outside of the -front door to enjoy the cool air, for the day had -been quite sultry. Annie, with her little chair, soon -seated herself by his side and engaged his attention, -and it was some little time before Clinton could get -<span class='pageno' id='Page_99'>99</span>a chance to broach the subject which was upon his -mind.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Ah! have you finished the dialogue, so soon?” -inquired Mr. Davenport, when Clinton alluded to it.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir, it’s all done, and we’re going down to -Spouting Hollow, to-morrow afternoon, to rehearse it,” -replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, you have been pretty smart, and I hope you -have done your best, too,” said his father, in a tone -that seemed to imply some slight misgivings.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“<i>We</i> think we have done pretty well,” remarked -Whistler. “At any rate, we’ve made a better -dialogue than I thought we could.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Ah! I’m glad to hear that,” replied Mr. Davenport; -“what is the subject of it?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Perhaps you would like to read it,” said Clinton, -with some reluctance, slowly drawing the manuscript -from his jacket pocket.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, I will read it, if you wish,” replied his father.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Mr. Davenport took the paper, and commenced -reading it, for it was not yet dark. The boys walked -back and forth, around the house, both feeling something -of that indefinite dread which the modest literary -<span class='pageno' id='Page_100'>100</span>aspirant always experiences when his performances -are submitted to superior wisdom and judgment.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“How long it takes him to read it!” at length -whispered Clinton, after they had returned several -times to the doorway, and found him still absorbed -with the dialogue.</p> - -<p class='c013'>After a few minutes’ absence they again returned, -and Mr. Davenport had commenced reading it anew.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“He’s reading it over again,—you may know he -doesn’t like it,” whispered Clinton, when they were -beyond his hearing; and the hearts of both sank within -them.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The next time they approached the doorway, Mr. -Davenport had finished reading the paper, but seemed -to be so absorbed in thought that he did not notice the -boys. They turned to go away again, when he suddenly -called to them, and they went back, feeling like -a couple of culprits.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I was thinking,” he said, “of deferring my judgment -of this dialogue for an hour or so, until I could -collect my thoughts a little better; but, as I see you -are in considerable suspense, I won’t ask you to wait -any longer. And, to begin, I think you have executed -<span class='pageno' id='Page_101'>101</span>your task very well indeed, in a literary point of view. -The dialogue is natural and sprightly, and the whole -arrangement is very good, and does you much credit. -And yet, I can’t say I am wholly pleased with the -piece. Like many other authors, I think you have -been unfortunate in the choice of a subject. Whose -idea was it,—who suggested the plot?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“It was my idea,” replied Clinton; “Willie told -me the story, and I thought it would make a good -subject for a dialogue.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Ah! it is founded on fact, is it?” inquired Mr. -Davenport.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir; it is almost word for word what happened -in our school, once,” replied Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, I will tell you plainly what my objections -are,” continued Mr. Davenport. “They are of a -purely moral nature, and perhaps you will not feel -their force so much as I do. In the first place, I don’t -like the fighting scene. I think it is so brutal and -wicked for boys to maul each other in that way, that I -would not encourage it, even by imitating it in sport. -Besides, children are great imitators, and it wouldn’t -be strange if some little fellows, after seeing your -<span class='pageno' id='Page_102'>102</span>dialogue represented, should try to play off a fight on -their own hook; and perhaps they might get in earnest -before they were through with it. And then, again, -seeing a sham fight, like yours, might strengthen a -taste which too many boys have for witnessing <i>real</i> -battles, in which bloody noses and torn clothing are the -prizes. I presume you didn’t think of these things; -but don’t you see there is some force in them?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir,” replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But they represent such things at the theatres,” -suggested Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I know they do, Willie,” said his uncle; “but, in -my opinion, the theatre is a very poor school of -morality.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“And we read about such things in books, too,” -added Clinton, gathering courage from his cousin’s -objection to his father’s position.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“A written description of a fight, or any other -species of wrong-doing, is a very different thing from -the same affair acted out by living performers,” -replied Mr. Davenport. “Still, such scenes ought to -be introduced very sparingly and very cautiously into -books, in my opinion.”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_103'>103</span>“Is there anything else in the dialogue that you -don’t approve?” inquired Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes,” replied his father; “but I suppose I must -blame Willie’s teacher for the other faults, rather than -you. I don’t think he took a very wise or proper -course to settle the dispute between the two boys. I -should say that the mutual flogging must have deepened -their hatred of each other, and encouraged their -fighting propensities. Then I do not like the forced -reconciliation; it could only make deceivers and hypocrites -of them. Exposing them to the ridicule of the -whole school was another bad thing about the affair. -In fact, I should think that the whole scene must have -had a bad effect, not only on the culprits, but upon all -who witnessed it; and for that reason I should not like -to see it represented in a dialogue.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, then,” said Clinton, in a desponding tone, -“we shall have to give up the dialogue, for we -haven’t time to write another, even if we knew we -could write a better one.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I hope you are not going to allow one failure to -discourage you,” replied his father. “I do not find -any fault with this, except with the subject; and I do -<span class='pageno' id='Page_104'>104</span>not see why you cannot write another as good as this, -that shall be free from all objectionable matter.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Here the conversation ceased, and Mr. Davenport -went into the house. His decision in regard to the -dialogue had not been announced without the greatest -pain, as he well knew how sore a disappointment and -how deep a mortification it would carry with it. There -was no honest and proper course, however, but to -express his opinion freely and fully; and he accordingly -did so, in as kind a way as he could.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I almost wish we hadn’t shown it to father,” -said Clinton, when they were alone. “I don’t -believe anybody else would think there was any harm -in it.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, as for my part,” said Whistler, “I’m glad -we <i>did</i> show it to him; for if there’s anything out of -the way in it, I should much rather know it now, than -not find it out until after it was spoken.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>This manly remark had a decided effect on Clinton, -who, in the bitterness of his disappointment, had -uttered a sentiment which, to do him justice, we must -say did not come from his heart.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I suppose it’s all for the best,” he said; “but what -<span class='pageno' id='Page_105'>105</span>shall we tell the boys, when they meet, to-morrow, to -learn their parts?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“We can tell them that our dialogue did not suit -us, and we’re going to write another,” replied -Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Another?—how can we do that?” inquired -Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Why, you don’t mean to give it up, do you?” -inquired Whistler. “I don’t, at any rate. We’ve -promised the boys an original dialogue, and I, for one, -shan’t back out without trying at least once more. -We’ve got over a week to do it in, and it didn’t take -us three days to write that.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes,—but the subject?” suggested Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Ah, that’s the stick!” said Whistler. “Don’t you -think your father could tell us of something to write -about?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“You might ask him,” said Clinton, who seemed -determined that if another dialogue was written, his -cousin should shoulder the burden.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Willie did ask his uncle, who was much pleased to -learn that the boys had concluded to try again. He -talked with them during the evening in regard to the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_106'>106</span>matter, and suggested several plans and subjects, one -of which struck them very favorably, and they at once -concluded to adopt it.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Early the next morning the boys went to work upon -their new dialogue; and so earnestly did they labor, -that, to their own astonishment, it was finished when -the dinner hour arrived. It was much shorter, however, -than the first one, and was also simpler in its -construction. Mr. Davenport read and approved it; -and in the afternoon the nymphs of Spouting Hollow—if -that classic retreat was honored by such inhabitants—had -the pleasure of listening to its first -rehearsal.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_107'>107</span> - <h2 class='c009'>CHAPTER VII.<br /> <br />THE INCENDIARY.</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c019'>“THERE! I can’t do anything with only one -hand!” exclaimed Whistler, somewhat impatiently, -as he was at work in the shop one morning with -Clinton. He was nailing two pieces of wood together, -for some purpose or other; but the nail split them -both, and rendered them useless.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“You didn’t drive the nail in right, that’s the -trouble,” said Clinton, after glancing at the pieces. -“If you had turned it round the other way it wouldn’t -have split. You have set the wide part of the nail -across the grain of the wood, and it acts just like a -wedge. Don’t you see how the nail widens towards -the head? Well, that wide part ought to go the same -way as the grain, and not across it.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I’ve heard something of that before, but I didn’t -<span class='pageno' id='Page_108'>108</span>think anything about it,” said Whistler, who, it should -be remarked, had far less mechanical skill than Clinton, -who had enjoyed unusual facilities for cultivating this -talent, and, besides, had a natural aptitude for it.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Even if you were driving a nail into solid timber, -where there was no danger of splitting,” continued -Clinton, “the wide part ought not to go against the -grain; for, if it does, there will be a little opening -around the head of the nail, and that will let in air and -moisture, and make the wood decay.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, I’ll try it again,” said Whistler; and he -began to look around for some more pieces of wood.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“There is another thing about driving nails,” -continued Clinton; “did you know that you can -drive one into hard wood a great deal easier if you -wet it?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, I never heard of that,” replied his cousin.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“It is so,” added Clinton. “Oil is the best thing to -wet it with; but water is good, or you can put it into -your mouth, as the carpenters often do.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“There’s some knack even in driving a nail, isn’t -there?” said Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Ah, there comes Mr. Walker,” said Clinton, as a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_109'>109</span>man appeared in the yard, and he went out to speak -to him.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Where’s your father, Clinton?” inquired the man.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I don’t know,—he is somewhere about here,” -replied Clinton. “Shall I go and find him?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No matter about it,—I’m in a hurry,” replied Mr. -Walker. “I was going by, and I thought I’d stop -and let your folks know that father has heard from his -horse, and got track of the rascal that set fire to the -barn.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Has he?—who is it?” inquired Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“We’ve traced the fellow to Bangor, and there -we’ve lost him,” continued Mr. Walker; “but I’m in -hopes we shall get some clew to him again. He sold -the horse about twenty miles this side of Bangor.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But who is the fellow?” inquired Clinton, with a -feeling of suspense somewhat similar to what he experienced -when his father had the rejected dialogue -under consideration.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“We don’t know for a certainty,—he went by two -or three different names, and probably all of them -were assumed for the occasion,” replied Mr. Walker; -“but, from the description of him, we think it -<span class='pageno' id='Page_110'>110</span>must be a fellow that father complained of for selling -rum, over at the Cross Roads. His name was Dick -Sneider.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“There! that explains it all, then!” said Clinton, -and the color suddenly went from his face.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Explains what? Do you know anything about -it?” inquired Mr. Walker, with surprise.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Clinton then told Mr. Walker of his interview with -Sneider in the woods the night before the fire. Willie -also came out, on hearing the subject of conversation, -and supplied some omissions which Clinton, in his -alarm and nervousness, had overlooked. Mr. Walker -was a quick-tempered and impulsive young man, somewhat -overbearing in his manner, and, when in a passion, -not a very agreeable person, by any means. He -could scarcely restrain his anger, as the boys related -their adventure, and repeatedly interrupted them with -the inquiry, in a quick, snappish tone:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Why didn’t you tell of this before? What does -all this mean, I should like to know?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>His passion rose as the boys proceeded, and he soon -lost all self-control, and broke forth in a most profane -and outrageous manner, applying all kinds of abusive -<span class='pageno' id='Page_111'>111</span>epithets to Clinton in particular, for not telling of his -interview with Sneider before; pronouncing him a fool -and simpleton for being so easily deceived by him; -and, with the usual inconsistency of men in a passion, -threatening to have him arrested as an accomplice or -partner in the crime. The boys hung their heads like -criminals, under the stinging reproof; but, fortunately -for them, Mrs. Davenport, who, unobserved, had heard -the whole conversation, thought it her duty to interfere, -now that Mr. Walker’s temper had reached such a -pitch, and she accordingly stepped from the house. -The young man softened his words and tones a little -when he saw her, but still condemned Clinton’s error -in severe terms. She admitted that he had acted unwisely, -but mildly rebuked Mr. Walker for the severity -of his reprimand, reminding him that Clinton was but -a boy, and had probably done what he thought was -right. She also spoke of the accident which Whistler -met with, and of the busy preparations they had been -making for the picnic, which had caused them almost -to forget the fire.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Mr. Walker now started for home; but he had not -proceeded far when he met Mr. Davenport, and he -<span class='pageno' id='Page_112'>112</span>stopped to inform him of the discovery he had just -made.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Is that man drunk, or crazy, or what is the matter -with him?” inquired Whistler, indignantly, as soon as -Mr. Walker was out of hearing.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, Willie; he’s a fiery-tempered man,—that’s -all that ails him,” replied his aunt.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, if I hadn’t thought he was crazy, or drunk, -or something of that kind, I wouldn’t have stood so -much of his impudence,” added Whistler, whose -courage rose as the choleric young man rode off.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I know one thing,” said Clinton, “if Bill Walker -ever talks to me in that way again, I’ll give him as -good as he sends.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, no; you don’t mean that,” replied his mother. -“That would be putting yourself on a level with him; -and I’m sure you wouldn’t wish to do that. His bad -temper is a great injury to him. It is notorious all -over town, and nobody respects him so much as they -otherwise would, on account of it. He makes a great -many enemies, too, and, I have no doubt, he feels -heartily ashamed of himself when he gets over his fits -of passion. I hope you will never try to meet such a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_113'>113</span>man with his own weapons. The best way is to keep -silence, or speak mildly. ‘He that ruleth his spirit is -better than he that taketh a city,’ as the Bible says. -If you had been impudent to Mr. Walker, it would -have made him more furious, and he would not get over -his resentment half so easily; but now, he will soon -get calmed down, and then he will see that he has -treated you badly, and the next time you meet him he -will be as kind to you as ever,—you see if he isn’t.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes,—but before he gets cooled off, he’ll go all -over town and tell what a fool I am,” said Clinton, -bursting into tears.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, no, I think not,” replied his mother; “but, even -if he should, every body knows what he is, and his -reports will not injure you any, in the end.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Mr. Davenport soon came in, to make inquiries concerning -the affair of which he had just heard. He -could hardly credit Mr. Walker’s story, who, to tell the -truth, had not troubled himself much to explain the -mitigating circumstances in the case. He listened -patiently to the boys’ statement, and was very glad -to find that the affair was not so bad as had been -represented.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_114'>114</span>“I am very sorry this has happened,” said Mr. -Davenport, after they had made their explanations. -“If you had told me of this as soon as we heard of the -fire, it is probable that Dick might have been arrested; -for the officers would have known who they were in -pursuit of. Your silence has probably defeated the -ends of justice this time.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But he seemed to be so lame, that we thought he -couldn’t be the fellow,” suggested Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Ah, he was too shrewd for you there,” said Mr. -Davenport. “You shouldn’t believe all that such a -fellow tells you.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, to tell the truth, uncle,” said Whistler, “I -don’t think Clinton is so much to blame as I am. I -remember, now, his saying that he was suspicious of -Dick, and that a bad promise is better broken than -kept; but I rather talked him out of it.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Whistler had a nice sense of honor, hence this magnanimous -confession, which, indeed, was not a mere -compliment, but was the truth. Clinton would probably -have made the revelation immediately after the fire, -had he not been influenced otherwise—slightly it is -true—by his cousin. This, however, did not wholly -<span class='pageno' id='Page_115'>115</span>excuse his mistake. He knew more of Dick’s bad -character than Whistler did; and, besides, he ought -not to have been so easily influenced against his own -convictions. This, indeed, had always been one of -Clinton’s chief failings,—a disposition to yield too -readily to the wishes and arguments of others, when -his own better judgment ought to have dictated a -different course.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Clinton did not allow his cousin to assume all the -blame in the matter, but insisted on bearing his full -share. He strongly protested, however, that he thought -he was doing right.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I am a little inclined to doubt that,” replied his -father. “It seems to me you could not have given the -subject much thought. I suppose you had a sort of -general impression that you were doing nothing wrong; -but I suspect that you did not turn the matter over in -your mind as you ought. But, even if you did, after -due consideration, conclude that you had done right, -that would not make the action right.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But, in that case, I shouldn’t be to blame for doing -as I did, should I?” inquired Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, you would be to blame, unless you could give -<span class='pageno' id='Page_116'>116</span>a good excuse for not knowing better,” replied his -father. “But, are you sure that you gave the subject -proper reflection, and acted according to the best of -your knowledge?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir; I thought I did,” replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Your promise to Dick was the only reason for -your silence, was it not?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Why did you make such a promise? Supposing -his story was true about the debt, was it right for you -to shield him from justice?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But he said he couldn’t pay.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Then you regarded him as an honest but unfortunate -debtor, and thought it would be an act of mercy -to stand between him and his cruel creditor, did you?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Clinton could not answer that question, but looked -perplexed. He finally evaded it by saying:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But he looked so ugly, that I didn’t dare to refuse -him.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Did he threaten you, or use any compulsion?” -inquired his father.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir; he threatened us after we had promised -not to say anything about it.”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_117'>117</span>“Well, that will hardly excuse you for making such -a promise. I think you yielded too willingly. You -can hardly say that he <i>compelled</i> you to promise -secrecy. But, suppose he did compel you, what -then?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I suppose it would not have been binding on us.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Why not?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Because he forced us into it.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Then, when the barons of England compelled King -John to sign the Magna Charta, which secured to -Englishmen their liberties, the act was not binding -upon him, because he was forced into it; was it so?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Clinton made no reply.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“If I should catch a boy stealing apples from my -trees,” continued his father, “and should refuse to let -him go until he had promised not to steal any more, he -would be under no obligations to keep his promise, -would he?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir, he would.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Are there any circumstances, then, under which it -is proper to violate a promise?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir,—when the promise is wrong.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, that is a settled principle in morals, and one -<span class='pageno' id='Page_118'>118</span>that commends itself to every honest mind. If I -promise to do what is wrong, I am bound to break that -promise. Now, apply this principle to your promise -to Dick. Do you think that was a promise that ought -to have been kept?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I know it wasn’t, now, but I didn’t know then.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But I want you to banish from your mind all -thoughts of the fire, and what you have since learned -about it. We will suppose that Dick’s story was true. -You meet him unexpectedly in the woods. You know -that he is a worthless fellow, a vagabond and a rascal. -He pleads that he is in debt, and unable to pay, and -wants you to promise to tell no one that you saw him. -You know that if he is too poor to pay what he owes, -it is because he is too lazy to work. You know, moreover, -that he is a man who would be just as likely to -tell you a lie as the truth. Now, was it right for you -to make such a promise to such a man?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“And, after it was made, was it right to keep it, and -shield such a worthless fellow from the consequences -of the life he is leading?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_119'>119</span>“Well, then, why didn’t you find that out sooner?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I didn’t look at it in that light.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“That confirms what I said at the beginning. You -did not give the matter much thought; if you had, you -would have seen it in just this light, even if the fire -had never happened. But, what surprises me most of -all is, that, after you knew some villain had set Mr. -Walker’s barn on fire, and run off with his horse, you -did not take the trouble to think over this affair earnestly, -and decide what it was your duty to do. You seem to -have let it slip from your mind, as soon as you could, -without knowing whether you were doing right or wrong. -If you had done this under somewhat different circumstances, -it might have blasted your character for life. -Many an innocent man has found himself entangled in the -meshes of the law, by merely keeping a rogue’s secret.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Clinton was much affected by his father’s plain -dealing with him, and attempted no further excuse. -Whistler also felt badly about the affair, and he could -not help taking to himself a good share of the censure -bestowed upon his cousin. Mrs. Davenport, however, -who had been a silent listener to the conversation, was -not wholly satisfied with the course her husband had -<span class='pageno' id='Page_120'>120</span>taken. She thought he had judged the boys with too -much severity, and she accordingly put in a plea in -their behalf. Her argument included pretty much all -that could be said in mitigation of their error; and if -they had been on trial, and she had been their lawyer, -we may suppose that the heads of her “brief” would -have been something after this fashion:</p> - -<p class='c013'>(1.) Their youth and inexperience—not strange that -a wicked and artful man should mislead them—the -young, by a beautiful law of our natures, are more inclined -to believe than to doubt what is told them; not strange -that so young persons should not go through a long process -of reasoning, as to the right and wrong of the matter.</p> - -<p class='c013'>(2.) Dick’s feigned lameness was well calculated to -deceive them, and allay all suspicion.</p> - -<p class='c013'>(3.) Their motive in keeping the secret was honorable—a -regard for their promises.</p> - -<p class='c013'>(4.) The hints thrown out by several people, that -Mr. Walker’s intemperate son, Tom, was suspected, -may have had some influence on their minds.</p> - -<p class='c013'>(5.) The excitement about Willie’s accident, the -dialogues, etc., had probably caused them to think less -about the matter than they otherwise would.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_121'>121</span>“Well,” said Mr. Davenport, after she had concluded -her defence, “you have made out something of a case; -but, if my judgment was too severe, I am inclined to -think yours is too lenient. After all, perhaps the -truth lies about half way between us; so, Clinton, you -can consider my judgment as softened down a little; -but,” he added, with a smile, “you mustn’t think you -are altogether so blameless as your mother makes you -out.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Mr. Walker will get his horse back again, won’t -he?” inquired Willie.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes; a man has a right to his own property, -wherever he can find it,” replied Mr. Davenport.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I hope they will catch Dick, too,” said Clinton, -“and then they won’t have anything to blame me for. -I should be willing to go to court, as a witness against -him, if they could only nab him.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I hope he will get his deserts,” said his father; -“but, whether he does or does not, you must let this -unfortunate affair be a lesson to you in the future; and -beware how you listen to bad men, or make rash -promises, or keep a secret which you have reason to -think ought to be revealed.”</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_122'>122</span> - <h2 class='c009'>CHAPTER VIII.<br /> <br />THE FOREST PICNIC.</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c019'>THE long looked for twenty-fourth of August, the -day appointed for the picnic, at length arrived. At -Mr. Davenport’s the whole family were stirring before -daylight had fairly appeared; for there was much to be -done, and it was necessary to start for the scene of -festivities at an early hour. A heavy mist hung over -the village, at sunrise, but it soon melted away, and -the weather was all that could have been desired.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Fanny, who was to carry the family to the picnic, -was furnished with an extra allowance of oats; the -pigs and poultry also received rations sufficient to last -them till night; and the oxen and cows were turned -into the pasture, to shift for themselves. After breakfast, -the family dressed themselves in their best suits; -the horse was harnessed into a large, open wagon; -<span class='pageno' id='Page_123'>123</span>sundry cakes, and pies, and loaves of bread, were -stowed away in the bottom of the cart; and then, -locking up the house, all hands seated themselves in -the vehicle, and they drove off towards the Cross -Roads. The place of rendezvous for the party was -the vestry of the church at the Cross Roads. This -was the only church within a dozen miles of Brookdale, -the few scattered families in that village not -being able to sustain public worship among themselves. -So the church at the Cross Roads was <i>their</i> church, -although many of them lived four or five miles distant -from it.</p> - -<p class='c013'>When Mr. Davenport’s family arrived at the vestry, -they found that the people were nearly all assembled, -and were about to start for the grove, which was -a mile distant. There was a singular collection of -vehicles around the church,—chaises, carryalls, wagons, -hay-carts, &c.,—some of which were neatly -trimmed with green boughs. The word was given to -get ready, the various teams were loaded up, and the -motley procession started, escorted by several young -men on horseback, and the rear brought up by a large -company on foot. Their route, most of the way, lay -<span class='pageno' id='Page_124'>124</span>through a noble forest; for the road was not a public -highway, but was little more than a path, being used -chiefly for the teaming of wood. In many places it -was quite rough, narrow -and steep, and the -carriages were obliged -to proceed slowly; but -it was free from dust, -and was, withal, a very -pleasant and romantic -road. Several men and -children had gone on -ahead to open the gates, -or, perhaps, to have the -satisfaction of -being first on -the ground. -The principal -manager of -the arrangements, -who was mounted on a handsome horse, also -rode in advance of the procession, to see that the way -was cleared.</p> - -<div id='i124' class='figright id005'> -<img src='images/i124.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_125'>125</span>The grove selected for the picnic was at a place -called “The Falls,” about a mile from the village, in -a southwesterly direction. At this point the river -becomes a miniature cataract, the current being narrowed, -and the descent quite abrupt. The bed of -the stream is rocky, and the waters, as they dance -and tumble along their course, seem full of the spirit -of frolic. There are fine groves on each bank, -extending almost into the water.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The party reached the picnic ground in good order. -The horses were removed from the wagons and carriages, -and hitched in shady places, on the skirts of the -woods. The young people were informed that they -would have two hours to ramble about and amuse -themselves, while their parents were looking after the -provisions, arranging the tables, and gossiping with -their acquaintances. Clinton, Whistler and Annie, -soon fell in with Ella and her two cousins, and the -six concluded to take a walk together in the woods.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“What a charming place this is for a picnic!” -exclaimed Ella; “we haven’t anything that will compare -with it around Boston,—have we, Willie?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, I never saw such groves as these around -<span class='pageno' id='Page_126'>126</span>Boston, although we have some pretty good places for -picnics,” replied Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Your brother Oscar used to like to come over -here,” said Clinton, addressing Ella; “he has rambled -all over these woods many a time.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“And so has Jerry; they used to come over here -together, gunning,” added Emily.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Do you know that we expect Oscar home again -pretty soon?” inquired Ella, addressing Clinton in a -low tone.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, Willie told me,” he replied.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“He is going to live with our Aunt Page, in Vermont; -we think it will be a real good place for him,” -added Ella.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I’m glad of it, and I hope he will do well,” said -Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“He says he means to,” replied Ella; “he wrote -mother a beautiful letter, just before I left home. I -wish you could read it; it doesn’t seem like him, -at all.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I wish I could see him once more. Perhaps I -shall, when I go to Boston next month,” said Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The boy of whom they were speaking was Ella’s -<span class='pageno' id='Page_127'>127</span>oldest brother. He was at this time about fifteen -years old. He had been a wayward boy, and had -caused the family much trouble and sorrow. He had -been disobedient and disrespectful to his parents, and -rough and domineering towards the other children. -He chose for his associates boys who were, to say the -least, no better than himself, and fell into indolent -habits, neglecting his studies at school, and shirking, as -far as he could, the various little services which he was -expected to perform at home. At length his misconduct -became so troublesome, that it was thought best to -remove him from his city associates and temptations. -Accordingly, he went to reside with his uncle in Brookdale, -where he spent several months. This, however, -did not reform him; but, instead of correcting his evil -habits, he exerted a bad influence on his new acquaintances. -This was especially true of his cousin Jerry, -who was sadly contaminated by his example; and -even Clinton, with all his good habits and principles, -did not wholly escape the moral contagion. But at -length his career in that place was brought to a close -by an act that entitled him to a cell in the county -prison, and his father was obliged to take him home, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_128'>128</span>to save him from the consequences of his crime. He -then made a short voyage to sea; but, not fancying -that mode of life, he again became a loiterer about the -streets of Boston, fell into bad company, was arrested -for stealing, and, after a public trial, was sent to the -Reform School; and there he remained at the time -this conversation took place.<a id='r1' /><a href='#f1' class='c020'><sup>[1]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f1'> -<p class='c021'><span class='label'><a href='#r1'>1</a>. </span>A fuller account of Oscar’s career is given in the first two -volumes of this series, namely, “Oscar” and “Clinton.”</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c013'>The two hours allotted to the young folks for sports -and rambles were improved in various ways. Some -strolled through the woods and fields, in quest of flowers -or berries; some sailed chip boats on the river, or -waded in its clear waters, or tried to catch imaginary -fish with worms impaled upon pin hooks; some amused -themselves with a swing which had been suspended -from the limb of a lofty oak; others played “I spy!” -“hide and seek,” “tag,” and similar games; and others, -reclining on the grass under the trees, talked and -sang, and watched the movements of those around -them. Clinton and Whistler, who felt some responsibility -for a portion of the entertainment that was to be -provided, did not remain long with the Prestons, but -<span class='pageno' id='Page_129'>129</span>hunted up the boys who were to take part in the -declamations, and assisted in making the necessary -preparations for this part of the exercises.</p> - -<p class='c013'>At length the clear notes of a horn rang through the -woods for several minutes. This was the signal for -the company to assemble, and it was promptly obeyed. -The “Log Cabin,” as it was called, was the place of -gathering. This was a long, low, and rude structure, -the walls being of logs, laid one upon another, and the -roof thatched with bark. There were several square -holes in the sides, which let in the light, and an opening -at one end, which served as a door. A pole was -fastened to the gable over the door, from which floated -an American flag. This log house was erected for the -accommodation of picnic parties, by the young men of -the neighborhood, several years previous.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The inside of the log house was as rude as the -exterior. The end opposite the entrance had a raised -platform, but the rest of the building had no floor -except the native turf. On each side there was a -rough bench, the length of the cabin, which furnished -the only seats for the company. The interior was -prettily decorated with hemlock and spruce boughs, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_130'>130</span>which were arranged in the form of an alcove and canopy, -on the platform, producing a very pleasing effect.</p> - -<p class='c013'>When the people had all assembled in this forest -hall, the pastor commenced the exercises by supplicating -the divine blessing upon their festivities. He also -addressed the company in a familiar manner, and then -called upon the children for a song, which was given -in a spirited style. After one or two speeches, and -another song, the declamatory exercises were introduced -by Clinton, who gave an extract from one of -Webster’s orations, in a creditable manner. Several -misses and boys then recited poems, or declaimed -pieces, Whistler being one of the number. Last of -all came the following original dialogue, the joint production -of Clinton and Whistler, which we feel bound -to copy in full:</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div>THE RIVAL SPEAKERS.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c022'><span class='sc'>Scene</span>—<i>The platform of a school-room.</i>—<span class='sc'>Characters—Thomas -Trotter</span>, <i>a large boy, with a “big -voice,” and</i> <span class='sc'>Samuel Sly</span>, <i>a small boy, whose vocal -organ is pitched on a high key</i>.</p> - -<p class='c013'>[Thomas enters, and makes his bow to the audience, -followed by Samuel, who goes through the same ceremony, -a little in his rear.]</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_131'>131</span><span class='sc'>Tom</span> [<i>turning partially round.</i>]—What do you -want here?</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Sam.</span>—I want to speak my piece, to be sure.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Tom.</span>—Well, you will please to wait until <i>I</i> get -through; it’s my turn now.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Sam.</span>—No, ’tain’t your turn, either, my learned -friend; excuse me for contradicting, but if I don’t stick -out for my rights, nobody else will. My turn came -before that fellow’s who said “his voice was still for -war;” but I couldn’t think how my speech began, then, -and he got the start of me.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Tom.</span>—Very well; if you were not ready when -your turn came, that’s your fault, and not mine. Go -to your seat, and don’t bother me any more.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Sam.</span>—Well, that’s cool, I declare,—as cool as a -load of ice in February. Can’t you ask some other -favor, Mr. Trotter?</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Tom.</span>—Yes; hold your tongue.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Sam.</span>—Can’t do that; I’m bound to get off my -speech, first. You see it’s running over, like a bottle -of beer, and I can’t keep it in. So here goes:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-l'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“My name is Norval; on the Grampian Hills.</div> - <div class='line in1'>My father feeds—”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Tom</span> [<i>interrupting him, commences his piece in a -loud tone</i>.]—“Friends, Romans, countrymen!”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Sam.</span>—Greeks, Irishmen and fellow-sojers!</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Tom.</span>—“Lend me your ears.”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Sam.</span>—Don’t you do it; he’s got ears enough of -his own.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_132'>132</span><span class='sc'>Tom.</span>—“I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Sam</span> [<i>mimicking his gestures</i>.]—I come to speak -my piece, and I’ll do it, Cæsar or no Cæsar. “My -name is Norval—”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Tom</span> [<i>advancing towards him in a threatening -attitude</i>.]—Sam Sly, if you don’t stop your fooling I’ll put you -off the stage.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Sam</span> [<i>retreating</i>.]—Don’t, don’t you touch me, -Tom; you’ll joggle my piece all out of me again.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Tom.</span>—Well, then, keep still until I get through.</p> - -<p class='c013'>[<i>Turns to the audience.</i>]</p> -<div class='lg-container-l'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Friends, Romans, countrymen! lend me your ears;</div> - <div class='line in1'>I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Sam.</span>—I say, Tommy, what are you bla-a-a-a-r-ting -about; have you lost your calf?</p> -<div class='lg-container-l'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Tom.</span>—“The evil that men do lives after them,</div> - <div class='line in7'>The good is oft interred with their bones;</div> - <div class='line in7'>So let it be with Cæsar.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>[<i>He is again brought to a stand by Sam, who is -standing behind him, mimicking his gestures in a ludicrous -manner.</i>]</p> - -<p class='c013'>Now, Sam, I tell you to stop your monkey shines; -if you don’t, I’ll make you!</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Sam.</span>—You stop spouting about Cæsar, then, and -let me have my say. You needn’t think you can -cheat me out of my rights because you wear higher -heeled shoes than I do.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Tom.</span>—I can tell you one thing, sir,—nothing but -your size saves you from a good flogging.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_133'>133</span><span class='sc'>Sam.</span>—Well, that <i>is</i> a queer coincidence, for I can tell -you that nothing but <i>your</i> size saves <i>you</i> from a good dose -of Solomon’s grand panacea. [<i>To the audience.</i>] I don’t know what -can be done with such a long-legged fellow,—he’s too big to be whipped, -and he isn’t big enough to behave himself. Now, all keep still, and let -me begin again: “My name is Norval—”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Tom.</span>—“I come to bury Cæsar—”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Sam.</span>—I thought you’d buried him once, good -deeds, bones and all; how many more times are you -going to do it?</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Tom.</span>—Sam, I’m a peaceable fellow; but, if you go -much further, I won’t be responsible for the consequences.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Sam.</span>—I’m for <i>piece</i>, too; but it’s <i>my</i> piece, and -not your long rigmarole about Cæsar, that I go in for. -As I said before, “My name is—”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-l'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Tom.</span>—“The noble Brutus</div> - <div class='line in5'>Hath told you Cæsar was ambitious;</div> - <div class='line in5'>If it were so, it were a grievous fault,</div> - <div class='line in5'>And grievously hath Cæsar answered it.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Sam</span> [<i>in a loud whisper</i>.]—I say, Tom, did you -know you had got a hole in your unwhisperables?</p> - -<div class='lg-container-l'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Tom.</span>—“Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest.</div> - <div class='line in4'>(For Brutus is an honorable man,—</div> - <div class='line in4'>So are they all, all honorable men,)</div> - <div class='line in4'>Come I to speak in Cæsar’s funeral.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Sam.</span>—This isn’t Cæsar’s funeral,—it’s the exhibition -of the Spankertown Academy, and it’s my -<span class='pageno' id='Page_134'>134</span>turn to officiate, so get out with Cæsar,—“My name -is Nor—”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-l'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Tom.</span>—“He was my friend, faithful and just to me;</div> - <div class='line in5'>But Brutus says he was ambitious;</div> - <div class='line in5'>And Brutus is an honorable man.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Sam.</span>—Brutus be hanged; who cares for what he -said? Come, you’ve sputtered enough; now give me -a chance to say something. “My name is—”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Tom.</span>—Come, Sammy, <i>don’t</i> interrupt me again, -that’s a clever fellow. Let me finish my piece, and -then you shall have the whole platform to yourself.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Sam.</span>—You’re very kind, Mr. Trotter,—altogether -too kind! Your generosity reminds me of an Irish -gentleman, who couldn’t live peaceably with his wife, -and so they agreed to divide the house between them. -“Biddy,” says he, “ye’ll jist be after taking the outside -of the house, and I’ll kape the inside.”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Tom</span> [<i>to the audience</i>.]—Ladies and gentlemen, -you see it is useless for me to attempt to proceed, and -I trust you will excuse me from performing my part. -[<i>Bows, and withdraws.</i>]</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Sam.</span>—Yes, I hope you will excuse him, ladies and -gentlemen. The fact is, he means well enough; but, -between you and me, he doesn’t know a wheelwright -from a right wheel. I’m sorry to say, his education -has been sadly neglected, as you all perceive. He -hasn’t enjoyed the advantages that I have for learning -good manners. And, then, did you ever hear such a -ridiculous spouter! He might make a very decent -<span class='pageno' id='Page_135'>135</span>town crier, or auctioneer, or something of that sort,—but, -to think of Tommy Trotter pretending to be an -orator, and delivering a funeral oration over Cæsar! -O my! it’s enough to make a cat laugh! And, now, -ladies and gentlemen, as the interruption has ceased, I -will proceed with my part:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-l'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“My name is Norval; on the Grampian Hills</div> - <div class='line in1'>My father feeds his flocks——”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c021'>And—and—and—[<i>aside, to a boy near him</i>]—what is it?—[<i>to the -audience</i>]—“feeds his flocks”—and—and—and—there! I’ll be blowed if I -haven’t got dead stuck, a’ready! Just as I expected, that lubber that -came to bury Cæsar has bullied all the ideas out of my head! [<i>Beats -an inglorious retreat, with his hands over his face.</i>]</p> - -<hr class='c023' /> -<p class='c013'>How the hearts of the young authors beat, as, concealed -from the audience, behind the spruce boughs on -the stage, they watched the progress of the piece, and -trembled lest, after all their pains, it should prove a -failure! But their anxiety was needless. The lads -who took the parts acquitted themselves admirably, -and the whole assembly seemed to join heartily in the -applause which followed its conclusion.</p> - -<p class='c013'>After a few more addresses from gentlemen present, -the assembly was dismissed for one hour. The older -<span class='pageno' id='Page_136'>136</span>people scattered themselves over the grounds, in little -groups, while the children, pleased with the successful -issue of their part in the entertainment, made the -woods ring with their merry voices, as they bounded -through the grove. Clinton and Whistler received -many congratulations for the success of their dialogue -and the excellence of their speaking. Among those -whose commendation was most hearty, was young Mr. -Walker, whom they had not seen, till now, since the -memorable morning when his passion so completely -overmastered him. The sight of him stirred up the -sense of injury which was still rankling in Clinton’s -heart, and he tried to avoid him. Mr. Walker, however, -was now as calm as a summer’s day, and seemed -to have entirely forgotten the character of that interview. -Familiarly slapping the boy on the back, he -said:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Clinty, they say you composed that dialogue; is -that a fact?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Willie and I wrote it, together,” replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, it was a capital hit; every body says so. -Your speaking was good, too; you’ve covered yourselves -with glory, both of you,” said Mr. Walker.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_137'>137</span>The boys, somewhat abashed by praise from such a -source, looked confused, and made no reply.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“By the way,” continued Mr. Walker, putting a -hand on the shoulder of each of the boys, and drawing -them aside from other groups that were near, “you -mustn’t think anything of what I said the other day. -I was a little excited, you know, and I suppose I said -rather more than I ought to. I have been sorry for it -ever since, and I don’t want you to think I meant -it all.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“We can see, now, that we did wrong,” said Whistler, -perceiving that his cousin was at a loss what to -say; “but, the fact is, we didn’t think much about it at -the time. We didn’t mean any harm; that’s all the -excuse we can give.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, we didn’t mean any harm, and we both felt -bad enough when we found how Dick cheated us,” -added Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, we won’t say anything more about that,” -remarked Mr. Walker; “it can’t be helped, now, and -I rather think we shall catch Dick, after all. If we -do, he will have to sweat, that’s certain. He won’t -<span class='pageno' id='Page_138'>138</span>get off with less than three or four years in the state’s -prison.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Mr. Walker passed along to other groups, but his -few words to the boys had changed their feelings -towards him very materially. Their resentment had -melted away before his apology, and they felt relieved -from a heavy burden of censure. Still, it must not be -supposed that <i>all</i> traces of that outburst of passion -were thus easily removed. No apology can sink so -deep into the heart as an angry word or an unjust -reproach. The scar remains after the wound is -healed.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Another blast from the horn rang through the -woods and summoned the people to the feast, which -had been spread upon a long table under the trees, -near the cabin. There was a bountiful supply of provisions, -which had been contributed by the various -families; and the company, standing around the tables, -demolished the substantials and delicacies in a way -that evinced the sharpness of their appetites and the -excellence of the repast.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The dinner was followed by several speeches, stories, -anecdotes and songs, and then the people dispersed, to -<span class='pageno' id='Page_139'>139</span>amuse themselves in their own way. Clinton proposed -a blueberry party; and his parents, Whistler, -Annie, the Preston children, and several others, entered -into the arrangement. A short walk through the -woods, by a path well known to Clinton, brought them -to several acres of cleared land, which was literally -covered with blueberries, of a large size, and in full -perfection. To the regret of all, they had no vessels -to fill; but they picked as many as they could eat, and -each broke off a few branches from the well-laden -bushes, to carry back to the grove, as specimens of the -generous yield of the blueberry pasture.</p> - -<p class='c013'>No hour was set for the breaking up of the picnic; -but, as the sun dropped down towards the west, one -load after another started for home, those who lived -most distant being generally the first to leave. Mr. -Davenport and his family withdrew at an early hour, -as they not only had a long ride before them, but had -many things to attend to after they got home. The -tongues of the young folks ran glibly enough as they -jogged along through the solitary roads, and all the -scenes and enjoyments of the day passed in vivid -review before them. The sixth and last mile of their -<span class='pageno' id='Page_140'>140</span>homeward journey was half completed before they -showed any signs of having “talked themselves out;” -and then the conversation suddenly came to a stand, -and they rode in silence for several minutes. Clinton, -who had talked more than any of the others, -seemed all at once absorbed in his own thoughts. He -was thinking of the dialogue, and was about to ask his -father something about it, when it occurred to him that -he had already said full enough on that subject, and -would perhaps be laughed at if he alluded to it again. -After a few moments’ silence, however, he got the -better of his modesty, and again broached the all but -threadbare topic.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Father,” he said, “there is one thing I don’t exactly -understand. You didn’t like our first dialogue because -the characters behaved so bad. Now, I don’t see why -you didn’t object to this other piece, for the same -reason. Tom and Sam didn’t come to blows, to be -sure, but they quarrelled bad enough.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I wonder that you did not think of that, sooner,” -said Mr. Davenport.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I did; I told Willie, before you read it, that you -would object to it on that account; but, as you didn’t -<span class='pageno' id='Page_141'>141</span>find any fault with it, I thought I wouldn’t,” replied -Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Until you were sure you should not have to write -another dialogue?” suggested his father, with a smile.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, we couldn’t have done that, any way,” said -Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well,” continued his father, “I think I can clear -myself of all suspicions of inconsistency. And, in the -first place, you must remember that I did not say it -was best to exclude <i>all</i> exhibitions of bad temper or -character from a book or a dialogue. There are some -faults that may be very properly exhibited in this -way. But there are certain gross forms of evil which -it is not wise to portray too minutely. For instance, -it would be painful to see the sins of murder, or -drunkenness, or lewdness, or profaneness, or fighting, -acted out in a dialogue; and, besides, the effect would -be immoral. But, if you want to show off the folly of -vanity, pertness, ill manners, jealousy, ignorance, or -any similar fault, by giving an example, I have no -objection to it, if it is only done judiciously. Now, in -regard to your dialogue, Tom behaved as well as -almost any boy would under the same circumstances. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_142'>142</span>Sam was the rogue; and he, I take it, was only a -harmless personification of a pert, self-conceited, but -witty young blockhead, who, in the sequel, gets abundantly -punished for his impudence. Isn’t that the -character you intended to portray?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir, I suppose it is,” replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“And do you see, now, why I didn’t object to the -dialogue?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir,” replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>They had now reached their home, and Mr. Davenport -took care of the horse, while the boys went after -the cows and oxen.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_143'>143</span> - <h2 class='c009'>CHAPTER IX.<br /> <br />THE MIDNIGHT ATTACK.</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c019'>WHISTLER’S wounded finger continued to heal -rapidly, and it now occasioned him but little -trouble. He did not use his left hand much, however; -and one day he was a good deal surprised, and a trifle -alarmed, on discovering that the arm itself had become -much smaller than the other. He at once showed it -to his aunt, who relieved his apprehensions by assuring -him that its shrunken appearance was owing to its -not being used. She also improved the opportunity -to give him a few hints on the importance of exercise -to bodily health.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“If you should keep your arm motionless for a long -time,” she said, “it would finally wither and become -useless. So it is with our whole bodies,—they suffer, -and fall away, if they do not get exercised enough. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_144'>144</span>The reason that Clinton is stronger and stouter than -you is, that his body has been exercised more than -yours. He was quite slender when he was a little -child. And it is precisely the same with our minds. -If we want to increase any of our faculties, we must -make a good use of them, and they will be sure to -grow. But, if we don’t exercise them, they will fall -away, just as your arm has done.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>One morning, a few days after the picnic, there was -a great commotion on the premises, occasioned by the -discovery that some murderous marauder had visited -the yard in the night, and taken the lives of a score of -Clinton’s hens and chickens. A brood of young chickens, -which slept in a barrel laid upon its side, apart -from the other fowls, were all murdered, together with -their mother; while in the hen-house the ground -under the roosts was strewn with the bodies of the -slaughtered. Clinton rushed into the house in a high -state of excitement, on making the discovery, and the -whole family hastened to see the bloody spectacle. -Many were the exclamations of sorrow and pity, as -they gazed upon the bodies of plump, matronly hens, -and exemplary pullets, and feeble, infantile chickens, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_145'>145</span>now stiffened in death, their plumage ruffled and -stained with blood. Several of the fowls, however, -were missing, having evidently been either devoured -or carried off. Among these was one of the lords of the -poultry-yard, who, perhaps, had attempted to defend -his family from the midnight assassin, and had been -carried off bodily, as a trophy of victory. The survivors -were silent and melancholy, and the shadow of -a great calamity seemed to have settled upon them. -The remaining rooster, to be sure, was so ungracious -as to crow lustily over the bodies of his murdered -household, in the presence of all the family. Whistler -charitably suggested that this was a song of triumph -for his own escape; but Clinton, who knew the jealous -rogue better than his cousin did, thought it was quite -as likely that he was exulting over the tragic downfall -of his rival. Perhaps, however, with the bravado -natural to his race, he affected an indifference and -stoicism which he did not feel, and crowed, as boys -sometimes whistle in a grave-yard, merely to “keep -his courage up.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>After the first outburst of regret and pity which the -spectacle called forth from all present, their curiosity -<span class='pageno' id='Page_146'>146</span>was thoroughly awakened to ascertain what animal -had committed this cruel outrage upon a happy and -peaceful family. After a careful examination of the -premises, no track or trace of the creature could be -found. All was mystery. There was nothing but the -slaughtered victims upon which to found a speculation, -and these told no tales against their murderer. Clinton -was the first to hazard a guess in regard to the -assassin.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“It must have been either a fox or a wild-cat,” he -said; “don’t you think so, father?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“If I were going to guess, I should say it was a -skunk,” replied his father.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, no, father,—a skunk wouldn’t have killed so -many of the fowls, would it?” said Clinton, who was -unwilling to admit that so common and despised an -animal had done the mischief. “Besides,” he added, -“we have skunks around here all the time, and why -didn’t they ever do such a thing before?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“If I remember right, they have done just such -things before,” replied his father.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, it was a long time ago, before I owned the -fowls,” said Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_147'>147</span>“It isn’t many months since Mr. White caught a -skunk in the act of killing his fowls,” added Mr. -Davenport.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But they have never disturbed our fowls since I -owned them, and that is over five years,” suggested -Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“And there is a good reason for that; you have -always kept your fowls well secured against wild -animals, until this summer,” replied his father.</p> - -<p class='c013'>This was true. Clinton was at first very particular -to shut up the poultry at night, so that no animal -could get at them; but their exemption from attack -for several years had gradually allayed all fears on -this score, and of late he had not properly secured his -charge from the midnight attacks of their natural -enemies.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well,” said Clinton, “I don’t believe it was -a skunk; I think it was a fox or a wild-cat, or -it may have been a ’coon. I mean to borrow Mr. -Preston’s trap, and see if I can’t catch him, -to-night.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I’ll give you fifty cents for his skin, if you catch -a ’coon, a wild-cat, or a fox,” said his father, as he -<span class='pageno' id='Page_148'>148</span>turned away from the scene to resume his morning -work.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Agreed; and you shall have it for nothing, if it’s -a skunk,” replied Clinton, with a laugh.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, I thank you,—I shan’t accept that offer,” -replied his father.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Come, Annie, I wouldn’t look at the poor things -any longer,” said Mrs. Davenport, leading her little -daughter away.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Here, mother,” said Clinton, “what am I to do -with them? Wouldn’t some of those large ones be -good to eat?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“They may be good enough, for all I know; but I -should not like to eat anything that was killed in that -way,” replied his mother. “Besides, they are hardly -fat enough to eat well. You had better bury them in -the garden; I don’t think they are good for anything -else.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I will do it right away, then,” said Clinton; and -he and Whistler procured shovels, and began to dig -the holes.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I should like to see a skunk,” said Whistler; “do -they show themselves around here very often?”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_149'>149</span>“Yes, I see them occasionally,” replied Clinton. -“One moonlight evening, last spring, I had been -away, and when I came home, I saw one sitting on -our door-step; but he walked off as soon as he heard -me, and I didn’t think it best to follow him.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“They are nasty-looking things, I suppose,” said -Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Why, no; there is nothing very bad-looking about -them,” replied Clinton. “Their fur is brown, with -white stripes, and if it wasn’t for their odor, they -would be hunted for their skins. People sometimes -eat skunks when they can’t get anything else, and they -say the meat is very well flavored.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“What kind of a trap is it you are going to borrow?” -inquired Whistler; “will it kill the animal, or -only make a prisoner of him?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“It is a steel trap, such as they catch wolves with,” -replied Clinton. “It catches the creature by the leg, -and he can’t get away, unless he leaves his leg -behind.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Perhaps you will catch a wolf,” suggested Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, a wolf didn’t do this. He would have eaten -or carried off more of the hens,” replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_150'>150</span>“Don’t you suppose the wolves come down here -from the forests, sometimes?” inquired Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, I know they do,” replied Clinton. “Last -winter two men were in the woods, about a dozen -miles north of Brookdale, when a deer dashed out from -a thicket, within two rods of them, with a large wolf -close on to his heels. Before they could raise their -rifles the wolf had the deer by the neck; but they fired, -and shot them both dead. I saw both of the animals -over to the Cross Roads. The wolf was over seven -feet long, and he was a savage-looking fellow, I can -assure you. Another man, last winter, was crossing a -pond on skates, when a pack of wolves made after him, -and, in his hurry and fright, he skated into a hole in -the ice, and was drowned.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Do the wolves ever come this way in the summer?” -inquired Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes,” replied Clinton; “there are often great fires -in the woods, in summer, that burn for weeks, and then -the wolves, and bears, and moose, get driven from -their quarters, and sometimes they pay us a visit. -Mr. Oakley, who lives on the Passagamet river, fifteen -miles from here, had ten sheep killed by wolves, about -<span class='pageno' id='Page_151'>151</span>a year ago. A part of the flock came round the house, -and looked frightened, and the folks went over to the -pasture where the sheep were kept, to see what the -matter was. They found seven of them dead, and -some of them were torn dreadfully; but three of them -were alive, and were hurt but very little. They only -had a little scratch on the throat, that looked as if it -might have been made with the point of a pin. They -carried these three home, and clipped off the wool -around their wounds, and washed off the blood, and put -on some salve; but they all died in an hour or two. -The wolves poisoned them, or else they were frightened -to death.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“And you say bears sometimes prowl around here, -too,” said Whistler.</p> - -<div id='i153' class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i153.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes,” replied Clinton; “four or five years ago, one -was seen over in the woods, where we went the other -day when we saw Dick Sneider. Last winter father -and I rode over to a logging-camp, in a sleigh, and -spent two or three days with the loggers. We had -a capital time. We ate with the men, and slept on -heaps of leaves, in their log huts. They had rousing -fires, burning all night, in the middle of the huts; -<span class='pageno' id='Page_152'>152</span>and, instead of chimneys, the smoke went off through -a large hole in the roof. But that isn’t what I was -going to tell you about. We stopped one night at -‘Uncle Tim’s,’ as they call him, about half way -between here and the camp. He lives in a ‘clearing’ -in the woods, and there’s no other house for miles -around. He told me a good many stories about wild -beasts, and one of them was about a bear that he killed -last fall. One morning he discovered that some -creature had made great havoc in his cornfield in the -night, and he found the tracks of a bear all over the -lot. He saw, by the tracks, that it was a very large -and heavy animal; and, as he had a bear-trap, he -thought he would try to catch him with it, rather than -have a fight with him. So he baited the trap, and set -it in the cornfield; but the next morning he found it -just as he left it. The bear had walked all around it -two or three times; but he knew too much to go into -it, and he made his supper off of green corn again. -Well, Uncle Tim said his dander was up, then, and he -made up his mind that if the bear got any more of his -corn, he should take some of his bullets with it. So, -in the evening, he took his rifle, and hid himself among -<span class='pageno' id='Page_155'>155</span>the trees just by the edge of his clearing, pretty near -the place where the bear’s tracks were. Well, he -waited, and waited, hour after hour, but he couldn’t -hear nor see anything of the bear. It wasn’t very -dark, as there was a moon. His wife and two boys, -and his big dog, were in the house, waiting and watching -as patiently as they could; for Uncle Tim told -them not to show themselves unless he gave a loud -whistle. Well, about one o’clock in the morning, he -thought he heard a slight noise, and, sure enough, -there was the old fellow within a few feet of him, and -looking directly at him. Uncle Tim took good aim, -and then blazed away, with as heavy a charge as his -gun would bear. The ‘varmint’ gave one spring -towards him, and fell dead almost at his feet. He -weighed about five hundred pounds, and I don’t -remember how much oil Uncle Tim got out of him, -but it was a good lot. He got a bounty from the state, -too, for killing him.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“He must be a brave man,” said Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, these old pioneers don’t mind such things,” said -Clinton; “they soon get used to bears and wolves. -But I saw in a newspaper, the other day, an account -<span class='pageno' id='Page_156'>156</span>of a fight a little boy had with a bear, that was really -worth bragging about. He lived near Lake Umbagog, -which is on the line between Maine and New Hampshire, -and I believe he was only nine years old. He -saw a bear in an oatfield, near the house, and he -thought he would pepper him with a few buck shot. -The bear was wounded, and showed fight; so the little -fellow picked up a club, and went at him. The boy’s -mother saw the fight, and she gave the alarm to his -father and an older brother, who were at work near -by; but when the bear saw them coming, he made off -as fast as he could. The family gave chase, but they -were not well armed, and were obliged to let him -escape. Well, a few days after, that same bear was -seen near the same place, with a sheep in his mouth; -and that same little fellow went at him again, with a -club, and made him drop the sheep, and scamper off -into the woods. At another time this bear came to the -house, when the woman was alone. He put his fore -paws on the window sill, and stuck his head and -shoulders into the room, and, after he had looked -around a little, he walked off without touching anything.”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_157'>157</span>“That is being a little too neighborly. I shouldn’t -like to live quite so near the bears as that,” said Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I should want something more than a club, if I -had got to meet one,” said Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But I shouldn’t be afraid to meet a fox, or a wild-cat, -or a ’coon, in the woods,—should you?” added -Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I shouldn’t want any better fun than to meet a -’coon or a fox,” replied Clinton; “but if I had got to -tackle a wild-cat, I should want to be pretty well -armed. It isn’t every man that can ‘whip his weight -in wild-cats,’ as they say out west.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Why, I had an idea they were a good deal like our -house-cats, only they are not tame,” said Whistler.<a id='r2' /><a href='#f2' class='c020'><sup>[2]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f2'> -<p class='c021'><span class='label'><a href='#r2'>2</a>. </span>Whistler was partly right. The domestic cat, when -deprived of a home, sometimes takes to the woods, and leads a -savage life. It is then a wild-cat; but it is a very different -pussy, for all that, from the large, tiger-like creature to which -that name properly belongs.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c013'>“They do look something like a cat,” replied Clinton, -“but they are twice as big, and almost as savage -as tigers. I saw a dead one, once. They have little -short tails, and very strong, ugly-looking jaws. A boy -<span class='pageno' id='Page_158'>158</span>that lives at the Cross Roads killed the one I saw. -He was hunting rabbits, about half a mile from the -village, when he saw the head of a strange-looking -animal in a tree right over him. He didn’t know -what it was, but he concluded to fire; and, just as he -did so, the creature sprang right at him. The shot -didn’t seem to hurt him much, but he was in a terrible -rage. The boy dodged him as he leaped from the -tree, and then they had a pitched battle for three or -four minutes. The fellow got some pretty hard -scratches, and had his clothes torn; but he beat the -wild-cat with the breach of his gun until he killed him. -He lugged the body home, and he felt as grand as -any body you ever saw, for a month afterwards. The -wild-cat weighed about twenty-five pounds, and he had -the skin stuffed, and has got it now.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>The slaughtered fowls were now all buried, and the -boys went in to breakfast. In the course of the forenoon, -after Clinton had done his work, he and his -cousin went down to Mr. Preston’s, to get the trap. -The story of the catastrophe awakened the interest -and sympathy of the neighbors, and quite a discussion -ensued as to the nature of the enemy that had done -<span class='pageno' id='Page_159'>159</span>the mischief. Mr. Preston said it would not be at all -strange if a wild-cat or fox was prowling around the -neighboring woods, but he thought it quite as probable -that a skunk had killed the fowls. He did not think -it was a raccoon, as, he said, this animal eats only the -heads of the poultry it kills. As Mr. Preston was an -old logger, having spent his winters in the forests for -many years, he was well acquainted with the wild -animals in that quarter, and Clinton placed considerable -confidence in his opinion. Still, he was not quite -satisfied that his chickens had fallen a prey to the -despised skunk, and Mr. Preston accordingly hunted -up his rusty wolf-trap, and gave him some directions -in regard to baiting and setting it.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Ella, who listened to this conversation, seemed -somewhat alarmed to hear that the woods around -Brookdale were ever visited by such strangers; and -when Whistler told her that even wolves and bears -sometimes came down into the neighborhood, she declared -most vehemently that she should not dare to go -out of sight of the house again while she stayed there.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, yes, you will; you will come over and see us,” -said Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_160'>160</span>“No, I shan’t; you have wild-cats around your -neighborhood,” she replied.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But Willie and I will come down with guns, and -escort you up and back again, if you’re afraid,” added -Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I hate guns; I should be afraid to go with you, if -you carried them,—boys are so careless with fire-arms,” -replied Ella.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Then we’ll come without guns,” remarked Willie.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes; and I’m thinking <i>you</i> would run as fast as -I should, if you saw a wild beast coming,” said Ella, -laughing.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, I shouldn’t, either; I’d stand my ground as -long as any body would,” replied Whistler, with some -warmth.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, Ella,” said Clinton, “I really wish you -<i>would</i> come over once more, before you and Willie go -home; and Em, and Hatty, too,—I want you all to -come.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, perhaps we will, after you have caught your -wild-cat,” said Ella, as the boys moved off.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“She is pretty good at quizzing,” said Clinton to -his cousin, as they walked away. “I really hope I -<span class='pageno' id='Page_161'>161</span>shall catch something; if I don’t play a joke upon -Ella, then, no matter.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“If you do, you will be paid off, with interest, I can -promise you that,” replied Whistler; and he related -an instance in which Ella “came up” with a boy who -took the liberty to play a practical joke upon her.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The day was very warm, and the heat of the sun -almost overpowering. Mr. Davenport took a long -“nooning,” as was his custom when the weather was -oppressively hot. Throwing himself upon a settle, -after dinner, in the coolest room he could find, he -sometimes indulged in a nap, but more frequently -employed the hour of rest with a book or newspaper, -or in conversation with his wife or children, or in -thinking over the affairs of the farm. On this occasion, -Clinton brought in the trap, and showed it to -him. After examining it in silence, he inquired:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“How much is your loss, Clinty?—have you figured -it up?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, sir; I haven’t thought anything about that,” -he replied.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Then it doesn’t trouble you much, I presume,” -said his father.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_162'>162</span>“No, sir; I care a good deal more for the poor hens -than I do for the money,” replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“That’s right!” said his father; “you’ve made -considerable profit out of your poultry, and you must -expect to meet with some losses, once in a while. -Losses are inseparable from business; and the wisest -way is to make the best of them when we can’t avoid -them. If a man meets with nothing but prosperity, -he is apt to grow reckless in his management, and -oppressive towards others; or he becomes wholly -absorbed with the world, and forgets that there is a -God or a future life. But adversity, if a man knows -how to profit by it, will correct these faults. I have -met with some pretty serious losses in my day; but I -can see, now, that I am better off than I should have -been if they had never befallen me.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Do you think you are better off for being cheated -out of everything you owned, when Mr. Jellison -failed?” inquired Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I have no doubt of it, now, although it was a -severe blow to me at the time,” replied his father. -“I was a young man then, and had set my heart too -intently on making money, as though that were the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_163'>163</span>great object of life. Perhaps, if I had not met with that -loss, I should have grown up a miser. I have learned -this lesson, on my way through the world: that a -man’s happiness doesn’t depend on the amount of -money he owns. In one sense, in fact, we do not own -anything—we are only stewards. The property is -lent to us for the time, and we are bound to make a -good use of it. It belongs to the world, or, rather, to -God. It was in the world before we came, and it will -remain here after we have gone; and we shall have -to give an account of the use we make of it while -it is in our hands. As I have a claim on all you -own, so there is One who has a claim on whatever I -possess.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But I didn’t know you had a claim on my -money,” replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Have you ever settled for your board, and clothing, -and education, and all the other expenses of your -bringing up?” inquired his father.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, sir,” said Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, your hundred dollars would not go far, if -you undertook to pay those bills,” continued his father. -“More than that, the law of the land gives me a right -<span class='pageno' id='Page_164'>164</span>to all your earnings until you are twenty-one years -old; did you know that?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, sir; I never heard of that before,” replied -Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“It is so,” resumed his father; “but, in return, the -law obliges me to support you, during that time, -unless you run away from me, or refuse to obey me. -And you will find that this dependence upon others -will follow you through life. We never outgrow it, -no matter how old or how rich we become. We are -all of us beholden to others, but most of all to God, -every day of our lives.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>This conversation led Clinton to make an estimate -of his pecuniary loss during the afternoon, and he -found that it amounted to the sum of five dollars and -fifty cents. He showed Whistler his account book, -which was kept in a neat and accurate manner. In -this book he set down all his receipts and expenses on -account of the poultry, and at the close of each year -he “struck a balance,” and ascertained the amount of -his profits. At this time he had one hundred dollars -in a savings bank, on interest, besides about five dollars -in his own hands,—all of which his fowls, and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_165'>165</span>the labor of his own hands, had earned him. He also -owned his stock of poultry, which, before the disaster -of the previous night, he valued at about twenty -dollars.</p> - -<p class='c013'>After tea the boys baited the trap, and set it in the -garden, near the hen-house. They skilfully concealed -it under leaves and other litter, leaving only the bait -prominent; and, after watching it from the chamber -window as long as there was light enough to distinguish -anything, they went to bed, to dream of bears, -and wolves, and wild-cats, and to see visions of nondescript -beasts not to be found in any work on natural -history.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_166'>166</span> - <h2 class='c009'>CHAPTER X.<br /> <br />THE HOMEWARD TRIP.</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_2_0_75 c019'>“WELL, Clinty, have you caught your wild-cat?” -inquired Mr. Preston, the morning after the -boys set the trap.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, sir; it’s so stormy, I suppose he thought he -would not go out,” replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Postponed his supper on account of the weather, -eh? He must be a very fastidious fellow,” added Mr. -Davenport.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Or, perhaps he was afraid he should wear his -welcome out, if he went to the same place two nights -in succession,” suggested Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I shan’t give him up yet; I mean to keep the -trap set till I go to Boston,” said Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The storm, which set in soon after the boys had -fixed the trap, continued, with but slight intervals, for -<span class='pageno' id='Page_167'>167</span>nearly two days. It was quite severe, obliging all -the family to keep indoors during its continuance. -Clinton and Whistler found a very pleasant, and not -altogether unprofitable amusement, during this protracted -storm, in constructing a “dissected map” of -the United States, which they designed as a present to -Whistler’s little sister, Ettie. Whistler, who had -been taught to draw maps at school, made a handsome -copy of the map of the United States, on a single -sheet of paper. The first draft included only the -boundaries of the states and territories, the principal -rivers, chains of mountains, lakes, &c. He then cut -apart, with the scissors, the several states and territories. -Clinton, who had been preparing a number of -thin blocks of wood, of a uniform height, now cut them -out into the exact shape of these various sections of -the map; and, meanwhile, Whistler was engaged in -finishing up each state by itself, inserting the principal -towns, coloring the surface, and, finally, pasting the -several sections upon the blocks which Clinton had -made ready. Clinton also made a neat little box -in which to keep it. The whole affair was very well -done; and the boys found that the putting of the little -<span class='pageno' id='Page_168'>168</span>blocks properly together, afforded an interesting and -instructive amusement, even to them, familiar as they -were with the geography of the country. To Annie, -who knew little of this study, the game was even -more curious and puzzling.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The storm at length passed away, but only two or -three more days remained for Whistler to spend in -Brookdale; and, as Clinton was to accompany him -home, a good share of their time was occupied in preparing -for the journey, and in talking over their plans. -The trap was inspected early each morning, but it -remained undisturbed; and, although several times -freshly baited, not so much as the track of a creature -was to be seen around it. Clinton at length lost his -faith in its virtues, and returned it to Mr. Preston, the -afternoon before he left for Boston.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Whistler was hardly aware how much he had -become attached to his uncle’s family, until the hour -of separation came. Then the old farm-house seemed -suddenly invested with a new beauty, and he felt himself -drawn towards its inmates by a stronger cord -than ever before. There was but little time, however, -for farewells or last words of counsel. The travellers -<span class='pageno' id='Page_169'>169</span>were obliged to be on their way soon after sunrise, -and Mr. Davenport had the horse punctually at the -door, to take them over to the Cross Roads. A few -hasty good-bys, a lingering look behind, and their -long journey was commenced. They stopped at Mr. -Preston’s, and took Ella into their wagon, as she also -was going home.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The stage coach came along soon after they reached -the Cross Roads, and the three young passengers took -their seats within it. For about five hours they were -jolted along over rough roads, and steep hills, and log -bridges, occasionally passing through pretty villages, -or among thrifty farms; but much of the time hemmed -in by forests on either side, or surrounded by miles of -wild land, from which the timber had been removed. -They all were wise enough to take some luncheon -with them, and they found a good use for it by the -time they reached the end of the stage route.</p> - -<p class='c013'>After purchasing their tickets for Boston, the young -travellers found that they had nearly half an hour to -spare before the cars would start. Clinton, who had -never traveled on a railroad but once before, and had -never seen a locomotive except on that occasion, proposed -<span class='pageno' id='Page_170'>170</span>to go and see the machine, which was then -receiving its wood and water just outside of the station -house. Before going, however, they picked out their -seats in the train, and left them and their valises in -charge of Ella. The boys then spent some time in -looking at the engine, and watching the movements of -those who had it in charge. After the wood-box and -water-tank of the tender were filled, the machine was -backed to its place at the head of the train. One of -the men now jumped off, and the other began to oil -some of the joints and bearings of the engine.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Although a locomotive was something of a curiosity -to Clinton, it was soon evident that he knew more -about it than many boys of his age, to whom a railroad -train is an every-day sight. His mechanical taste had -led him to read whatever he could find about steam -engines, and, by the help of his father, he had acquired -a pretty accurate idea of the principles involved in -their construction. He was thus able to name and -explain the action of parts of the locomotive of which -even Willie had no definite notion.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The train was fast filling up, and the boys now took -their seats. The signal to start was soon given, the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_171'>171</span>engine gave a jerk and a rapid succession of puffs, and -the cars began to glide over their iron course. The -views from the car windows now took up the attention -of Ella and the boys. The solemn forest and the -bustling village,—the thrifty farm and the wild and -rocky pasture,—the rough old hills and the narrow, -winding valley,—the quiet river and the noisy mills -upon its banks,—these were the scenes that passed -before them in a rapid panorama.</p> - -<p class='c013'>They had proceeded fifteen or twenty miles, and -their interest in the outside world was beginning to -flag a little, when the conductor of the train came -along, and, taking a vacant seat by the side of Whistler, -commenced a conversation with a man seated -behind them.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Reed has got one of his odd fits to-day,” said the -conductor, in a tone which Whistler could not help -overhearing.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Has he?” inquired the other man.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes; he’s as short as pie-crust,” replied the conductor.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, Reed always was subject to these cross -spells from a boy,” said the other. “We were as -<span class='pageno' id='Page_172'>172</span>intimate as two mice in a stocking when we went to -school; but he used to have the sulks terribly then, -once in a while, and wouldn’t speak to any body all -day long. I reckon it has grown upon him ever -since.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, I think it has,” said the conductor.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But Reed is as good-hearted a fellow as ever -lived, after all, and a <i>first-rate</i> engineer,” added the -passenger, laying great stress on the last adjective.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, he is the best engineer that runs on this -road, by all odds,” said the conductor. “He is always -on hand, and he is cautious and careful almost to a -fault. He is cool, too, and thinks quick when any -accident happens.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“He understands machinery pretty well, I should -think,” observed the passenger.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes; he knows every bolt and screw in his engine -just as well as you know the way from your house to -your shop,” replied the conductor.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, an engineer’s berth is a pretty responsible -one,—more so than yours. Don’t you think so?” -inquired the passenger.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes; so far as the safety of the train is concerned, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_173'>173</span>more depends on him than on the conductor, or any -body else,” replied the other.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But if every thing goes right, the ‘gentlemanly -conductor’ takes all the glory,” said the passenger, -with a sly chuckle.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, and he is saddled with all the blame if every -thing doesn’t go right,” retorted the conductor.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, it isn’t so; people remember that there is -such a person as the engineer when an accident happens, -and that’s about the only time they do think of -him,” replied the passenger.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, the conductor is held responsible for the -train; but, after all, a great deal depends upon the -engineer, as you say,” said the conductor. “He has -his hands full every moment while the train is in -motion. He must judge of and regulate the speed, -and see that the boiler is kept supplied with water. -At the same time, he must keep his eye on the track, -and see that there are no switches wrong, nor broken -rails, nor men, nor teams, nor other obstructions, in -the way. He must look out for signals of caution, -and keep his machinery well oiled. He must watch -his engine closely, to see that every part works right; -<span class='pageno' id='Page_174'>174</span>and if he hears any unusual noise about the machinery, -he must discover the cause of it. When the train -approaches a station, in order to bring it to a stand at -the right spot, he must take into account the speed and -weight of his train, the number of brakemen, the -grade of the road,—whether upward, downward, or -level,—the state of the track,—whether dry, wet, or -icy, &c., &c. Besides all these things, he must be -ready to act instantaneously if any accident happens, -and to do two or three things at the same moment, if -necessary. A man ought to have a pretty good head -to do all this, day after day, and never make a blunder.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“That’s a fact,” replied the other. “We’re going -at a pretty fair jog, now,” he added, after a moment’s -pause.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes,” said the conductor; “the road is very straight -along here, and we get up an extra speed. I suppose -we are going at the rate of forty miles an hour, now.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Did you ever think what the consequences would -be if the engineer should lose the control of the engine -when it is going at full speed?” inquired the passenger.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_175'>175</span>“There isn’t much danger of that,” replied the conductor; -“but, still, such things have happened. We -had an engine break its throttle-valve once on this -road, and the only way the engineer could stop it was -by putting out the fire. It ran about three miles -before he could bring it to a stand. If such an accident -should happen near the end of the line, it might -do a good deal of mischief. But the greatest accident -of this kind that ever I saw, happened when I was out -west. I was in a train that was stopping at a dépôt, -when a freight train suddenly came along, and run into -us. Our engineer and firemen saw that a collision -was coming, and jumped from the engine. Well, sir, -the force of the blow uncoupled the locomotive and -tender from the baggage-car, and actually jerked back -the lever, and started the engine under a full pressure -of steam. She shot forward like an arrow, and we -could see her for several minutes flying over the track -at the rate of seventy miles an hour. The furnace had -just been crammed with wood, and there was a full -head of steam on. The distance from Cincinnati was -only fourteen miles, and we knew she would get over -the ground in about twelve minutes if the track was -<span class='pageno' id='Page_176'>176</span>clear, and then would come the crash. We listened, -and almost expected to hear it. But, as good luck -would have it, the furnace door flew open, and that -stopped the draught, and the runaway came to a dead -halt just before it reached the city. I call that a pretty -narrow escape.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, it was, truly,” remarked the passenger.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The train was now approaching a station, and the -conductor broke off the conversation, to which Whistler -had listened with much interest, and left the car.</p> - -<div id='i177' class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i177.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>Railroad travelling, after the first hour or two, -usually becomes rather tedious, and the experience of -our young travellers was not materially different from -that of older people. Now and then, however, as they -dashed on, an incident served to enliven the way. -The attention which the train every where attracted, -although it must have been as familiar a sight as the -rising of the sun, accorded well with Clinton’s feelings; -but he was somewhat at a loss to account for the fact -itself. In the villages and at the dépôts people stared -at the engine and cars as intently as if they had -never before seen such a sight. In passing over a -river they were greeted with cheers, the swinging -<span class='pageno' id='Page_177'>177</span>of hats, and the elevating of oars, by a party of boys -in a small boat. At one station a little black dog -had the presumption to run a race with the train as it -started up, but he soon gave up the contest. A horse -in a pasture kicked defiance at his iron namesake, with -heels high in the air, and galloped to the remotest -bounds of his enclosure. A flock of sheep in a field -huddled tremblingly together, and then broke the solid -phalanx, and hastily fled, as the train went thundering -by. A brood of chickens snuggled under their mother’s -ample wings; and even that most grave and unimpassioned -of domestic animals, the cow, many of which -they passed, almost invariably looked up with a wondering -<span class='pageno' id='Page_178'>178</span>expression of countenance, and seemed more -than half inclined to ask what the fuss was all about. -Such is the homage which man and beast ever pay to -the railroad train, the novelty and wonder of which -are scarcely diminished by our familiarity with it.</p> - -<p class='c013'>It was late in the evening when our young travellers -reached their journey’s end. Ella’s brother, -Ralph, was waiting their arrival at the dépôt, and his -fair young face lit up with joy when he saw his sister -and Whistler descend from the train. As Ella was -encumbered with a trunk, he procured a place for her -and her baggage in a coach, and then walked, with the -other boys, towards the quarter of the city in which -both families resided.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_179'>179</span> - <h2 class='c009'>CHAPTER XI.<br /> <br />THE CITY HOME.</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_2_0_75 c019'>WHEN Clinton awoke the next morning, and looked -around upon the large, high chamber, and the -strange furniture, and caught a glimpse through the -windows of a long row of brick buildings, he could, at -first, hardly tell where he was. Consciousness quickly -returned, however, as he called to mind the long -journey of the day before, and the warm greetings -which he and Whistler received at the end of it. His -cousin, whose bed he shared, was still soundly sleeping, -although the sun’s bright rays had found their -way into the room. People are apt to be more wasteful -of their morning hours in the city than in the -country. Clinton’s curiosity to see how the neighborhood -looked by daylight would not allow him to remain -long in bed. He got up quickly, dressed himself, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_180'>180</span>and was peering inquisitively from the windows, when -a loud scratching at the door led him to open it, and -in sprang Bouncer, Whistler’s handsome and intelligent -dog. With one leap he was on the bed, and -in a moment the sleeper was awakened, and engaged -in a lively frolic with his four-footed friend.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, you black rogue!” said Whistler, seizing him -by the fore paws; “you’re glad I’ve got home, are -you? Then kiss me, that’s a good fellow. There! -that will do! Yes, he’s glad his master’s got home, so -he is; and he almost flew off the handle last night, -didn’t he? and he couldn’t wait for him to get up this -morning, could he? Well, his master’s glad to see -him, too, so he is. There, sir, you’ve kissed me -enough; now jump down, and let me get up. Go and -kiss him,” pointing to Clinton. “That’s cousin Clinton. -Don’t you know him?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“You ought to know me, Bouncer, for you sent me -a wag of your tail in a letter last spring,” said Clinton, -alluding to a rough pen and ink sketch of Bouncer’s -tail which Whistler’s father had enclosed in a letter to -Clinton, among sundry little love messages from the -family.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_181'>181</span>“O, yes, I remember that!” said Whistler, with a -laugh, as he jumped out of bed. “What did you think -when you saw it? Didn’t you laugh?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I rather think we all laughed a little over it,” -replied Clinton. “I had some idea of sending you -back one of our cat’s purs in my letter, but I didn’t -know exactly how to do it.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But what did you get up for, and leave me here -asleep? Is that the way to serve a fellow?” inquired -Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, I thought I wouldn’t disturb you,” replied -Clinton. “I wanted to see that splendid view you -told me of when we were on Bald Peak. Do you -remember?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes; ninety-five millions of miles. But, you see, -it’s all sky-scape; there isn’t much landscape to boast -of,” said Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, I see there isn’t,” replied Clinton, as he -glanced at the interminable brick block, with its row -of low wooden sheds in the rear, all of uniform size -and pattern, and its little bits of open spaces between -the sheds, which served as back yards.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The row of houses, the backs of which bounded the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_182'>182</span>prospect from Whistler’s window, was situated on a -street parallel with that on which Mr. Preston lived. -Dwellings and stores are usually built in blocks, or -joined together, in cities and towns, because the land -is too valuable to admit of an open space around each -separate building. Mr. Davenport’s house was a fair -specimen of this style of building. It was not far -from the centre of a block of about twenty houses, -which were very nearly uniform in their external -appearance. It was of brick, and three stories high, -besides the basement and attic. There were two -entrances to each house,—the front door, reached by -four stone steps, and a door opening into a narrow -archway, which led to the back yard. An iron balustrade -extended the entire length of the block, in front -of the second story. Add to this a brick sidewalk, -with a line of young trees near the edge, and a -clean and well-paved street, and you have a tolerably -distinct picture of the outside of Whistler’s home.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Whistler’s chamber was in the third story, on the -side of the house farthest from the street. It was -quite neatly furnished. The floor was carpeted, and -the windows curtained. It contained a bureau, with a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_183'>183</span>mirror attached to it, a small dressing-table, and several -chairs, all of which, together with the bedstead, -were painted a light chocolate color, ornamented with -dark stripes. In one corner was a marble wash-basin, -supplied with Cochituate water by means of a pipe, -and furnished with an outlet at the bottom, connecting -with another pipe, to let off the dirty water. There -was a grate in the room, and a marble mantel-piece, -over which hung a large engraved likeness of Washington, -in a rosewood frame. On the side of the -room opposite the bed there was a small book-rack, -which was filled with volumes and pamphlets, many -of which belonged to Whistler. There was a closet -in the room, in which he kept his clothing, and many -of his playthings. The general appearance of the -chamber bore witness to the neat and orderly habits -of its occupant.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The boys had now dressed and washed themselves, -and brushed their hair, and went down stairs, followed -by Bouncer. In the sitting-room they found Mr. -Davenport, in his dressing-gown, so absorbed in his -morning paper that he apparently did not notice their -entrance. Not wishing to disturb him, they soon left -<span class='pageno' id='Page_184'>184</span>the room, but had not gone far when he called to -them in a loud and rather authoritative tone:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Boys! boys! come back!”</p> - -<p class='c013'>They returned, wondering what the matter was, -and Clinton, at least, feeling a little alarmed at such a -stern call. They stood, just inside the door, about a -minute, before Mr. Davenport spoke; and then, lifting -his eyes from the paper, in a very sedate manner, he -said:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Good morning, boys.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Good morning, sir,” replied the boys, in a somewhat -reserved and confused manner.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Another awkward pause followed, during which -Mr. Davenport was engrossed with his paper. Whistler -at length inquired:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Is that all, father?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“That is all,—what more would you have?” -replied his father, a twinkle of fun now appearing in -his eyes, and about the corners of his mouth.</p> - -<p class='c013'>They left him to the quiet enjoyment of his joke -and his paper, and went into the dining-room, as the -apartment was called where the meals of the family -were spread. There they found Mrs. Davenport, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_185'>185</span>assisting in putting the breakfast upon the table, while -Ettie, Whistler’s little sister, was arranging the chairs. -These, with Margaret, the domestic, constituted the -whole of Mr. Davenport’s family at this time.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The breakfast-bell was rung, and the family gathered -around the table, and soon commenced a lively -conversation, much of which was addressed to Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I believe this is your first appearance in Boston, -Clinton,” observed Mr. Davenport.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir, it is,” replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, you will see a great many strange sights, as -you go about the city,” continued his uncle. “Boston -isn’t a London, nor a New York; but it beats Brookdale, -by considerable, in business, wealth and population. -When I first visited Boston, thirty years ago, I -thought it was about the biggest city in the world, and -I can assure you it has grown a trifle since then. -But I’ve got a word of advice to give you, and that -reminds me of it. You don’t want to appear green, -verdant, raw, countryfied, as we city folks say?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, sir,” replied Clinton, in some trepidation at -this startling array of epithets.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, then,” continued his uncle, “you must follow -<span class='pageno' id='Page_186'>186</span>these three rules. First, don’t stare at anything; -that means, don’t look at anything as though it were -new or strange. The second rule is, don’t be astonished -at anything. And the third is like unto it,—don’t -admire anything.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Clinton looked perplexed. Sight-seeing was one of -the principal objects of his visit to the city; and a -pretty kind of sight-seeing that would be, he thought, -if he could not look at anything, nor evince any -surprise or pleasure, for fear of violating the cold proprieties -of city manners. Whistler also shared in his -perplexity; but, believing there was a “catch” somewhere -in his father’s advice, he said:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Father isn’t in earnest; he doesn’t mean what he -says, I know.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, I am in earnest,” replied his father.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But, how can he see the city, if he mustn’t look at -anything?” inquired Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“That’s another affair, altogether,” said Mr. Davenport. -“I was telling him how to avoid appearing -green, not how to see the sights. When I first came -to the city myself, I suppose I was grass-green,—fast -color, warranted to wash,—although I didn’t know it -<span class='pageno' id='Page_187'>187</span>then. I used to go staring about at every thing and -every body, looking into all the shop windows, reading -all the signs, and seeing more wonders than there -were chimneys in town. This used to provoke my -brother, who had lived in the city a whole year, and -had grown wonderfully genteel in his notions. He -carried himself as stiff as a poker, and every time I -turned my head he would say, ‘Don’t stare about so! -you act like a regular greenhorn!’ At last I got quite -angry with him, and I told him, right up and down, -that I didn’t care if I was green,—it was my favorite -color; I liked it; I gloried in it; I should be just as -green as I pleased, and he needn’t throw it in my face -any more. Now, if you want to see the sights, Clinton, -I don’t know as you can do any better than I did; -but, if you do not want people to suppose that you are -not accustomed to the city, then you can follow the -rules I have given.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I want to see things; I don’t care whether people -think I’m from the country, or not,” replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Very sensibly said, and I am happy to see that -you take after your uncle,” said Mr. Davenport. -“But we city folks are queer people. We get up all -<span class='pageno' id='Page_188'>188</span>manner of wonderful clap-traps and contrivances, to -astonish our country cousins, and then, if they look at -them, we laugh, and tell them they’re green. But all -the greenies don’t come from the country, by a good -deal. I’ll warrant you see a specimen from the city, -now and then, down in Brookdale. How was it?—did -the cows chase you, Whistler, or didn’t they appreciate -your verdancy?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, sir, they didn’t chase me; but I suppose it was -because feed was uncommonly good,” replied Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Pretty fair,” said his father, who always relished a -joke.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Do cows ever eat boys, father?” inquired Ettie, -who had soberly listened to the conversation, but -apparently without fully comprehending the drift -of it.</p> - -<p class='c013'>This question, asked with all gravity, and affording -such a fine specimen of the very thing they were talking -about,—city verdancy,—was received with a general -laugh, which sent the tears brimming to Ettie’s -eyes, when her father kindly replied:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, darling, the cows don’t eat boys; but they -<span class='pageno' id='Page_189'>189</span>sometimes chase them, and toss them in the air with -their horns, when they feel cross.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“When we went to ride, the other day,” continued -Ettie, “we saw a cow shaking her head at a dog, and -running at him; and the dog kept jumping before her, -and barking right in her face. She wanted to hook -him, didn’t she?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes,” said her father; “and if the dog hadn’t -been a little too spry for her, she would have sent him -spinning into the air, just as you would toss up your -doll.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>The conversation now changed to other topics, -which we need not follow. It was not without an object -that Mr. Davenport introduced the subject that has just -been alluded to. This object was twofold. First, he -wished to put Whistler on his guard against manifesting -any impatience or unkindness if his cousin, in their -walks about town, should happen to look at things -pretty hard. And then, again, he thought it would be -well enough to hint to Clinton, in a delicate way, that -prolonged and excessive staring at novelties in the -public streets, is regarded as a mark of rusticity by -well-bred people. He knew that Clinton would not -<span class='pageno' id='Page_190'>190</span>attempt to follow the rules he gave; neither did he -suppose he would imitate his own example—somewhat -exaggerated, no doubt—and make himself “as -green as he pleased.” Curiosity would forbid the first, -and that regard for the opinions of others which we all -feel, deny it though we may, would prevent the other. -He left it for his nephew’s good sense to find “the -golden mean” between these two extremes.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_191'>191</span> - <h2 class='c009'>CHAPTER XII.<br /> <br />ROMANCE AND REALITY.</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c019'>CLINTON’S first day in the city was diligently -devoted to sight-seeing, under the direction of -Whistler. As it was Saturday, and the last day of -Whistler’s vacation, they were both naturally anxious -to make the best use of the time. It would be no easy -matter to track them through the crowded and intricate -streets, and mark the weary miles of brick sidewalk -they travelled over, now pausing to look into a gay -shop window, or to gaze at an imposing building; now -sauntering along the water’s edge, amid a forest of -shipping and long ranges of granite warehouses; now -making a pleasant detour to the Common, and resting -themselves under the shadow of its lofty trees; and -now picking their way through the narrow streets of -the poor, with their tipsy rows of weak-jointed buildings, -their plenitude of foreign faces and strange -<span class='pageno' id='Page_192'>192</span>brogues, and their astonishing overflow of infantile -humanity, scattered all along the sidewalks, in undress, -half-dress, and almost no dress at all. Nor were these -the only novelties that attracted the notice of Clinton. -The constant succession of strange faces of every conceivable -type, the curious variety in dress and manners, -the novel vehicles and equipages in the streets,—these -and many other things arrested his attention -at every step, and often suggested remarks that seemed -very droll to Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>At length, however, the boys were both forced to -confess that they were very tired; and towards the -middle of the afternoon Clinton concluded that he had -seen enough for one day, and proposed to Whistler to -return home. His feet, unused to the brick and stone -pavement, were now so sore that he walked with difficulty; -and he declared that he felt more fatigued than -he should if he had hoed corn all day. They accordingly -took the shortest route home. Just before they -reached the house, the bell in a church steeple which -they were passing began to toll.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“What is that for—a funeral?” inquired Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_193'>193</span>“No, it’s for a fire, I suppose; they don’t toll the -bells for funerals in Boston,” replied Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Is it a fire?—let’s go to it!” exclaimed Clinton, -forgetting, in his excitement, his weary limbs and -tender feet.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, I wouldn’t; we’re too tired to run to a fire -now,” said Whistler. “Besides, it’s a great way off; -I believe it’s over to South Boston. Let me count -again.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>The tolling, which had ceased for a minute, was -now resumed, and six loud strokes were given, followed -by another pause.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, the fire’s in District No. 6; that’s South -Boston,” continued Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“How far is it from here?” inquired Clinton, who -still felt inclined to go to the fire.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“It can’t be less than a mile, and it may be two, if -it’s in the further end of South Boston,” replied -Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Nobody seems to be going to it. Why, I should -think every body would run when the bells ring for -fire,” said Clinton, who was surprised to see how little -notice was taken of the alarm.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_194'>194</span>“The firemen run, but other people don’t mind the -alarm, unless they see the light or the smoke,” replied -Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>An engine now came along, making a great noise -as it rattled over the pavements, although there were -no bells upon it, and but little shouting among the -men who had charge of it. It was very gayly painted, -and decorated with highly-polished brass mountings. -There were only about a dozen men at the rope when -the engine first came in sight; but their ranks soon -filled up by the arrival of other members of the company, -and the engine went spinning through the street -at a rapid rate, followed by a swarm of ragged boys. -Clinton was more than half disposed to fall in with -the crowd of urchins; but, perceiving that Willie had -no idea of joining in the race, he prudently concluded -to forego the pleasure.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The boys had now reached the house, and, on -throwing themselves into comfortable seats, began to -realize how tired they were. They found Ettie at -full length upon the floor, engaged in putting together -the dissected map which the boys had made for her. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_195'>195</span>Her knowledge of geography was so slight, that the -puzzle was anything but a simple one to her.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“What’s the matter, Sissy?—can’t you put it together -right?” inquired Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, I can, <i>almost</i>,” replied Ettie; “but two or -three of these pieces are real ugly,—they won’t go in -any where.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Let me see if I can’t help you,” added Clinton, -getting down upon the floor with his little cousin.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I’d rather find it out myself,” replied Ettie, timidly.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, well, then, I won’t meddle with it,” said Clinton. -“You’re just like me; I don’t like to have -folks show me how to do things, when I can find out -myself.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Clinton could not repress a quiet smile as he -glanced at the map, and witnessed the strange positions -which some of the states had assumed. Illinois -and Mississippi had exchanged places, both apparently -quite unconscious that they had “got into the wrong -pew.” Tennessee had turned half a somerset, and -was standing upon her head. Maine was vainly trying -to fill the space that rightfully belonged to New -<span class='pageno' id='Page_196'>196</span>York, while for the last-named state no place had yet -been found.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“What a curious thing that fire-alarm is! Do -you understand how it works, Willie?” inquired -Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, I’ve heard it all explained,” replied Whistler. -“In the first place, the city is divided into -seven fire districts. In each of these districts there -are a number of little cast-iron boxes, fastened to the -sides of buildings, such as I showed you on Faneuil -Hall. These are the signal stations. When a fire -breaks out near one of these stations, the watchman, -or the man who keeps the key, goes to the box and -turns the crank in it slowly six times. That sends -the alarm along the wires to the central office, in -Court Square, and the man there knows just where it -came from, and he strikes the number of the district -upon the bells. There are about forty of those signal -boxes, and each has its wire running to the central -office. Then there is another set of wires that lead -from the office to the bells.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“All the bells in the city strike at the same time, -don’t they?” inquired Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_197'>197</span>“No, there is no need of ringing all the bells,” -replied Whistler. “There are only seventeen bells, I -believe, connected with the alarm, and these all strike -together. The ringing is done by machinery, something -like the striking part of a town clock. It has a -weight, and an electro-magnet; and the power that -sets it in motion comes from the great battery in the -central office. If the fire is put out before all the -engines get there, an engineer goes to the nearest -signal box and telegraphs ‘all out,’ and the man in -the central office gives the signal on the bells, and -then the firemen go home.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“It’s a complete arrangement, isn’t it? I should -think the firemen would like it. It must save them a -good many steps,” said Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“It does,” added Whistler. “Before we had this -telegraph there used to be a great many more false -alarms of fire than there are now. Besides, when -there is a fire, it saves them a good many steps in -finding it.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Mr. Davenport now came in, and, after a few words -with Ettie, who had not yet mastered the secret of the -dissected map, he added, turning to the boys:</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_198'>198</span>“Well, young gentlemen, have you seen all the -sights, and got home at this time of day?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, sir, we haven’t seen half of them; but we got -pretty tired, and thought we’d been about enough for -one day,” replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“And you looked at everything just as hard as you -pleased, did you?” continued his uncle.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir,” replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But he didn’t act green at all, father,” added -Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“My feet got real sore, though,” said Clinton, whose -modesty led him to turn the subject. “I told Willie -I’d rather hoe corn all day than walk about the roads -here,—I mean the streets.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, I’m about used up, too,” said his uncle. -“I’ve been cudgelling my brains all day over a very -intricate insurance case, and I believe I don’t understand -it now quite so well as I did when I began. -Why, Clinton, hoeing corn is real fun compared with -much of the work that we city folks have to do. If -you were to live here, and earn your living, you would -have to put up with worse things than sore feet. -Many country people seem to think that we have -<span class='pageno' id='Page_199'>199</span>nothing to do but to sit in our armchairs, and read the -papers, and discuss the news, and take money; but if -they could exchange work with us a little while, they -would be more contented with their lot forever after. -They work hard and get tired, I know; but we not -only get tired, but sick, too, and worry and fret ourselves -into our graves, while they are in the prime of -life. They work out in the pure air, while we are -stived up in little hot rooms, breathing everything but -the odors of heaven. After all, the country’s the -place to enjoy life. Don’t you think so, Whistler?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir, the country’s the place for me,” replied -Whistler. “When I’m a man I mean to have a -great farm, and have it stocked with the best horses, -and cows, and sheep, and pigs, and poultry. And -you’ll come and live with me, too; won’t you, -father?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, I think I will, if you lump me in with the -pigs, and poultry, and other live stock,” said his father, -with an assumed air of offended dignity.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, father, I didn’t lump you with the stock; I -put a period after them, and began a new sentence -with you,” replied Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_200'>200</span>“I think it must have been a very brief period; -however, I’ll take your word for it,” added his father. -“But, speaking of the country, I suspect you will find -playing and working on a farm two very different -things. At any rate, I shall advise you not to invest -your funds very deeply in agricultural improvements, -until you have worked on a farm a year or two as a -hand.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But I thought you just said farming was the best -employment for a man,” observed Whistler, in some -perplexity.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I did say what was equivalent to that,” resumed -his father; “but all men are not fit for farmers. Some -are too lazy; some are too genteel; some don’t know -enough; some know too much, in their own estimation, -and so get their living by their wits; some are too -uneasy to stay long enough in one spot to raise a crop -of six-weeks beans; some haven’t the bodily strength -to work on a farm; and some are too tricky to follow -any honest calling. Then there are others who were -born to be sailors, or mechanics, or students, or political -leaders, or merchants, or doctors, or clergymen, or -lawyers. They have special talents for these or other -<span class='pageno' id='Page_201'>201</span>professions, and, of course, they can’t be farmers. -You might as well try to drown a man who was born -to be hung, as try to make a farmer of a man that was -born to ‘plough the sea.’ But the great body of men -do not have these particular talents. They are about -as well fitted for one common employment as for another, -and so they decide on the one that they consider -the most easy, profitable, and genteel; and it is just -here that they oftentimes make their great mistake. -Are you going to sleep over my lecture, Clinton?” -he abruptly added, on observing that his nephew had -partially closed his eyes.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, sir, I understood every word,” quickly replied -Clinton, slightly blushing.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Because, if you were, I thought I should like to -keep you company,” continued Mr. Davenport. “It’s -a rather dry subject, I know; but it will soon be one -of practical importance to you, and Whistler, too. -Have you made up your mind what profession you -should like to follow, Clinton?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, sir,—not exactly,” replied Clinton. “I like -farming very well, but I’ve thought I should rather -be a merchant than anything else.”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_202'>202</span>“Why do you think you should like to be a merchant?” -inquired his uncle.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Clinton was somewhat at a loss for an answer; but -at length he replied, with some misgivings:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Why, it must be fine to own ships and warehouses, -and do a great business, and make lots of money, and -have everything you want, and be looked up to by -every body. Besides, the merchant can have his farm, -too, if he likes.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But you have tried farming, and you say you like -that pretty well?” inquired his uncle.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir,” replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well,” resumed Mr. Davenport, “let me tell you -one thing. With you, mercantile life is all romance, -just as farming is to your cousin. On the other hand, -farming is real to you, while Whistler has had a -chance to observe something of the dark side of mercantile -and professional life. When you think of -being a merchant, you think only of fine ships, and -great warehouses, and sumptuous dwellings, and the -portly and dignified men who rule on ’change. You -don’t think of the early years of drudgery and poverty -most of these men went through, or of the temptations -<span class='pageno' id='Page_203'>203</span>they were exposed to, which, perhaps, overcame a -score of their companions for every one that escaped; -you don’t think how they have risked health, and perhaps -lost it; you don’t think what fierce struggles -they have encountered, what crushing losses they have -met, and what a weight of care rests upon them night -and day; you don’t think it is possible that they will -yet meet with overwhelming reverses, and die in -poverty; and, more than all, you don’t think that -these successful merchants are themselves exceptions -to the great mass of the profession, who were only -moderately successful, if they did not wholly fail. Is -it not so?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir, I never thought much of the dark side,” -replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I do not say this to discourage you from being a -merchant,” resumed his uncle. “I would discourage -no boy from entering any honest calling, if he chooses -it, and appears to be fitted to it. I don’t know but that -you have special qualifications for the mercantile profession. -If you have, I would advise you to make -that your business. Otherwise, you had better remain -where you are. At all events, you ought to look at -<span class='pageno' id='Page_204'>204</span>your favorite profession on all sides, dark as well as -bright, before you tie yourself down in it for life. To -sum up, as we legal gentlemen say—but we ought -to have the decision reported; have you got a scrap -of paper, Willie?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir,—here’s a piece.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, you shall be clerk of the court, and write -down the decision. Take your pencil, and write as I -dictate, commencing each sentence upon a new line.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Whistler followed his father’s directions, and the -result was the following memoranda:</p> - -<div class='lh'> - -<p class='c024'>“All men ought to follow some useful employment.</p> - -<p class='c025'>“Every man ought to choose that employment in -which he can be most useful and successful.</p> - -<p class='c025'>“Agriculture is the primitive and natural employment -of man.</p> - -<p class='c025'>“It is an employment which combines the greatest -number of advantages with the fewest evils and temptations, -and is therefore best fitted to secure the happiness -and good of mankind.</p> - -<p class='c025'>“It is an employment which must ever demand the -hands of the great bulk of the race.</p> - -<p class='c025'>“But the state of human society, and the interests -of the race, render many other professions necessary.</p> - -<p class='c025'>“God gives certain persons special talents for these -<span class='pageno' id='Page_205'>205</span>special callings, so that they enter them as if by -instinct.</p> - -<p class='c025'>“Many others are providentially thrown into them, -having no particular choice or inclination in the -matter.</p> - -<p class='c025'>“Others still enter them from choice.</p> - -<p class='c025'>“Those who enter any profession from choice, should -do so deliberately and understandingly, and not suffer -themselves to be misled by a thin veil of romance.</p> - -<p class='c025'>“All employments are honorable, so far as they are -useful in themselves, and are pursued in an honorable -manner.”</p> - -</div> - -<p class='c026'>Mr. Davenport read the above after Whistler had -taken it down, and then handed it back to him, saying:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“There, Willie, you have a legal opinion, without -fee. You may keep it among your valuables, and -give Clinton a copy, too, if he wants one. You may -not fully understand these principles now, but you will -by-and-by, and they will be of great value to you, if -you follow them.”</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_206'>206</span> - <h2 class='c009'>CHAPTER XIII.<br /> <br />SIGHT-SEEING.</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_75 c019'>“NOW for school, once more!” exclaimed Whistler, -as he threw his well-filled satchel over his back, -fifteen minutes before eight o’clock Monday morning. -“Don’t you feel queerly at the beginning of a term? I -do. I’m glad to go to school again, and yet I feel sort -of bad, too, because the vacation is over. I feel worse -than usual now, because I can’t go round with you.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“You needn’t think of that; I can find my way -about town alone,” said Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“You can tell about that better to-night,” replied -Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, I won’t crow till I get out of the woods, at -any rate,” said Clinton. “But I’m going with you as -far as your schoolhouse,—are you ready?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes,—come,” replied Whistler.</p> - -<div id='i207' class='figright id006'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_207'>207</span> -<img src='images/i207.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>They walked to the schoolhouse, accompanied by -Bouncer, and remained together till the bell summoned -Whistler to his seat, and then Clinton started upon his -first exploration, alone. Turning his face towards the -business section of the city, which was in a northerly -direction from his uncle’s house, and occasionally whistling -to Bouncer, who was still looking wistfully -towards the schoolhouse, he walked leisurely along, -with the air of one who is determined to see everything -that is worth seeing. Bouncer did not think it -worth while to favor him with his company; but Clinton -found plenty of other dogs in his wanderings, of all -sorts and sizes,—quite as many, in fact, as he wished -to see. One of these dogs, which he encountered in a -narrow alley, amused him very much. He was harnessed -into a little cart, -and trotted along quite -briskly with his load. -Two boys accompanied -him, who appeared to -be Irish. One of them -was quite large, and -wore a coat which seemed intended for his father. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_208'>208</span>He had a little whip, with which he enforced the -orders he was constantly shouting to the dog. The -other boy was much smaller, and ran behind, pushing -the cart. The load consisted of several bundles, tied -up in handkerchiefs. They contained dirty clothes, -which the boys were collecting for their mother, who -was a washerwoman.</p> - -<div id='i208' class='figleft id002'> -<img src='images/i208.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>The next object that attracted Clinton’s notice was a -group of busts and images, arranged upon a board, -which a young man carried -upon the top of his head. Clinton -thought it rather strange -that he should carry so heavy -a burden in such a way; but -the images were of plaster, and -hollow, and were much lighter -than they appeared. The man -was an Italian; and whenever -he met a gentleman, or saw a lady at a window, he -would call out, “E-me-ges!—buy any e-me-ges?” in -his most persuasive tone. He was a mild-eyed, dark-complexioned -man, not very neat in his personal -<span class='pageno' id='Page_209'>209</span>appearance, and his clothing was a good deal be-patched, -as you will see by the engraving.</p> - -<p class='c013'>In the course of the morning an incident happened -to Clinton which made him smile many a time during -the day, as it came to mind. In passing a shop, in -front of which several birds were hung out in cages, -he noticed that the door of one cage was open, and -that its tenant was on the outside, apparently meditating -a flight. The bird was nearly the size of a -pigeon, but he did not know what it was. Stepping -into the shop, he said:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“One of your birds has got his cage door open, sir, -and is hopping all around outside.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I know it,—but he won’t go off,” replied the -man. “We leave the door open purposely, and let -him have the run; he never leaves the premises.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, I didn’t think of that,” stammered Clinton, a -slight blush mantling his cheeks.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Never mind; I’m just as much obliged to you as -though he <i>had</i> broken out,” added the man. “You -intended to do an act of kindness, and you ought to -have the credit of it. Won’t you walk in and look at -the birds? We’ve got a pretty large collection.”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_210'>210</span>Clinton thankfully accepted the invitation, and found -a large room entirely filled with birds, this being the -sole article in which the man dealt. The collection -embraced birds of almost every description, from an -eagle to a Java sparrow. Many of them were very -rare and beautiful. The singing birds seemed to vie -with one another, to see which should make the -loudest noise; and the deafening clatter was by no -means improved by the occasional rough and discordant -note of some unmusical member of the family. -In addition to the living birds, there were also many -stuffed ones, for the owner of the collection was a -taxidermist. A taxidermist is one who is skilled -in preparing and preserving the skins of birds, or -other animals, so as to represent their natural appearance.</p> - -<p class='c013'>After walking an hour or more about the business -portion of the city, examining the sights in a leisurely -way, Clinton suddenly found himself approaching the -beautiful Common, of which Boston is justly proud. -It took him some time to reconcile his mind to its -unexpected location, for it seemed to him that he -ought to be going from it instead of towards it. However, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_211'>211</span>there it was, and there was no disputing that. -And he was not very sorry, either, for he began to feel -tired, and there are plenty of seats and acres of soft -grass on the Common. Entering the grounds at the -gate opposite Park-street Church, he threw himself -upon the grass, in the shade of a large tree, on a spot -which commanded a view of the greater part of the -enclosure.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The Common contains forty-eight acres, the surface of -which is agreeably diversified, much of it being broken -into gentle swells. A vast amount of money has been -expended in beautifying it. A tall and handsome iron -fence surrounds it, which is nearly six thousand feet -long, and cost upwards of a hundred thousand dollars. -Nicely gravelled walks, shaded by trees, run around -the enclosure, and cross it in various directions. -These walks are lit by gas, at night. The trees number -nearly two thousand, and comprise eighteen or -twenty varieties, but about half of them are elms. -Scattered over the Common are several cast-iron -hydrants, from which streams of Cochituate water are -always flowing, for the refreshment of the thirsty. -There is also a beautiful pond,—the “Frog Pond” of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_212'>212</span>olden times,—which is supplied with one of the finest -fountains on the continent.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Such was the scene spread out before Clinton, as he -sat upon the grass. Add to the picture the scattered -groups of well-dressed people who were threading the -walks or lounging on the seats, the merry children -gambolling upon the grass, and the birds flitting among -the trees, and you have made up a sight well worth -seeing.</p> - -<p class='c013'>As Clinton sat enjoying the scene, a huge column -of water suddenly burst forth from the pond, with a -noise plainly perceptible, even at his distance from it. -It was the fountain. Forgetting everything else, he -ran with all speed towards it, for he had never seen -it; and, as it was allowed to play but seldom, owing to -a scarcity of water at that time, he had hardly dared -to hope that his curiosity would be gratified. His -haste was needless, however, for it kept on playing, -and he had ample leisure to examine and enjoy it. It -sent up a tall jet, which tapered almost to a point, -while a cloud of spray and vapor rose from the base. -The water sparkled gloriously in the sunlight, and the -hues of the rainbow danced among the mists. Clinton -<span class='pageno' id='Page_215'>215</span>sat down under a tree, and drank to his fill of the -beautiful scene.</p> - -<div id='i213' class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i213.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>This fountain has a dozen or more different jets. -The highest one rises to the height of ninety-eight -feet, under favorable circumstances, and is fed through -an open pipe three inches in diameter. A pipe six -inches in diameter throws the water about eighty feet -high. Another, with the whole breadth of twelve -inches, reaches but about forty feet. There is a jet -which is set at an angle, designed to play against the -wind. There are also jets which represent a variety -of figures. One is called the “willow,” from its -resemblance to that tree. Another is the “lily,” which -sends out three side jets, representing the petals, and -an upright one in the centre, forming the pointal of the -flower. Another is the “vase,” and very graceful and -picturesque it is. The amount of water consumed by -the fountain when it is in play is almost incredible. -The water rushes out with immense force; and some -of the larger jets, if kept in operation perpetually, -would nearly or quite exhaust the regular daily supply -from Lake Cochituate. Of course the luxury can -<span class='pageno' id='Page_216'>216</span>be indulged in only occasionally, and for a few hours -at a time.</p> - -<p class='c013'>As Clinton sat gazing at the fountain, the majestic -column of water began to falter, and almost instantly -lowered its proud crest and disappeared, leaving no -trace of the fountain but the iron pipe through which -it gushed forth. The man who had charge of it had -shut off the water, which is done by means of a stop-cock -near the pond. He soon after appeared, walking -through the pond, towards the fountain. He wore a -pair of high, water-proof boots; and, as there was a -series of stone blocks from the border of the pond to -the fountain, sunk but a few inches under water, for -him to walk upon, he got along very comfortably. -Having removed the mouth-piece of the fountain, he -screwed on another one, and returned. In a few -moments the water burst forth in a new shape. There -were a number of small jets arranged in a circle, each -jet taking an outward direction. The water formed a -graceful curve, as it rounded over towards the lake; -and though it was not so lofty and imposing as the -other jet, it was in some respects more beautiful.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The fountain at length stopped playing, and Clinton, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_217'>217</span>after watching a while some boats which boys were -sailing on the pond, started off in quest of new sights. -He first paid a visit to the great elm tree, near the -pond, admired its magnificent proportions, read its -brief and imperfect history, as inscribed on a tablet -inserted in the iron fence which surrounds it, and -mused on the stirring scenes it had looked down upon -during the lapse of two hundred years. While thus -engaged, he came in contact with a quiet, modest-looking -lad, of about his own age, who seemed to be -engaged in the same pursuit as himself—sight-seeing. -A mutual feeling of lonesomeness, or an intuitive perception -of sympathy and congeniality of character, or -some other attractive principle, seemed to draw them -together, at first sight, and they were soon engaged in -conversation. In a short time Clinton had learned -from his new acquaintance that his name was Henry; -that he came from the country, to get a situation as -apprentice, or clerk, but had not yet succeeded; and -that he had two older brothers in Boston, with whom -he was staying.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Have you been up to the top of the State House?” -<span class='pageno' id='Page_218'>218</span>inquired Henry, as Clinton began to look about for -some new object of interest.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No,” replied Clinton; “have you?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, I went up last week with my brother,” said -Henry. “Come, let’s go up now,—I should like to -go again, and I can promise you it’s a splendid -sight.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Come on, then,—it’s just where I want to go,” -said Clinton, much pleased that he was to have a companion -in making the toilsome ascent.</p> - -<p class='c013'>So they passed on, through the spacious front yard, -with its many flights of stone steps; paused a moment -to look at the fountains in front of the capitol; paid a -visit to the marble statue of Washington, in the alcove -opening from Doric Hall; inspected such portions of -the building as were open to the public; and then -began their long journey to the lantern which surmounts -the dome. Up, up, up they went, through the -state’s great garret, with its interminable stairs, its -dreary passages, its venerable dust and cobwebs, and -its hot and stifling atmosphere. Now they are in the -great dome, whose huge frame-work encompasses -them on every side, and fills the mind with something -<span class='pageno' id='Page_219'>219</span>like awe. And now the light increases—they breathe -easier. They have ascended the last of the one hundred -and seventy steps; they are two hundred and -thirty feet above the level of the sea.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Clinton found that the lantern of the dome, which -looked so small from the street, was in reality a room -of pretty good size. It was a museum of autographs,—every -place where it was possible to write, scratch or -cut a name, having been improved by the hundreds of -thousands who have visited this favorite resort of -strangers. But the inside attractions did not long -detain the boys from the magnificent scene without. -Clinton’s exclamations, as his young companion hurried -him from one window to another, were few and -brief, but by no means tame or inexpressive. There -lay the Common at his feet, looking like a garden-patch -of moderate size. The horses and carriages in -the streets seemed to be but baby toys, and the people -were like ants creeping over the ground. The city -spread itself out on every side, with its long lines of -brick walls and slated roofs, and its innumerable -steeples, towers and cupolas, all compactly wedged -together. Outside of this shapeless mass of brick and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_220'>220</span>stone was a line of water, which nearly surrounded the -city. A part of the way it was a narrow ribbon, -crossed by numerous bridges, over some of which railway -trains were slowly crawling, like caterpillars. -Towards the east, however, the shore was fringed with -a forest of masts, and the waters stretched outward -into the great ocean, and the gleaming of white canvas -could be seen, far beyond the green islands that guard -the entrance of the harbor. To the landward were to -be seen cities and villages, hills, fields and forests, -extending for many miles. The boys felt that but two -things were wanting, and these were, a good spy-glass, -and some one, familiar with the ground, to point out -and name the various objects of interest that were -spread before them.</p> - -<p class='c013'>After stopping more than half an hour in the lantern, -Clinton and Henry commenced the descent. It -was nearly noon when they reached the street; and, as -Clinton had a long distance to go, and was not familiar -with the way, he soon parted with his companion, -whose stopping-place lay in another direction, and set -his face towards the South End. He trudged along -carelessly, until he thought he must be in the neighborhood -<span class='pageno' id='Page_221'>221</span>of the street where his uncle lived. And now he -tried to find his bearings, but without success. Nothing -looked familiar. He was in a maze. But, as he -always preferred to solve his own difficulties, rather -than have others help him out of them, he determined -that he would make no inquiries so long as there was -a chance of finding his way out. Pretty soon he came -out on an avenue, which he knew must be Washington -Street, from its appearance. Now he felt that he had -got a clew that would enable him to find his uncle’s -house. He walked along for nearly half a mile, but -could not find the street for which he was looking. -He was beginning to feel some misgivings, when he -came in sight of a steeple on which the points of the -compass were indicated, and he discovered that instead -of going south he was actually heading towards the -north. He also recognized the church as the Old -South, and he was, consequently, further from his destination -than when he left the Common. The sun -was so nearly overhead that it did not afford him -much aid in directing his course, and he had therefore -trusted to instinct, which, in the human kind, is not -always a very safe guide.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_222'>222</span>Of course Clinton faced about and retraced his -steps. The dinner hour was at hand; and, wisely -concluding that he had experimented enough for one -day in the navigation of unknown streets, he inquired -his way, and at length reached his uncle’s, faint and -weary with his forenoon’s adventures. His account of -his walk from the State House furnished considerable -merriment to the family. Whistler declared that he -was about to go after the city crier, and tell him to cry, -“A child lost, about fourteen years old,” &c., &c.; -while Mr. Davenport, who always had a story ready, -said that Clinton was almost as bad as an old Quaker -he once knew, who used to come to Boston occasionally -with a load of chairs, and who would sometimes -get so bewildered by the hubbub and confusion of the -city, as to go up three or four flights of stairs, into the -attic, to find his way to the street! He also related -the case of a little Irish boy, who landed in Boston -from an emigrant ship, and actually became insane -from bewilderment. The little fellow, who was but -thirteen years old, had no friends here but a brother, -who came over a short time before. Confused by the -strangeness, and, to his eyes, the magnificence of the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_223'>223</span>city, which for weeks had been the culminating point -of his anticipations, he wandered about, gazing upon -the novelties by day, and dreaming of them by night, -until he believed himself the inhabitant of a fairy-land, -and could not recognize the brother whose bed he -shared; “for,” said he, “he was dressed so nice, and we -used n’t to be so at home.” Reason soon fled, and for -weeks he by turns babbled like a child and raved like -a madman. He was taken to the lunatic hospital, and -it took several weeks to cure him.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_224'>224</span> - <h2 class='c009'>CHAPTER XIV.<br /> <br />SCHOOL TRIALS.</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_2_0_75 c019'>WHISTLER’S first day at school was not a day of -unalloyed pleasure. It was not without a severe -struggle with his feelings that he met his comrades -and teachers, and took the familiar seat he had so long -occupied. The exciting scenes of the exhibition day, -a few weeks previous, came up vividly in his mind. -The general credit with which he passed through the -examination, the applause with which his declamation -was received, and the praise bestowed upon several -drawings and maps executed by his hand, certainly -were not of themselves unpleasant recollections. But -these happy memories were all embittered by another -thought, which he could not drive from his mind. He -had left the school, at the close of the last term, expecting -to return to it no more. He had presented -himself as a candidate for admission to a school of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_225'>225</span>higher grade, and, to his great surprise and mortification, -had been found lacking in some of the necessary -qualifications.</p> - -<p class='c013'>This was the severest blow Whistler ever received. -He went home and gave himself up to his grief. His -vacation was blasted, his visit to Brookdale was spoilt, -and, indeed, it almost seemed to him as if his prospects -for life were ruined. His mother tried to comfort -him, but without much success. When his father -came home, at night, he was informed of the result of -Whistler’s application by Mrs. Davenport. The tea-bell -rang, but Whistler did not appear. The servant -was then sent to his room to call him, and brought -back the reply that he did not want any supper. -After tea, Mr. Davenport went up to his chamber, -and found him lying upon the bed, with his face buried -in a pillow.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Hallo! what does this mean, Whistler? What’s -the matter with you?” he inquired.</p> - -<p class='c013'>There was no reply, but a sob.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Come, speak up!—what ails you?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I—couldn’t get into the—High School,” sobbed -the poor boy.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_226'>226</span>“Couldn’t get into the High School? How happened -that? Some partiality or trickery, I suppose; -they gave you all the hard questions, and the others -the easy ones,—didn’t they?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, sir,” replied Whistler, somewhat reluctantly; -“the questions were printed, and all the candidates -had to answer the whole of them in writing.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Ah, that’s the way they manage, is it? Not -much chance for foul play there, I should say. Then -it seems you couldn’t answer the questions.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, sir,—not all of them.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, whose fault was that?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Mine, I suppose;” and the tears started fresh from -Whistler’s eyes.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I don’t know about that; perhaps no one was to -blame for this failure. I have had some doubts, all -along, about your success; but I thought it best not to -trouble you with them, as I supposed you studied as -hard as you ought to. Was I right in my supposition?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I believe I’ve done the best I could,” replied -Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“If you can say that with a good conscience,” continued -<span class='pageno' id='Page_227'>227</span>his father, “then I’m sure I shan’t blame you, -and you ought not to blame yourself; and I think you -<i>can</i> say it, for it agrees with what your teacher told -me. Come, cheer up! and don’t think any more about -it. It will all come out right, by-and-by. You’ll be -admitted next year, and you’ll be able to keep up -with your class better than though you entered now.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>These words of encouragement somewhat revived -Whistler’s feelings, and as nothing more was said in -his presence about the matter, by his parents, the tide -of disappointment and mortification soon began to subside. -His sensitive mind, however, was not wholly -relieved, and, intimate as he shortly after became with -Clinton, he could not impart to his cousin this unhappy -secret. Immediately on his return from his -vacation, in accordance with a plan he had formed, he -asked his father’s permission to enter a private school, -instead of returning to the old one; but the reasons -he gave were not deemed satisfactory, and the request -was not granted. He accordingly reëntered the public -school, and, to his great relief, none of his mates -laughed at him for coming back, or even alluded to -his unsuccessful attempt to get into more select, if not -<span class='pageno' id='Page_228'>228</span>better company. But he was very glad when the -first day of the term was over.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Whistler was a diligent scholar; but, although by -no means a dull boy, he did not learn his lessons without -much hard labor. Some branches he acquired -more easily than others. He had a taste for drawing, -and copied maps and even pictures very neatly. He -was also a good reader, and in declamation and composition -he stood among the best in his class. But in -some other branches, particularly spelling and arithmetic, -he was rather backward. Nevertheless, he -was an industrious scholar, and made fair progress in -his studies.</p> - -<p class='c013'>But Whistler was not destined to get through the -first day of the new term without some unpleasant -experiences. It so happened that in his first recitation, -which took place in the afternoon, he “missed” -two questions that were put to him. He felt vexed -and mortified, and, at his second failure, he could not -keep the tears from coming into his eyes. The -teacher, as he recorded the demerits, noticed his -pupil’s emotion, but made no remark. He afterwards -<span class='pageno' id='Page_229'>229</span>requested Whistler to step to his desk, when school -was dismissed.</p> - -<p class='c013'>When the school closed for the day, Whistler proceeded -to the place appointed, but not without some -unpleasant apprehensions, arising from the imperfect -lesson referred to. His fears were dispelled, however, -when the teacher, pointing him to a seat, remarked -very pleasantly:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“William, you are a pretty good draughtsman, and -I’ve been thinking that perhaps I could get you to do -a small job for me.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I should be happy to,” replied Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Do you suppose,” continued the teacher, taking a -couple of pictures from his desk, “that you could -make a large copy, in outline, of each of these figures?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Whistler looked at the engravings a moment, and -replied, with some hesitation:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I could copy them better on the same scale they -are there.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I know you could,” continued the teacher; “but -that will not answer my purpose. I want them to -illustrate some remarks I wish to make to the school, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_230'>230</span>and they must be large enough to be seen across the -school-room. I have no time, just now, to copy them -myself, and it occurred to me that perhaps you would -like to try your hand at it. You will find it somewhat -difficult, I suppose; but it will be a good exercise for -you, even if you should not succeed very well.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Whistler readily consented to undertake the job, -and his teacher furnished him with some large sheets -of drawing paper, and gave him such directions in -regard to the work as he deemed necessary.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Whistler now hurried home, where he found Clinton, -who was so exhausted by his forenoon’s tramp -that he was glad to remain in the house the rest of the -day. With his characteristic dread of idleness, however, -he was busy at work with his pocket-knife, whittling -out a puzzle for Ettie. It was nearly completed. -It consisted of a thin piece of wood, in which three -holes were cut,—one square, one round, and one triangular. -The holes were all of the same height and -width. The puzzle consisted in shaping a piece of -wood so that it would stop up either of these holes. -To do this, he first made a square block,—a perfect -cube. This, of course, stopped up the square hole. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_231'>231</span>He next rounded this into a cylinder, so that it just -fitted the circular hole, while by turning it the right -way, it would still answer to fill up the square one. -He now sharpened one end of this cylinder, until he had -made a perfect triangle, or wedge. This fitted snugly -into the remaining hole, while enough of the original -form of the block remained to fill the other two holes.</p> - -<p class='c013'>As soon as the puzzle was finished, Whistler went -up to his chamber, and began one of the drawings he -had engaged to make. His cousin watched his operations -with interest, but was unable to render him any -assistance. Indeed, this hardly seemed necessary, for -the swelling outline grew quite perceptibly under -Whistler’s pencil; and, although he did not get along -without a frequent recourse to the India-rubber, his -success was quite equal to his own anticipations. He -had drawn maps on both an enlarged and a reduced -scale from the original, but he had never before attempted -to do either with the human figure, which is -far more difficult. He determined to try hard for -success, however; and the somewhat doubtful manner -in which his teacher spoke of his ability to execute the -drawings, seemed rather to stimulate than discourage -<span class='pageno' id='Page_232'>232</span>him. This was precisely what the teacher intended -to do. He knew that the task was a difficult one, -though not beyond Whistler’s ability. He knew, -moreover, that if he had told his pupil it was easy, -the latter would scarcely have believed him, and -would, perhaps, have been disheartened by the first -difficulty; whereas, by taking the other course, the -boy’s ambition and spirit were more fully aroused, -and he was prepared for a strong and patient effort.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The next morning, Clinton having expressed some -curiosity to see how a Boston school was managed, he -was invited by his cousin to accompany him as a -visitor, and he concluded to do so. Reaching the -schoolhouse a little before the hour of commencement, -they stood in the yard, watching the movements -of the merry groups around them, when a large, ill-favored -boy cried out:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“There comes that big dunce that’s down in the -fourth class! Let’s poke some fun at him, boys. -What’s his name?—does any body know? No matter, -we’ll call him Donkey,—ha! ha! Let’s give -him that for a nickname! Don’t you call him anything -else,—will you, boys?”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_233'>233</span>“Good!—his name shall be Donkey!” said another -boy; and several others seconded the motion, while -one or two began to shout “Donkey! Hallo, Donkey!” -to the unsuspecting butt of their sport.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Whistler, perceiving how matters were tending, -now stepped forward, and said:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Don’t you do it, boys! It’s too bad to twit a fellow -for what he can’t help. That boy has been sick -all his lifetime, and couldn’t go to school, and that’s -the reason he’s in the lowest class.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“That’s all gammon!” retorted the boy who proposed -the nickname, and whose name was Nathan -Clapp. “Bill Davenport has a natural sympathy for -dunces,—he doesn’t want much of being one himself. -You know he tried to get into the High School, -the other day, and they wouldn’t take him, and he -had to come back here again. Let him stick up for -Donkey, if he wants to; it’s natural for him to stand -up for his own breed!”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“If I’m a dunce, I should like to know what you -are?” exclaimed Whistler, his eye flashing with anger.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I wasn’t such a big fool as to try to get into the -High School, at any rate!” replied Nathan.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_234'>234</span>“Don’t say anything more to him,—he isn’t worth -noticing,” whispered Clinton in the ear of his cousin; -and the latter wisely heeded the advice, and suppressed -the angry retort which was trembling upon -his lips.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Can’t say anything more, can you? Well, I think -you had better shut up!” continued the other boy; -and then, turning to the lad in whose behalf Whistler -had interfered, and who had now entered the yard, he -continued, “Hallo, Donkey! how d’ ye do? Got your -lesson, hey? Let’s hear you say your a, b, c’s. -There, Donkey,”—snatching the book from under his -arm, and pointing to a line,—“what letter’s that? -Don’t you know, hey? Can’t you speak, you dunce? -Come, talk up like a little man! nobody will hurt you. -What’s that letter, hey?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>The boy, who was a peaceable and good-natured -fellow, was evidently annoyed by his tormentor; but -he tried to take his jeers in good part, and joined—not -very heartily, it is true—in the laugh that was -raised at his expense. Nathan continued to hector -him in this way for some minutes, when Whistler, -unable longer to repress his indignation, cried out:</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_235'>235</span>“Don’t mind what he says, David; I’ll warrant -you will rank ahead of him in less than six months.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“You say that again, and I’ll rap you over the -head!” exclaimed Nathan, drawing himself up in a -menacing attitude before Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“There’s no need of saying it again; but I’ll stick -to it,” replied Whistler, with firmness.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, you’d better back out! I knew you daresn’t -say it again!” continued the young bully.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“If you call that a back-out, you’re welcome to all -the comfort you can get out of it,” calmly replied -Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“If you want to fight, then, come out here!” said -Nathan, doubling up his fists.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, I thank you,” replied Whistler; “I don’t -believe in fighting.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>A boy here whispered to Nathan that the principal -was in the schoolhouse, and might overhear him. -His voice, which had been loud and defiant, was suddenly -modulated to a very low tone, as he added:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“You’re a mean, sneaking coward! I’ll leave it to -all of the boys if you aren’t.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>This sudden transition from the loud tone of bravado -<span class='pageno' id='Page_236'>236</span>to that of absolute cowardice, was so ludicrous, -that there was a general outburst of laughter among -the boys, in which Whistler himself heartily joined. -They began to challenge each other, in whispers, and -declared that they were not afraid of any body, in the -softest tones. Nathan quickly disappeared around the -corner of the building, but the merriment went on -until the signal was given for school to commence.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Clinton went in with his cousin, and remained -through the forenoon, an interested spectator of the -proceedings. The boys first assembled in a large hall, -where a chapter was read from the Bible, and the -Lord’s Prayer repeated by the whole school. The -several divisions then went to their own rooms, each -with its own teachers, and remained in separate session, -with the exception of the recess, until it was -nearly time for the school to be dismissed. All the -pupils were then assembled in the large hall, and, after -singing two or three verses of a hymn, the principal -observed that he wished to say a few words before -they separated. He then proceeded, somewhat in the -following strain:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I once knew a boy who was afflicted with a very -<span class='pageno' id='Page_237'>237</span>painful disease, almost from his infancy. For years -he was confined to his bed, and it was supposed that -he would never be able to run about like other boys. -He had no father, and his mother was poor, and unable -to provide him with many of those little comforts that -might have made his lot more tolerable. He had a -thirst for knowledge, but could not go to school, and, -indeed, he could not apply himself to books for any -length of time, his eyes were so weak. Still he managed -to learn to read, and was quite patient under his -sufferings.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“When this boy got to be twelve or thirteen years -old, his health improved so much that he was able to -walk about. The first desire he expressed was to go -to school; and as soon as he was well enough, he was -permitted to attend one of the public schools. As he -had enjoyed few opportunities of learning, the teacher -was obliged to place him in a class of smaller children -than himself; but, for all that, he was as intelligent a -boy, and as promising a scholar, as you could find in the -school, all things considered. But he had not been -in the school two days, before one of the large boys, -who was not a remarkably good scholar himself began -<span class='pageno' id='Page_238'>238</span>to make him the butt of his ridicule, calling him a -‘dunce’ and a ‘donkey,’ and tried to set the other boys -upon him.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>At this abrupt pause, most of the scholars looked -earnestly, as if impatient for the conclusion of the -story; but a few, who recognized the characters introduced, -turned their faces towards David and Nathan. -After a moment’s delay, the teacher resumed his -narrative:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“There was another boy in that school, who, though -he did not learn his lessons so easily as some children, -was nevertheless a diligent and faithful scholar, and -behind none of his comrades in intelligence. This boy -gallantly interfered in behalf of the new pupil; whereupon -the large boy fell upon him, and began to ridicule -him because he had been an unsuccessful candidate for -another school.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>The teacher again paused, and those of the boys -who were not in the secret began to wonder at the -pointless conclusion of a story that opened so promisingly. -He soon continued:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I’m not going to call any names,—I shan’t say, as -<span class='pageno' id='Page_239'>239</span>David said to Nathan of old, ‘Thou art the man!’ -but—”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“It was Nathan who said that to David,” interrupted -one of the older boys.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I believe you are right,” continued the teacher, -who possibly had not blundered without a purpose; -“but, as I was saying, I shall call no names. I will -merely say that those three boys are members of this -school, and that I have related only what actually happened. -And now, I want to put two or three questions -to the school, and I wish every boy to answer yes or -no. Those of you who think it is fair and honorable -to ridicule a boy for his low standing in school, when -he has been sick all his days, and had no opportunity -to learn, will please to say ‘Aye.’”</p> - -<p class='c013'>There was no response.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Those,” continued the teacher, “who think it is -mean and dishonorable to do so, will please to say -‘Aye.’”</p> - -<p class='c013'>There was a prompt and universal shout of “Aye!”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Now, those who think it is fair and honorable -to ridicule a boy, who studies hard and makes good -<span class='pageno' id='Page_240'>240</span>progress, because he happened to make a failure once -in his life, may say ‘Aye.’”</p> - -<p class='c013'>All were silent.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Those who think it base and mean to do so, will -please to say ‘Aye.’”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Again there was a prompt and hearty “Aye!”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, I think there can be but one side to that question,” -continued the teacher. “A boy who has had no -opportunity to study, ought not to be blamed for his -ignorance; and one who studies diligently, should not -be laughed at if he does not happen to know everything. -These are not dunces. The real dunce is the -scholar who has the ability and the opportunity to -learn, but who will not exercise the one or improve -the other, and so remains ignorant. I can’t blame you -much for laughing at such a boy. He deserves it.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“On the other hand, I do not consider that boy the -most promising who learns his lessons in the shortest -time. Some of you have only to read over a lesson a -few times, and you are ready for recitation; while -others are obliged to work hard over it for an hour or -more before they can master it. Now, if some one -should come in here, and ask me to point out the six -<span class='pageno' id='Page_241'>241</span>most promising scholars among you, I do not know -that I should select one of those lads who commit their -lessons to memory with so little effort; but I <i>do</i> know -that the boy who was laughed at because he failed to -get into the High School would be among the six, and -the others would be boys who, like him, appear to -appreciate the value of knowledge, and make a diligent -use of their school privileges.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I will close,” continued the principal, “by reading -to you a few facts from a magazine I have in my desk, -which go to show that some of the most eminent men -of all ages were remarkable only for dulness in their -youth. Rev. Dr. Channing, at one period of his -youth, says the writer, was considered a dull, plodding -character. At nine years of age, one who afterwards -became a chief justice in this country, was, during a -whole winter, unable to commit to memory the little -poem found in one of our school books, commencing,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c027'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“‘You’d scarce expect one of my age,’ &c.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c028'>Dr. Scott, the commentator, could not compose a theme -when twelve years old; and even at a later age, Dr. -Clark, after incredible effort, failed to commit to -<span class='pageno' id='Page_242'>242</span>memory a poem of a few stanzas only. Wellington, at -the military school, was not brilliant. The teachers of -Linnæus thought he was fit for nothing but a common -mechanic. Sir Isaac Newton ranked very low in -school until the age of twelve. When Samuel Wythe, -the Dublin schoolmaster, attempted to educate Richard -Brinsley Sheridan, he pronounced the boy an ‘incorrigible -dunce.’ The mother of Sheridan fully concurred -in this verdict, and declared him the most stupid of -her sons. Walter Scott had the credit of having the -‘thickest skull in the school,’ though Dr. Blair told the -teacher that many bright rays of future glory shone -through that same ‘thick skull.’ Milton and Swift -were noted for dulness in childhood. The great Isaac -Barrow’s father used to say that, if it pleased God -to take from him any of his children, he hoped it -might be Isaac, as the least promising. Goldsmith -was dull in his youth, and Shakspeare, Gibbon, Davy -and Dryden, do not appear to have exhibited in -their childhood even the common elements of future -success.”</p> -<p class='c013'>The principal now dismissed the school, and the -boys filed out, in military order, at the touch of a bell</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_243'>243</span> - <h2 class='c009'>CHAPTER XV.<br /> <br />LESSONS IN PHYSIOLOGY.</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_2_0_75 c019'>WHISTLER persevered with the drawings which -his teacher had requested him to make; and, -though he was frequently obliged to rub out and -re-draw his lines, he became so much interested in the -work that the idea of being discouraged scarcely -occurred to him. He devoted to it all the time he -could spare out of school, which was not much, now -that he had Clinton to entertain. In two or three -days, however, the drawings were completed; and it -was but the work of an evening to shade the lines with -Indian ink. The next morning the young artist had -the satisfaction of handing them to his teacher, and of -receiving both his thanks and praise for the neat and -faithful manner in which he had executed his commission. -After the opening exercises of the school, while -all the boys were assembled in the large room, the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_244'>244</span>principal remarked that he wished to address a few -words to the scholars before they separated to their -several rooms.</p> - -<div id='i245a' class='figleft id002'> -<img src='images/i245a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>“I have noticed,” he said, “a somewhat prevalent -fault in the school, which I wish to correct now, at the -beginning of the term. Some of you, I perceive, do -not know how to sit or stand properly. It is very -important that you all should acquire this art, or rather -habit. If necessary, you had better neglect your grammar -or arithmetic a little, rather than fail of this -accomplishment. As you sit or stand now, you will be -likely to sit or stand as long as you live. Your bodies -are now growing very fast, and they will grow into -the shape which you accustom them to. If it is a bad -shape, it will be difficult to correct it a few years hence.</p> - -<div id='i245b' class='figright id002'> -<img src='images/i245b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>“The great thing, in sitting, standing and walking, -is <i>erectness</i>. Keep the head up, and the body straight. -Don’t try to hump your backs, nor hang your heads -as though they were too heavy for you. There are -two great objections to the crooked position. One is, it -looks badly; and the other is, it is very injurious -to the body. I consider this subject of so much -importance that I have procured a few drawings to -<span class='pageno' id='Page_245'>245</span>illustrate it, which I shall fasten -upon the wall, where you can all -see them several times every day. -The first two that I shall show -you were executed by Master -William Davenport; and I think -you will all admit that they are -very creditable to him. This -drawing”—and here the principal -held up the first design on this -page—“shows the wrong standing -posture. There are not many of you that cut -quite so bad a figure as that when you -stand up to read, but some of you -resemble it a great deal more than -you ought to. Look at it, and see -how ungainly it appears! How unnatural -it is! Now, just compare it -with this boy”—holding up the other -design. “This is the right position. -It is easy, natural, graceful, and favorable -to health. I wish you all to imitate -it.”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_246'>246</span>The teacher now wrote “<i>wrong</i>” under the first -drawing, and “<i>right</i>” under the other, and then fastened -them upon the wall. He then held up to the -school a large drawing, represented in the following -engraving, and said -“For this drawing, and the mate to it, which I shall -soon show you, I am indebted to Miss Martin.” (This -lady was one of the assistant teachers.) “It shows the -wrong sitting position, and it is a pretty good likeness -of the posture which many of you get into when you -<span class='pageno' id='Page_247'>247</span>are writing and ciphering. Just study that boy’s attitude. -See his head, hanging down as if it were loaded -with lead,—and very likely it is, for he looks like a -dunce! See his cramped and hunched chest, and his -twisted legs! I will label it ‘<i>wrong</i>,’ and fasten it up -here; and as often as you look at it, let it be a -warning to you.</p> - -<div id='i246' class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/i246.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div id='i247' class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/i247.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>“And here, boys,” continued the principal, exhibiting -the above drawing, “you see the right sitting -position. What an improvement it is upon the other -<span class='pageno' id='Page_248'>248</span>position, even if we think only of the looks! But the -effect on the health is far more important than that. -I suppose you all know that the spine, or backbone, is -intended to support the body and keep it erect. It is -one of the most curious contrivances in our bodies. It -is composed of twenty-four small bones, between each -of which there is a piece of cartilage, or gristle, which -we may compare to an India-rubber spring. The -whole makes a strong column, and yet it can be bent -in any direction, and is so elastic or yielding that it -protects the head from jars as completely as the softest -cushion could do it. But the proper position of -this spinal column is the upright one; and it can -never be kept long out of that position without injury. -Look at either of those boys who are in the wrong -position. The spine, you see, must be very crooked. -If they assume that unnatural position often, and -remain in it for a long time, there is danger that -the cartilages or springs in their backbones will -harden where they are compressed, and then they will -always be distorted. Besides, there are certain muscles -in our trunks that sustain the spine. When we -habitually sit or stand in a crooked position, these -<span class='pageno' id='Page_249'>249</span>muscles are severely taxed, and finally lose their -strength, and then we become liable to weakness and -disease. Diseases of the spine are very difficult to -cure. People are sometimes confined to their beds for -ten, twenty, or thirty years by such complaints, before -death comes to their relief.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But the backbone is not the only sufferer from -this bad habit. It crowds the lungs, so that they do -not have room to work. They become contracted; the -chest grows flat and narrow; the stomach and abdomen -are pressed together unnaturally; and, after a while, -you will be unable to take in air enough to give life -and vigor to the blood. Then sores will form in your -lungs; the doctors will tell you that you are in consumption, -and death will begin to knock at your door. -You can easily satisfy yourselves on this point by an -experiment or two. Put yourselves into a crooked -position, and then speak or read aloud a few minutes. -Then do the same thing in an upright position, and see -how much easier it is. Or, you may try to take a full -breath without raising the shoulders, and then do so -giving the shoulders fair play. You will find there is -a right way and a wrong way to breathe, and that you -<span class='pageno' id='Page_250'>250</span>cannot breathe right when you are sitting, standing, -or lying in an unnatural position.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“There is one other bad sitting position to which I -wish to call your attention. It arises from not keeping -the arms on the same level, and is generally caused by -sitting at a table or desk that is too high or too low. -In resting one elbow, you throw up the shoulder on -one side, and depress the other, and the spine is thus -made very crooked. You should keep your shoulders -as level as possible. Heads up, chest erect and -straight, and shoulders square and thrown back—that’s -the true position. Now, boys, you may go to -your rooms, and see if you can put this lesson in -practice.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>A few days after this, Whistler received another -physiological lesson, which made a still deeper impression -upon his mind. It happened in this wise. Ettie -had a beautiful kitten, to which she was very much -attached. It was as white as snow, with the exception -of its feet, and a black spot under its neck. Its fur -was very fine, soft and clean. One afternoon, on -returning from school, Whistler found the kitten asleep -in a little apartment which was devoted to Ettie’s -<span class='pageno' id='Page_251'>251</span>especial use as a play-room. His sister’s playthings -were scattered over the floor, and among them was a -small box in which she kept many of her valuables, -and which she called her work-box. It was made -of mahogany, and the top slid on in a groove. -Thoughtless of everything but fun, Whistler deposited -kitty in the box, and closed the top, chuckling to -himself as he imagined how Ettie would jump when -she returned to her sports and opened pussy’s -prison.</p> - -<p class='c013'>In the evening Ettie searched the house from cellar -to attic for her kitten, but it did not come to her call. -Besides herself, no one was at home but her father -and the domestic, the rest of the family having gone to -hear the band play upon the Common, this being one -of the evenings in which music was provided for the -public at the city’s expense. Ettie, however, would -give neither her father nor the domestic any peace -until they had joined her in the search; and when, -after thoroughly exploring the premises, outdoors and -in, without avail, they told her she must go to bed -without seeing the kitty, she did not yield to their -wishes without some tears, although assured that the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_252'>252</span>little stray-away would doubtless come home in the -morning.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The next morning Ettie was among the first in the -family to arise, and she anxiously resumed her search -for the lost kitten. Whistler heard her from his chamber, -and his intended joke then flashed upon his mind, -almost for the first time since he shut the box upon the -kitten. Hurriedly dressing himself, he went down to -Ettie’s play-room, and found the box just as he left it. -Drawing off the cover, there lay the missing kitten, -cold and stiff in death. It had evidently died of suffocation, -or want of air. The joints of the box were -fitted together with glue, and the top slid on very -snugly, so that it was nearly air-tight.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Whistler felt sad enough at this unexpected issue of -an act of playfulness. His sadness was greatly -increased by the consciousness which flashed upon him -that he was not altogether innocent in the matter. But, -at the same moment, another thought flashed upon his -mind, and that was, that the fate of the kitten need -never be known to any one else. Fortunately he had -said nothing about shutting her up, and it would now -be very easy to dispose of her remains in a private -<span class='pageno' id='Page_253'>253</span>manner. He was not sure but that it would be a kindness -to Ettie to leave her in the dark as to the sad and -untimely fate of her four-footed playmate. Then he -thought of an admonition which his father had often -urged upon him from early childhood. It was this: -“When you accidentally do any mischief, always -promptly confess it, for I can forgive your carelessness -much more easily than your attempt at concealment.” -He had been too faithfully trained to this excellent -rule to disregard it now; and he made up his mind -very quickly what course to pursue. Shutting up the -box, and placing it where Ettie could not get at it, he -went to his father’s chamber door, and knocked. Mr. -Davenport was dressing himself, and admitted him.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Father, I have done some mischief, but I didn’t -mean to,” said Whistler, with some hesitation.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“What now?—some more of your heedlessness?” -inquired his father.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Whistler related his unhappy attempt at a joke, and -its sad sequel.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well,” said his father, when he had finished his -confession, “that was very bright in you, I must confess. -Didn’t you know that cats have lungs, and can’t -<span class='pageno' id='Page_254'>254</span>live without air? What has become of all the physiology -you have learned at school and at home? -Couldn’t you put enough of it in practice to save that -poor kitten’s life?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Whistler was silent. He was almost as much astonished -as his father at his own thoughtlessness, for his -parents had taken unusual pains to impress upon his -mind some of the great laws of health, foremost among -which was the necessity of an abundant supply of pure -air. He could explain the uses of the lungs; he could -name the gases of which air is composed; he knew -that a pair of human lungs need a hogshead of fresh -air every hour, to sustain health; and yet it did not -occur to him that a kitten would suffer, and perhaps -die, if shut up in a box but little larger than itself, and -nearly air-tight.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, it can’t be helped now; but be more careful -hereafter,” added Mr. Davenport.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Had I better tell Sissy the kitten is dead, or would -you say nothing about it to her?” inquired Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, go at once and tell her about it, and don’t -keep her in suspense any longer,” replied his father.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Whistler promptly obeyed, breaking the news as -<span class='pageno' id='Page_255'>255</span>gently as possible to his little sister; but, in spite of -his precautions, she gave vent to a flood of tears, and -refused to be comforted. Poor kitty had one sincere -mourner.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_256'>256</span> - <h2 class='c009'>CHAPTER XVI.<br /> <br />THE PRESTON FAMILY.</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c019'>“MOTHER, may I go over to Ralph Preston’s, -this evening, with Clinton?” asked Whistler, -one day, about the middle of September. “Oscar has -got home, and his cousin Marcus has come with him. -I’ve seen them both. We are going to take Clinton -and Oscar by surprise. Oscar doesn’t know that -Clinton is in town, and Clinton doesn’t know that -Oscar is. There’ll be quite a scene, I guess, when -they come together; you know they used to be pretty -intimate, when Oscar lived down to Brookdale.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Mrs. Davenport readily granted the desired permission; -for, although it was a rule of the house that the -children should never be absent from home after dark -without the consent of one of their parents, the rule -was intended merely to shield them from the moral -<span class='pageno' id='Page_257'>257</span>dangers to which the young are exposed in the streets -of towns after nightfall, and not to debar them from -any proper and innocent amusement.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Whistler and Ralph attended the same school, and, -although there was a difference of two or three years -between their ages,—Ralph being the younger,—they -were intimate friends. There were many excellent -traits in Ralph’s character. Whistler was also on -terms of friendship with the other members of the -family—Alice, Ella and George. Alice was a young -lady of seventeen. Ella has already been introduced -to the reader. George, the youngest, was about nine -years old. With Oscar, who was now half way -between fifteen and sixteen, Whistler had never been -on very good terms. Until within a little more than -a year, they had been classmates in school; but the -character of Oscar, at that time, was not such as -Whistler could admire; and, on the other hand, Oscar -seemed, for some reason known best to himself, to -take a dislike to Whistler, which more than once manifested -itself in blows. For all this, however, Whistler -now cherished no feeling of resentment towards his old -enemy. On the contrary, the shame and suffering -<span class='pageno' id='Page_258'>258</span>which Oscar had brought upon himself, and the desire -and determination he had expressed to reform, warmly -enlisted Whistler’s sympathies in his behalf.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Marcus Page, Oscar’s cousin, who had come to Boston -with him, was about eighteen years old, and lived -in the small town of Highburg, in Vermont. His -mother had agreed to take Oscar into her family, -where he would be under good influences, and secure -from the evil associations and temptations of the city; -and his release from the State Reform School was conditioned -upon this arrangement. Marcus was to spend -a few day in Boston, and then to return to his home, -with Oscar.</p> - -<p class='c013'>When Mr. Davenport came home to tea that evening, -he brought a letter for Clinton. It was from his -mother, and was the first intelligence he had received -from home since his departure. It contained several -items of intelligence which, to him, were of considerable -importance. Dick Sneider, the supposed incendiary, -had at length been arrested, and after a preliminary -examination, had been committed to jail, to -await a trial by jury. Clinton had been summoned -as a witness against him; but, as the trial could not -<span class='pageno' id='Page_259'>259</span>take place for several weeks, he would have an opportunity -to finish his visit before returning. Nor was -Dick the only rogue that had been caught since Clinton -left home. The letter stated that some creature -entered Mr. Preston’s barn, one night, and killed four -geese. A trap was set the next night, and the following -morning it held securely by the paw of the left -fore foot a wild-cat that stood seventeen inches high, -measured three feet in length, and weighed thirty-three -pounds. He was alive, and not in a very -amiable mood, when discovered, but was despatched -by two or three blows with a heavy stick. His skin -had been preserved. “It is the opinion of the folks -here,” continued the letter, “that this was the identical -rascal that made such havoc with your fowls, just -before you left home; but we shall probably never -know for a certainty whether this was so or not. -When we discover a rogue, we are apt to lay upon -him not only his own sins, but many others for which -we can find no owner.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>If Mrs. Davenport entertained any doubt as to the -guilt of the wild-cat in the chicken affair, Clinton did -not. It was as plain to him as day that the feline -<span class='pageno' id='Page_260'>260</span>monster was the real culprit. He had suspected as -much from the first, against his father’s doubts and -ridicule; and now that the presence of such a creature -had been demonstrated, he wanted no further proof. -There was somewhat of a chasm between the two -links of the argument, it is true; but although the -reasoning would hardly be sufficient to hang a man, -Clinton deemed it amply conclusive to condemn a -wild-cat. He exulted quite as much over the conquest -of this midnight marauder, as he did over the capture -of the other and greater rogue mentioned in the letter.</p> - -<p class='c013'>After tea, Clinton went over to Mr. Preston’s house -with his cousin. The “surprise,” when Oscar and -Clinton met, was quite as great, on both sides, as had -been anticipated. They were right glad to see each -other face to face once more; and, although Oscar at -first seemed to feel some restraint, the cordial manner -with which his old comrades received him, put him at -his ease again. From regard to his feelings, no -allusion was made to his past career; but future plans -and hopes were discussed quite freely.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“How do you think you shall like living on a -farm?” inquired Clinton, addressing Oscar.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_261'>261</span>“O, I’ve made up my mind to like it, whether or -no,” was the reply.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“If you stick to that, you will be contented enough,” -said Marcus.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“You won’t have to work very hard this winter, I -suppose,” added Clinton, who remembered that industry -was not one of Oscar’s virtues, when he knew him -in Brookdale.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No,—I’m going to the academy till next spring, -if not longer,” replied Oscar.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Are you?” inquired Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“And I shouldn’t wonder if I had Cousin Marcus -for a teacher, too,” added Oscar.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Why, that would be complete!” said Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes; the trustees want him to be an assistant -teacher this winter, but he hasn’t given them any -answer yet,” continued Oscar.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I should admire to have you for a teacher, I know -I should,” said Ella. “I should expect you would -show me lots of favors.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Perhaps I should,” replied Marcus; “but possibly -they might not be just such favors as you would like. -We had a teacher in our district school, once, who had -<span class='pageno' id='Page_262'>262</span>his wife’s brother for one of his pupils. He was a -large boy, and quite a good sort of a fellow, too; but -he got more whippings than any two boys in the -school. I suppose his brother-in-law thought he must -show him some favors.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But you wouldn’t serve <i>me</i> in that way?” said -Ella.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I should hope not,—nor Oscar, either,” replied -Marcus; “but I must tell you what I told Ronald. -He was quite tickled with the idea of my being -teacher; but I told him that if I showed him any partiality, -it would only be in looking after him a little -sharper than I did after the other scholars.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Then Ronald is going to the academy this winter?” -inquired Mrs. Preston.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, ma’am; he is to commence with the next -term,” replied Marcus.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Ronald,—that’s a queer name!—who is he?” -inquired Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“He’s a little fellow that has lived with us several -years,” replied Marcus. “He is a French Canadian -by birth; but his parents are dead, and mother took -him out of pity, and has brought him up, so far.”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_263'>263</span>“He thinks a great deal of you, doesn’t he?” -inquired Ralph.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“He appears to,” replied Marcus.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“He certainly ought to; your cousin Marcus has -been almost a father to him,” said Mrs. Preston. “He -takes nearly the whole care of him, and has made him -what he is; and I suppose Ronald feels towards him -very much as he would towards a father.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“You give me more credit than belongs to me,” -interposed Marcus. “If it hadn’t been for mother -and Aunt Fanny, I couldn’t have done anything with -him. He was the queerest little fellow you ever saw -when he first came to us. He was full of all sorts of -pranks, and was as wild and untrained as an Indian -child.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Did he talk English?” inquired George.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, after his fashion,” replied Marcus. “His -parents spoke broken English, but French was their -natural tongue.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Does he speak French, too?” inquired Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, he has lost that,” replied Marcus. “When I -began to study French at school, I thought he might -be of some help to me; but I soon found that his -<span class='pageno' id='Page_264'>264</span><i>patois</i>, as they call it, was about as bad as the English -of a raw Irishman. So we thought he might as well -let it go.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Does he speak English well now?” asked Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, yes,—very well,” said Marcus.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“What did you think of him, mother? You saw -him this summer, didn’t you?” inquired Oscar.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, I saw him, and liked him very well,” replied -Mrs. Preston. “He is a bright, intelligent, wide-awake -boy, but a little roguish, I should say.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But, mother, he is a good-hearted and well-meaning -boy,” said Alice, who also had visited Highburg -that summer.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I have no doubt of it,” added Mrs. Preston; “but -for all that he is a little mischievous. I have laughed -a good many times over one scrape he got himself into -while we were there. There are two buildings on the -farm that stand very near together, but do not touch. -There is just about enough space between them for a -cat to walk through. Well, Ronald took it into his -head, one day, to crawl through that narrow space. -So he squeezed himself in, and pretty soon we heard a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_265'>265</span>great outcry in that direction. We all ran out to see -what had happened, and there we found the young -rogue, wedged in so closely between the two buildings -that he couldn’t move an inch, and almost frightened -out of his wits. Marcus got ropes and pries, and we -worked over him about an hour before we got him -out; and then he had to leave a good part of his -clothing behind him. I shall never forget how cheap -he looked when he came out of that place—his jacket -in tatters, his clothes covered with mould and dirt, and -his face as red as a beet.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“He has a faculty for getting himself into such -scrapes,” said Marcus. “Last spring I had some -business at Montpelier, and I took him with me. The -man I wanted to see was an officer of some kind,—a -sheriff, I believe. He wasn’t in when I called at his -place of business, and so I took a newspaper, and sat -down to wait. I didn’t notice what Ronald was about; -but after a few minutes he came to me, with one of his -droll looks, and carrying his hands in a singular manner. -He was handcuffed. I at first thought it was a -good joke, and laughed at it; but I soon found it was -a sorry joke to him, for he couldn’t get the handcuffs -<span class='pageno' id='Page_266'>266</span>off. They had spring locks, and fastened themselves, -but could not be opened without a key. Though they -were too large for his wrists, I found I could not slip -them off without endangering his hands. Pretty soon -a man came in, and he told me that Ronald would -have to wear the handcuffs until I could find their -owner, if it was for a week, as no key would unlock -them but the one that was made for them. This -rather put a damper on Ronald; but, fortunately, the -man came in after a little while. Then I thought I -would carry the joke a little farther; so I pointed to -Ronald, and told him I had got a prisoner for him. -He wanted to know what he had done, and I told him -he had put his hands where he ought not to. ‘Ah, -that’s bad!—that’s bad!’ said he; ‘how much did he -steal?’—‘I didn’t steal anything,’ said Ronald; ‘but I -saw these things, and I thought I’d try them on, and -now I can’t get them off.’ The man saw through the -joke, then, and he got the key and took off the handcuffs.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Ronald isn’t the first boy who has handcuffed -himself,” said Mr. Preston, looking up from one of -several letters which he had been opening and reading -during the preceding conversation. “Here’s a boy, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_267'>267</span>now, who has put himself into worse handcuffs than -Ronald’s, and, what is more, he doesn’t know it; but -any body else can see it plainly enough.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Who is he, father?—what has he done?” inquired -Ralph.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“He is a boy who wants a situation in my store,” -replied Mr. Preston. “I put an advertisement in the -papers for a boy, and these letters are all answers to -it. Here is the advertisement; you may read it -aloud, Ralph, and then those who wish may examine -this reply to it.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Ralph then read as follows:</p> - -<div class='lh'> - -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c029'>“<span class='sc'>Wanted</span>, in a W. I. Goods Store, an active, intelligent -boy, about fourteen years old, who writes a fair hand, is -quick at figures, and whose parents reside in the city. Address, -in handwriting of applicant, ‘W. I. G.,’ at this office.”</p> - -</div> - -<p class='c026'>The letter to which Mr. Preston alluded was then -handed around, and read by all present, eliciting many -amusing comments. The handwriting was cramped, -awkward, and in some parts scarcely legible; the -spelling was quite original; the sentences were run -into each other with an utter contempt for marks of -punctuation; capital letters were withheld and dispensed -<span class='pageno' id='Page_268'>268</span>according to a system not laid down in any of -the books; and the general structure of the composition -indicated an entire ignorance of all rules and -laws of established usage. It read as follows:</p> - -<div class='lh'> - -<div class='c030'>“<span class='sc'>Fall river</span>, sep 14</div> - -<p class='c025'>“Honered sir—i see by the Boston dayly papers -printed in Boston that you want a boy if you do i -think i might answer perhaps i am fifteen old smart -and strong have a good education have ciphered -through adams arithmetic once and took a meddle at -the last righting school——Perhaps you wont Think -so by my righting as i have got a very bad pen i have -had some experience in my unkles grocery and should -staid there if was not so verry dull i think i should like -Boston a great deal Better.</p> - -<p class='c025'>“As for sallary i think 50 ayear besides my -board and cloathes about right the first year i can -come as soon as you want please write to obedient -Servant</p> -<div class='c031'><span class='sc'>John Morrow</span>.”</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c026'>“Sure enough,” said Mrs. Preston, “that boy has -put on handcuffs,—handcuffs of ignorance! If he tells -the truth, he has had some opportunities of getting an -education; but it is very plain that he did not profit by -them. He has put the handcuffs on, and he will have -to wear them, now.”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_269'>269</span>The children insisted upon seeing the letters of the -other applicants, and they were accordingly handed -around, read, and criticised, affording much amusement -to the company. None of them were quite so faulty -as John Morrow’s, though several of them did not do -much credit to the writers. Two or three, however, -were very well expressed, and neatly written. One -of the best read as follows:</p> - -<div class='lh'> - -<div class='c030'>“<span class='sc'>Boston</span>, Sept. 15, 185-.</div> - -<p class='c025'>“<span class='sc'>Dear Sir</span>: I read your advertisement for a -boy, and think I might answer your purpose. I was -fourteen years old last June, and have just left school, -and come to Boston to earn my living. My parents -live in Dracut; but I have two grown-up brothers in -Boston, with whom I live, and who will look after me. -I have the recommendation of my school teacher, and -several other gentlemen, which I will show you if you -wish. If you will try me, I will endeavor to give -satisfaction. You can find me at No. —, —— Street.</p> -<p class='c032'>“Yours, respectfully,</p> -<p class='c033'>“<span class='sc'>Henry E. Hoyt</span>.”</p> - -</div> - -<p class='c026'>“Why, Mr. Preston, I know that boy!” exclaimed -Clinton, as soon as his eye rested upon the above signature; -“and I think he’s a good boy, too.”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_270'>270</span>“Ah!” said Mr. Preston; “what do you know -about him?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I don’t really <i>know</i> much about him,” replied -Clinton; “but I liked his appearance. I got acquainted -with him on the Common, a week or two ago, -and I went up to the top of the State House with him. -He told me he came from Dracut, and lived with his -brothers, and was trying to get a place. This must be -the same boy.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Is that all you know about him?” inquired Mr. -Preston, with a smile.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir,” replied Clinton; “but he <i>looked</i> like a -good boy, and his letter reads well, too. Don’t you -think so?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes,” replied Mr. Preston; “and, as you were so -well impressed by him, I think I will see him, at any -rate, before I engage a boy.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“And if he gets the place, he must thank you for it, -Clinton,” said Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, it will be owing to his writing such a good -letter,” replied Clinton. “If he had made such a -bungling piece of work as that other boy did, I -wouldn’t have owned him as an acquaintance.”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_271'>271</span>Thus the evening passed away in pleasant conversation, -and all seemed sorry when the stroke of the -clock announced the hour at which Whistler and his -cousin were obliged to leave.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_272'>272</span> - <h2 class='c009'>CHAPTER XVII.<br /> <br />A WATER EXCURSION.</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c019'>THE next Saturday Whistler came home from -school in great haste, at noon, and informed his -mother that several of his young associates were going -to get a sailboat and take a cruise in the harbor, -immediately after dinner, and had invited him to go -with them. Each boy was to pay a small sum for the -use of the boat, the amount of which assessment would -depend upon the number in the party. Whistler was -quite anxious to go with them, and he knew Clinton -would be, also, although he had not been able to find -him since school was dismissed. The day was calm -and pleasant, the boys who were going were of good -character, several of them understood managing a -boat, and they could not help having a good time. -Such was Whistler’s story.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_273'>273</span>But his mother was not at all pleased with the -project. She did not consider it safe for a party of -such boys to venture upon the water, without a man -capable of managing the boat. Whistler argued and -pleaded, but could not change her mind. She finally -told him that she should not give her consent to his -going, and wished he would abandon the idea; but -added that, if he was very anxious to go, he might ask -his father’s permission, and if it was granted she -should say nothing more about it.</p> - -<p class='c013'>As Mr. Davenport generally dined down town -when business was pressing, Whistler started at once -for his office. He found his father deeply engaged -with several gentlemen, and some time elapsed before -he could get even a look from him. After a while the -busy lawyer stepped aside, and, telling his son to -“speak quick,” listened to his request. He asked a -question or two about the boys who were going, and, -taking a handful of change from his pocket, gave -Whistler enough to pay for himself and Clinton, and -told him they might go with the party.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Whistler hastened home, and informed his mother -of his success; but she kept her promise, and said -<span class='pageno' id='Page_274'>274</span>nothing about the matter, although he tried hard to -draw from her some modification of her judgment. -Soon one of the boys who was getting up the party -called to see whether Whistler was going. For a -moment he was in doubt what reply to make. He -could not consult Clinton, who had not yet returned. -He wanted to go very much, but he did not wish to -set at defiance the known wishes of his mother. He -soon, however, made up his mind what to do. After a -short but severe struggle in his mind, he told the boy -that he should not go. When Clinton came in, and was -informed of the affair, he appeared to be satisfied with -Whistler’s decision, though it was no less a disappointment -to him than to his cousin.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, boys, you have got back in good season -from your excursion,” said Mr. Davenport, when he -came home from his business that afternoon.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“We didn’t go,” replied Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Didn’t go!—how happened that?” inquired his -father.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Mother didn’t want us to go, and so I thought we -had better give it up,” replied Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“That was a good reason,—a very good reason,” -<span class='pageno' id='Page_275'>275</span>said his father. “On the whole, I think your mother -was about right. It isn’t safe for a lot of boys to go -on the water alone; and I was sorry, five minutes -afterwards, that I consented to your going.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>There the matter dropped; but the regard Whistler -had manifested for his mother’s wishes was not forgotten -by either of his parents. It was talked over -when they were alone, and it was determined to -reward him in some way for his self-denying decision. -The next Monday his mother had the pleasure of -informing him that the whole family were going to -sail in the harbor the following Wednesday, which -was his birthday. Mr. Davenport had chartered a -fine yacht<a id='r3' /><a href='#f3' class='c020'><sup>[3]</sup></a> for the occasion. Whistler had liberty to -invite the Preston children, and also Marcus, to go -with them; and several other invitations were likewise -to be extended.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f3'> -<p class='c021'><span class='label'><a href='#r3'>3</a>. </span>Pronounced <span class='fss'>YOT</span>.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c013'>Whistler lost no time in spreading the news of this -arrangement among those who were interested. He -learned that Marcus and Oscar had intended to start -for Vermont on the day of the proposed excursion; -<span class='pageno' id='Page_276'>276</span>but they were easily persuaded to postpone their -journey for one day, for the sake of joining the party. -Ella and her brothers, Ralph and George, only awaited -their father’s consent to give the invitation a cordial -acceptance. Indeed, so impatient were they, that -Ralph proceeded at once to his father’s store, and -obtained the desired permission. Clinton and Whistler -went with him, and the first-named had the gratification -of meeting his chance acquaintance, Henry -Hoyt, who had that morning entered upon the service -of Mr. Preston. Henry was not a little surprised to -find that there was so close a connection between his -courtesy to a fellow stranger and the success of his -application for a situation.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Wednesday came, and Whistler was fourteen years -old. The accustomed birthday present from his -parents, which had never failed him within his recollection, -was found upon his table when he awoke. It -was a plain but highly-polished rosewood box, filled -with implements and materials for drawing. Everything -that a young artist could desire in the pursuit of -his favorite study was here to be found, neatly secured -in its own place. Whistler was delighted with the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_277'>277</span>gift, and assured his parents that they could not possibly -have selected a present that would have pleased -him better.</p> - -<p class='c013'>After breakfast, active preparations were made for -the excursion; and promptly, at the hour appointed, -all of the company invited were assembled upon the -wharf where the yacht lay. The “Echo,” as she was -called, was rigged as a sloop,—that is, she had but one -mast, and a bowsprit. She was of about twenty-five -tons burden, and looked quite small by the side of the -huge ships of ten or twelve hundred tons which surrounded -and overshadowed her. While these leviathans -towered high above the wharves, the modest -Echo sat so low in the water that the party had to go -down a ladder to reach her deck. She was a neat, -trim, and graceful craft, however, and everything -about her was scrupulously clean. A blue pennant -was flying from her masthead.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The party seated themselves in the stern of the -yacht, where they found very good accommodations, -while the skipper and his two men—who constituted -the whole crew—took their positions forward. Having -cast off their lines, they hoisted the jib, and began -<span class='pageno' id='Page_278'>278</span>to push out from the wharf. Both the wind and tide -were contrary, and it required some nautical skill to -get out into the stream. Once clear from the wharf, -the first thing they did was to run into a small row-boat, -and the next was to thump against the side of a -large steamboat which lay at the opposite wharf. No -harm was done, however; and, after a few unintelligible -orders from the skipper,—who had now taken -his post at the helm,—they swung clear of every -obstacle, the mainsail was hoisted, and they were -under way.</p> - -<div id='i279' class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i279.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>The wind being in an easterly direction, the yacht -was obliged to “beat out,” as it is called; that is, -instead of taking a direct course for the outer harbor, -she had to sail in zigzag lines, approaching very gradually -towards the point to which she was bound. The -first “tack,” as the sailors term the course of a ship -when beating against the wind, took the Echo close to -the shore of East Boston. A large steamship, just -arrived from Europe, was entering her berth; and, at -the request of several of the party, the captain of the -yacht sailed up to within a few yards of her, giving all -on board a fine opportunity to inspect the huge and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_281'>281</span>stately leviathan. What an impression of strength -and beauty, of gigantic power and indescribable grace, -did they derive, as they gazed up from their frail and -tiny craft upon the towering walls of this ocean monster! -A crowd was assembled upon the wharf, awaiting -the landing of the passengers; and several small -boats were hovering around, drawn thither, probably, -like the Echo, by curiosity. Altogether, it was a very -lively and interesting scene. After sailing slowly by -the steamship, the Echo was put upon a new tack, -heading towards the opposite side of the stream. In -taking these tacks from one side to the other, considerable -skill was required to steer clear of the numerous -vessels of all sorts that were lying in the course of the -yacht.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Beautiful!” “charming!” “splendid!” were exclamations -that frequently arose above the general -buzz of conversation, in the stern, as the Echo glided -smoothly over the waters. Nor were these extravagant -terms; for a sail down Boston harbor, on such a -day, and in such a craft, is one of the pleasantest -excursions that can be imagined. But, while some of -the party were enjoying the beautiful views that -<span class='pageno' id='Page_282'>282</span>presented themselves, others, and especially the boys, -were engaged in watching their boat, and in examining -its various appointments.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“What queer seats these are! What is the object -of making them in that shape?” inquired Clinton, as -he examined a stool that was shaped somewhat like an -hour-glass, and was made of tin, and painted, with the -name of the yacht inscribed upon it.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“That is a life-preserver, as well as a stool,” replied -Whistler. “If any one should fall overboard, they -would throw him one of these stools, and that would -keep his head above water till they could get him -out.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Now, look out for your heads, ladies, if you -please!” said the captain, as he was about to swing the -boom around to the other side of the boat, for the -purpose of changing the tack.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No matter about the gentlemen’s heads!” said -Whistler; and, suiting the action to the word, he sat -upright until the boom came upon him, and then, dodging -it a little too late, it took his hat from his head, -and, but for a quick movement on his part, would have -sent it whirling into the water.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_283'>283</span>“If you had sat still a moment longer, Willie, we -might have had an opportunity to experiment with -one of these life-preservers,” said Marcus.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I know it,” replied Whistler; “and I’m not going -to stay here and be knocked round in this way! -Come, boys, let’s go down into the cabin.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>Several of the party accepted Whistler’s invitation. -The cabin occupied the middle part of the boat. Of -course it was a rather small apartment; but, for all -that, there was a good deal in it. Every available -inch of room was fully improved. It was only about -five feet high,—not high enough to allow Marcus and -Oscar to stand up straight. A permanent table ran -nearly the whole length, with leaves that dropped -down when not in use. There was a raised edge -around the table, to keep the dishes from sliding off -when the sea is rough. The mast came up through -the table, but was handsomely paneled, and, but for -its decided slant, might have passed for a pillar. A -castor and a basket full of tumblers were hanging over -the table, and benches were placed on each side of it.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The cabin was also fitted up with berths, very much -like the one which Whistler occupied on board the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_284'>284</span>steamboat, on his journey to Brookdale. There were -four of them on each side, and they were furnished -with neat white bedding. Under each berth there -was a locker, for stowing away clothing, &c. The -cabin was lighted by the doorway, and by a skylight, -which was raised a little above the level of the deck.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Forward of the cabin, and connected with it by a -door, was the cook-room. It contained a cooking-stove, -with a bright brass railing around the top, to -keep things in their places. The funnel went up -through the deck. A man was kindling a fire, and as -the room seemed too small to hold two at once, the -boys did not go in.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Returning to the deck, the boys found that they -were off Fort Independence (Castle Island), distant a -little more than two miles from the city. The view -was now very fine. The numerous islands of the -harbor began to appear, and glimpses of the ocean -were obtained between their green and sunny slopes. -Several vessels, availing themselves of a favorable -wind, were entering the port in gallant style. Among -them was a noble ship, returning from a distant -voyage. But few of her sails were spread, yet she -<span class='pageno' id='Page_285'>285</span>dashed through the waters with such grace and speed -that the boys could not refrain from giving her three -cheers as she passed their boat. The compliment was -promptly returned by the sailors.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The next object of interest that the Echo passed -was the Long Island Light, distant about five miles -from the city. The air was now growing uncomfortably -cool, and the captain brought up from the cabin a -quantity of shawls, hoods, old hats, &c., which he said -he kept expressly for company. They were gratefully -accepted; and the sudden outward transformation -which the party underwent, furnished no little food for -merriment.</p> - -<p class='c013'>At noon, the captain invited the company to take -something to eat. On descending to the cabin, they -found the table spread with a variety of eatables. -There were boiled ham, and tongue, and eggs; pies, -crackers, and bread; sardines, olives, and pickles; hot -coffee and tea, and genuine Cochituate, fresh, not from -the pipes, but from an ice-tank. There is nothing like -snuffing the sea air to give one an appetite; and the -plain, substantial fare disappeared very rapidly from the -table. Before the meal was concluded, however, Ella -<span class='pageno' id='Page_286'>286</span>and one or two others left the table rather suddenly. -Oscar, who was more of a sailor than any of the rest, -rallied his sister on her prompt acknowledgment of the -claims of Neptune; but she protested that she did not -feel at all sick. Very possibly she would, though, had -she remained below a little longer. The fresh air -revived her, and the slight nausea she began to -experience in the cabin soon passed away.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The Echo was now seven miles out, but had, in -reality, sailed twenty-five miles in making that distance. -The broad ocean was in full view, studded with sails, -and the sea was much rougher than it was before -dinner. A large steamship was soon discovered, -threading its way out from among the islands. It was -watched with much interest by all, and as it passed -near them they had a good view of it. It proved to -be a screw steamer; that is, instead of paddle-wheels -on the sides, the power was applied to a propeller -under the ship’s keel. She presented a noble and substantial -appearance as she sailed down the harbor, -impelled by an invisible power, and seemed strong -enough to withstand any shock that she might encounter -on the ocean. A clipper ship, outward bound, also -<span class='pageno' id='Page_287'>287</span>passed near them, having most of her canvas spread, -and was an object of scarcely less interest than the -steamship.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The yacht was now approaching George’s Island, -where the party had decided to land. This island, -which is the key to the outer harbor, commanding the -open sea, belongs to the United States, and contains -one of the most extensive and costly fortifications in -the country. The fortress, however, is in an unfinished -state. As they drew near to the island, they found -that it was surrounded by a sea wall, composed of -immense blocks of granite. This is necessary, to -prevent the washing away of the island in the furious -storms which sweep over the coast. The winds and -waves have made sad inroads upon the islands in -the harbor, even within the memory of many now -living. It is said that the breakers now roll where -large herds of cattle were pastured seventy-five years -ago.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Having landed at the wharf, the party walked up -towards the fort, which is named after General Warren. -Immense walls of granite, of the purest quality -and smoothest finish, towered above them. On the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_288'>288</span>top of the walls were banks of earth, neatly sodded. -The road led them to a substantial stone gateway, which -was open, and they accordingly entered it. They now -found themselves in a narrow passageway, with high -walls on either side. There were many long and narrow -openings in the walls, through which muskets -could be fired, should an enemy succeed in landing, -and try to take the fort. An invading force, hemmed -in by the walls, would receive a dreadful raking from -these loopholes before they could get inside of the -fortress.</p> - -<p class='c013'>On reaching the interior of the fortification they -found themselves in a large area. The captain of the -yacht, who acted as their guide, informed them that -twelve acres were enclosed, and three more were occupied -by the walls. There were several workshops -and a large dwelling-house within the enclosure. As -they were examining the fine specimens of masonry -which the walls presented, a gentleman wearing the -uniform of an army officer came up to them, and politely -offered to show them over the fortress. His -offer was gratefully accepted.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“We will first ascend the parapets, if you please,” -<span class='pageno' id='Page_289'>289</span>said the officer, leading the way towards a long flight -of stone steps.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Work seems to be suspended here,” remarked Mr. -Davenport, as they passed several ox-carts that were -covered with rust.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir,” replied the officer; “the appropriation -is exhausted, and nothing has been done here for -several months.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“This place will have cost Uncle Sam some money, -when it is finished,” continued Mr. Davenport.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Something over a million of dollars, probably,” -replied the officer.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, perhaps it will be worth that money, in case -of war,” said Mr. Davenport; “but it strikes me that -fighting is a pretty costly business.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, what a splendid view!” was the general exclamation, -as the party reached the top of the parapet.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“You perceive that the whole harbor is completely -commanded by the fort,” continued the officer. “Here, -within a pistol shot, is the main channel, through which -all large vessels must pass as they enter or leave the -harbor. If an enemy’s ship were to try to pass here, -after the fort is mounted, we could bring from a hundred -<span class='pageno' id='Page_290'>290</span>to a hundred and fifty guns to bear upon her, at -the same time, at any point.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>They continued their walk upon the top of the parapet -for some minutes, enjoying the fine view to be had -on every side. It is here that the heaviest guns are -designed to be placed, in the open air. Large square -stones are set for the guns to rest upon, and semi-circular -ones for the gun carriages to traverse. There -is also a wall, behind which the men can hide.</p> - -<p class='c013'>On descending from the parapet, the officer unlocked -a door, and, through a rather gloomy passage, led them -into the interior of the fortress. Here they wandered -for a quarter of an hour through a labyrinth of massive -masonry, gazing with wonder at the solid walls, -the arched stone roof, and the long series of rooms -connected by doors. They found but one gun mounted, -but that served to illustrate the principle on -which the cannon are intended to work. The port-holes -are so shaped that the guns are allowed a wide -range, and yet there is little room for shot to enter -from without. They have an inner and an outer flare, -being narrowest in the centre of the wall. That part -of the carriage farthest from the muzzle has a sideway -<span class='pageno' id='Page_291'>291</span>motion, so that the gun may be readily pointed in any -direction required. The fort will mount about three -hundred guns.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Besides the gun-rooms there are a large number -of other apartments, to which the party were introduced. -Some of them are intended for ante-rooms, -into which the soldiers may retire. They have fireplaces, -and will doubtless wear an air of comfort and -cheerfulness when finished and furnished. Other -apartments, designed as parlors for the officers, are -still more expensively finished. There are also kitchens, -sleeping-rooms, magazines, cells for prisoners, &c.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“This must be one of the finest fortresses in the -country,” said Mr. Davenport, as they came out once -more into the open air.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir, it is,” replied the officer. “It is impregnable -from sea; but, if it could be attacked by land, it -might be blown to pieces, after a while. No masonry -is solid enough to be proof against efficient land batteries,—that -was proved at Sebastopol.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well,” said Mr. Davenport, “the worst wish I -have for Uncle Sam is that he may never have occasion -to use this immense fortress.”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_292'>292</span>“I heartily join you in that wish, in spite of my -profession,” replied the officer; and he then politely -took leave of them.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Warmly thanking their guide for his attentions, the -party hastened to their boat, and were soon on their -way back. The wind had died away, and their -progress homeward was not very rapid. The skipper -evidently felt somewhat concerned for the credit of his -craft. He declared that she was a swift sailer; but -nothing, he said, could sail without wind, or in the face -of a stiff breeze. His equanimity seemed to be still -more seriously disturbed when a large schooner, with -a great spread of canvas, came up behind him, and -began to gain upon the Echo. He kept a sharp eye -upon the intruder, as he evidently regarded her; and -when she passed the Echo to the windward, instead of -the leeward, he could no longer restrain his disgust, -but remarked to Mr. Davenport, with some warmth:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“A fellow that’ll do that is no gentleman!”</p> - -<p class='c013'>A puzzled look from several of the ladies, who did -not understand the nature of the offence, recalled him -to a sense of his dignity, and he was soon as gallant -and as good-natured as usual. In justice to him, it -<span class='pageno' id='Page_293'>293</span>should be remarked that the schooner, by going to the -windward, had taken the wind out of his sails, which -is not considered a very courteous act among sailors.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The party reached the wharf in safety, and all -declared that they never spent a pleasanter day than -in their trip down the harbor.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_294'>294</span> - <h2 class='c009'>CHAPTER XVIII.<br /> <br />LAST DAY OF THE VISIT.</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c019'>CLINTON remained in Boston about six weeks, or -until the middle of October. During that time he -made himself pretty well acquainted with the city, and -visited all the objects of interest in and around it. At -length the last day of his sight-seeing was over, his -valise was packed, and he sat down with his uncle’s -family for the last time. It was a cool evening, and a -fire in the grate sent out a cheerful warmth. His -uncle sat near the table, reading the evening newspaper. -His aunt was busy with her needle. Whistler -was conning his next morning’s lesson, and Ettie -was showing to kitty the pictures in one of her books, -while Bouncer was asleep upon the mat. Clinton -alone sat idle; but he was not wholly unoccupied. -His thoughts were busy, and a feeling of sadness was -<span class='pageno' id='Page_295'>295</span>stealing over him as the hour of his departure drew -near.</p> - -<p class='c013'>After a while Mr. Davenport laid his paper aside, -and Whistler took it up. He glanced over one of its -columns with some care, and then said:</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No news from the Susan yet; you will have to go -home without Jerry, Clinton.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>The Susan was the brig in which Jerry Preston -sailed. She was now expected at Boston; and the -boys had looked daily in the newspapers for the intelligence -of her arrival. Clinton had some hope that -Jerry would get back in season to return with him to -Brookdale; but in this he was disappointed.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, Whistler, what have you learned to-day?” -inquired Mr. Davenport,—a question which he frequently -addressed to his son, in the evening.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Let me see,” replied Whistler, slowly. “O, I’ve -learned which are the three hardest words to pronounce -in the English language.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Ah! what are they?” inquired his father.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“They are, <i>‘I was mistaken</i>,’” replied Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“What is there so very hard to pronounce about -them?” inquired his father, with affected simplicity.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_296'>296</span>“It isn’t the words that are hard,—it’s the <i>sentiment</i>,” -replied Whistler. “Our teacher told us that -some great man once said those were the three hardest -words to pronounce in the English language. He told -us, besides, of a great general who was defeated in -battle, and who sat down and wrote to the senate: ‘I -have just lost a great battle, and it was entirely my -own fault.’ He said that confession displayed more -greatness than a victory.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“That is very true,” added Mr. Davenport. “But -have you learned to pronounce the words yourself? -If you have, you have learned something worth -knowing.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I don’t know,” replied Whistler, with some hesitation.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“The item of knowledge you have picked up -to-day,” continued his father, “will not be of much -benefit to you, unless you make a practical use of it. -Your teacher, I suppose, wished to teach you the duty -of confessing your errors. That is one of the hardest -things a man ever has to do. It takes a brave man to -confess that he has done wrong, or has embraced -wrong opinions.”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_297'>297</span>“I’ve learned another thing to-day,” continued -Whistler; “I’ve learned how much meanness there is -in the world.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Ah, you <i>have</i> made an important acquisition!” said -his father. “I’ve lived in the world forty years, and -I haven’t begun to find out all its meanness yet.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, if I haven’t found it all out, I’ve found -enough,” resumed Whistler. “This was the way it -happened. Two or three boys of our class came to -me, this morning, and wanted me to sign a petition -asking the teacher to give us shorter lessons. About -a dozen boys had signed it, but they wanted me to put -my name before theirs, at the head of the petition, -because I was one of the oldest boys. As soon as I -found what it was for, I told them I didn’t think our -lessons were too long, and I shouldn’t sign it. Then -they all set upon me, and coaxed and flattered as hard -as they could. They said they were so sure that I -would sign it that they had left a place for my name, -and that I should have more influence with the master -than they, &c., &c. And when they found that that -wouldn’t work, then they tried to bully me into it. -Nat Clapp said I needn’t pretend to be a better -<span class='pageno' id='Page_298'>298</span>scholar than the rest of them, for I had as hard work -to get my lessons as any body did. Jo Clark said I -wouldn’t sign it because they didn’t consult me about -it before they got it up. Bill Morehead said I didn’t -dare to sign it. I told him I dared to refuse to sign -it, and I thought that was more than some of them -could say. But I can’t tell you half what they said. -I got real provoked at last. I should like to know if -I hadn’t as good a right <i>not</i> to sign that petition as any -of them had to sign it? What business had they to -say my motives were bad, because I didn’t please to -do just as they wanted me to?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“How much boys are like men!” quietly remarked -his father.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But you didn’t sign the petition after all, did -you?” inquired Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“No, that I didn’t,” replied Whistler; “and I was -glad enough of it, too, this afternoon. They couldn’t -get but about a third of the class to sign it, and they -left it on the teacher’s desk this noon. He didn’t say -anything about it till just as school was about to be dismissed -at night. Then he told the scholars that he had -received a petition for shorter lessons from a portion -<span class='pageno' id='Page_299'>299</span>of the first class. He said the request was not only -unreasonable, but the petition was disrespectful in -tone, and he considered it insulting. He said most of -the boys who had signed it were the idlest fellows in -the class, and, he supposed, they would like it better -if he would give them no lessons at all. But, he said, -there were one or two names on the petition that he -was surprised to see there. He talked pretty hard to -them, I can tell you. He said every boy that had put -his name to it deserved to be called out and punished; -but he concluded to let them off, this time, with merely -reading their names aloud to the school. So he read -off the list; and if some of the fellows didn’t feel -cheap enough, then I’m no judge, that’s all!”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Did any body sign it that I know, except Nat?” -inquired Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, there was one other boy that you know; but -I shan’t tell you who he is,” replied Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Clinton did not feel much curiosity in the matter, -and did not press the inquiry. The boy referred to -was Ralph Preston, who had thoughtlessly yielded to -the solicitations of his comrades, and affixed his name -to the petition, without noticing that it was not couched -<span class='pageno' id='Page_300'>300</span>in respectful terms. He felt the public reprimand of -the act very keenly; and Whistler, out of friendship -for him, kindly abstained from giving any further -notoriety to his error.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Well, Clinton,” said Mr. Davenport, after a short -pause, “you’ve explored our city pretty thoroughly,—now -let us have your judgment upon it. What do -you think of it, on the whole?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O, I like it very well!” replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“That is rather faint praise,” observed his uncle.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I like some things very much,” continued Clinton, -“and others I don’t like so well.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“On the whole, don’t you feel quite willing to go -back to the country?” inquired his aunt.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I don’t know but I do,” replied Clinton, with some -hesitation.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I see you haven’t wholly given up the idea of -being a merchant, yet,” remarked his uncle.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“O no, sir, I wasn’t thinking of that!” replied Clinton. -“But I should like to enjoy some of the opportunities -that boys have here,—good schools, and -plenty of books, and lectures, and everything else.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“These privileges or opportunities are very valuable, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_301'>301</span>I know,” added Mr. Davenport; “but, after all, -don’t you know that the making of a man is not in -opportunities, but in himself? If you determine to -be a man, the lack of opportunities will not keep you -back. You will work and struggle till you have overcome -every obstacle. On the other hand, if you -haven’t this strong will within, all the opportunities -in the world won’t make a man of you. Indeed, -there is such a thing as having too much assistance. -If you set out a tree, and keep forever handling it, and -scratching about it, and trying to help it grow, it won’t -come to much. It needs a little wholesome neglect to -teach it to take care of itself. So, if a man wants to -produce a strong, rugged character, he mustn’t go into -a hothouse to do it. Such a thing won’t grow there. -So far as I can judge, Clinton, you are doing very well -with your present opportunities. Make the most of -them, and I think you will get along as well as most -boys in the city, to say the least.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“But I don’t have much time to study,” added -Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Many men have stored their minds with valuable -information,” continued his uncle, “in odd moments -<span class='pageno' id='Page_302'>302</span>snatched from their labors. Two of the most learned -men, in many respects, that I ever met with, did this. -One of them is Elihu Burritt, the ‘Learned Blacksmith,’ -who acquired more languages at the anvil than -I can remember the names of. The other is Charles -C. Frost, of Brattleboro’, Vermont, who deserves to be -called the ‘Learned Shoemaker.’ I must read you a -short account of Mr. Frost, to show you what can be -done in <i>one hour a day</i>.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>So saying, Mr. Davenport took down a volume from -the bookcase, and read as follows:</p> - -<div class='lh'> - -<p class='c024'>“At fourteen years of age, Mr. Frost left school, -and commenced learning the trade of a shoemaker. -He worked as an apprentice in his father’s shop seven -years, when he shortly after became interested in the -business of making and vending shoes, in a neat and -tasteful shoe store, on his own account. He early -evinced a love of mathematical science, and has displayed -talents of no ordinary character in its pursuit. -He says, in a letter which I have received from him: -‘I early imbibed a love of study. I recollect my first -acquisitions were in Arithmetic, and that the results -gave me the highest pleasure. When I excelled other -boys in the school, my progress was attributed by -them to some peculiar mathematical talent. But it -<span class='pageno' id='Page_303'>303</span>was not so. I boast of no genius. I attribute my -success uniformly to more study than others gave their -lessons or work, and, perhaps, to a greater <i>love</i> of -study.’ Mr. Frost has found time, not only to become -master of all existing forms of algebraic numbers, but -is also familiarly and thoroughly acquainted with -Geometry, Trigonometry and Astronomy. He is at -home in the Modern Calculus and in the Principia of -Newton, where few of our learned professors venture, -or feel at ease. Indeed, in mathematical science he -has made so great attainments that it is doubtful -whether there can be found ten mathematicians in the -United States who are capable, in case of his own -embarrassment, of lending him any relief. Remember -that we are speaking of a self-taught scholar, and he -no genius. Let me tell you how it was done. He -says: ‘When I went to my trade, at fourteen years of -age, I formed a resolution, which I have kept till now,—extraordinary -preventives only excepted,—that I -would faithfully devote <i>one hour each day</i> to study, in -some useful branch of knowledge.’ Here is the secret -of his success. He is now forty-five years of age, and -is a married man, the father of three children; yet this -<i>one-hour</i> rule accompanies him to this day. ‘The first -book which fell into my hands,’ he says, ‘was Hutton’s -Mathematics, an English work of great celebrity, -a complete mathematical course, which I then commenced,—namely, -at fourteen. I finished it at nineteen, -without an instructor. I then took up those -<span class='pageno' id='Page_304'>304</span>studies to which I could apply my knowledge of Mathematics, -as Mechanics and Mathematical Astronomy. I -think I can say that I possess, and have successfully -studied, <i>all</i> the most approved English and American -works on these subjects.’ After this, he commenced -Natural Philosophy and Physical Astronomy. Then -Chemistry, Geology, and Mineralogy, collecting and -arranging a cabinet. ‘Next Natural History,’ he says, -‘engaged my attention, which I followed up with close -observations, gleaning my information from a great -many sources. The works that treat of them at large -are rare and expensive. But I have a considerable -knowledge of Geology, Ornithology, Entomology, and -Conchology.’ Not only this; he has added to his stores -of knowledge the whole science of Botany, one of the -most extensive now pursued, and has made himself -completely master of it. He has made actual extensive -surveys, in his own state, of the trees, shrubs, -herbs, ferns, mosses, lichens, and fungi. Mr. Frost -thinks that he may possess the <i>third</i> best collection of -ferns in the United States. He has also turned his -attention to Meteorology, and devotes much of his time, -as do also Olmstead, Maury, Redfield, Smith, Loomis, -Mitchell, and many others, to acquire a knowledge of -the law of storms, and the movements of the erratic -and extraordinary bodies in the air and heavens. He -has also been driven to the study of Latin, and reads -it with great freedom. He has read and owns most -of the gifted poets, and is, to a considerable extent, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_305'>305</span>familiar with History; while his miscellaneous reading -has been very extensive. He says of his books: ‘I -have a library, which I divide into three departments,—scientific, -religious, literary,—comprising the standard -works published in this country, containing five or -six hundred volumes. I have purchased these books, -from time to time, with money saved for the purpose -by some small self-denials.’</p> - -<p class='c025'>“Here, then, we have an account—I assure you it -is wholly reliable—of one, a plain man of forty-five, -who has made the compass, so to speak, of the hill of -science, studying his <span class='fss'>HOUR</span> a day, when the day’s labor -was done, for more than thirty consecutive years. He -began this one-hour system when he was fourteen -years old. Behold the result! Here is a man with -the cares, business, and responsibilities of life on his -hands, yet a devoted, faithful, successful student; a -man who is a profound scholar, and yet a plain-spoken, -humble, pious, laboring man, residing still in his native -village, far inland, supporting himself by his trade -and daily labor, while he is worthy of a position as a -teacher in one of the best institutions of learning in -the land.”<a id='r4' /><a href='#f4' class='c020'><sup>[4]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='fn c034'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f4'> -<p class='c035'><span class='label'><a href='#r4'>4</a>. </span>“Dreams and Realities in the Life of a Pastor and -Teacher.” 1856.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c026'>“There,” resumed Mr. Davenport, closing the book, -“you see what a man can do in only one hour a day, -diligently improved. Don’t you think you might -<span class='pageno' id='Page_306'>306</span>manage to devote that amount of time to study, -Clinton?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir, I suppose I could,” replied Clinton.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Do you suppose every body could learn as much -as Mr. Frost knows, if they should try as hard?” -inquired Whistler.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“I suppose any man of fair natural powers, who -should study as earnestly and perseveringly as he did, -would be about as successful,” replied Mr. Davenport. -“But, after all, we must aim at something higher than -success. We cannot all be great, or learned, or rich, -or eloquent; but we can all be what is better,—we -can be good men and women. Indeed, without a good -character, all other gifts and acquirements only make -a man the more dangerous. And character, you know, -is formed by little and little. It is the result of a great -multitude of little thoughts, and acts, and emotions, all -spun together into a complete fabric. Did you ever -go into a ropewalk, Clinton?”</p> - -<p class='c013'>“Yes, sir; Willie and I went through the ropewalk -in the Navy Yard,” replied Clinton.</p> - -<div id='i307' class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/i307.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>“Well,” resumed his uncle, “the process of making -character is something like making a cable. First, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_307'>307</span>there are the little fine fibres of hemp; a great mass -of these, twisted together, become yarn; several yarns -make a strand; three strands make a rope; and three -ropes make a small cable. A fibre of hemp is a very -small and weak affair; but twist enough of them -together, and they will hold the largest ship in the -gale. So the little trifling acts and habits of the child -seem very insignificant; but, by-and-by, when they -<span class='pageno' id='Page_308'>308</span>are spun into character, they will become as strong as -cables. Look out now, boys, and see that the little -fibres, and yarns, and strands, are all right; and in -due time the great ropes and cables will appear, and -will hold the anchor fast, when you are overtaken by -the storms of life.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“There, I have spun you out quite a speech; and a -pretty eloquent one, too!—eh, Whistler? Well, the -fact is, I’ve been addressing a jury this afternoon, and -I haven’t had time to shake the kinks of oratory out -of my tongue, yet. Ettie, darling, did my fine speech -put you to sleep? Never mind,—don’t disturb her. -We shall have to follow her example before long, if -we mean to see Clinton off in the morning.”</p> - -<p class='c013'>The family retired at an early hour; and the next -morning Clinton bade them good-by, and set out for -Brookdale.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c002'> - <div>THE END.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_309'>309</span><span class='xlarge'><span class="blackletter">New and Popular Series for Boys and Girls.</span></span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c012' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div>THE AIMWELL STORIES;</div> - <div class='c001'>A SERIES OF VOLUMES, ILLUSTRATIVE OF YOUTHFUL CHARACTER,</div> - <div>AND COMBINING INSTRUCTION WITH AMUSEMENT.</div> - <div class='c001'>BY WALTER AIMWELL,</div> - <div class='c001'>Author of “The Boy’s Own Guide,” “Boy’s Book of Morals and Manners,” &c.</div> - <div class='c001'>WITH NUMEROUS ILLUSTRATIONS.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c012' /> -<p class='c013'>The volumes will contain about 300 pages, 16mo, each, bound in cloth, with gilt -backs. 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It will improve your knowledge and amuse you during long -winter nights.—<i>Methodist Prot.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>It is worth much more than many a larger and more pretentious volume, -for giving a daguerreotype of things abroad.—<i>Congregationalist.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>A beautiful book for young people, unlike any thing we have ever -seen.—<i>Ch. Ob.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Most interesting book that can be put into the hands of the -young.—<i>Olive Branch.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>The best book of foreign travel for youth to be found in the whole range -of American literature.—<i>Buffalo Morning Express.</i></p> -<p class='c022'><span class='large'>THE ISLAND HOME</span>; or, the Young Castaways. By -<span class='sc'>Christopher Romaunt, Esq.</span> With Elegant Illustrations. 75 cts.</p> -<p class='c013'>The best and prettiest book for boys that we have lately seen.—<i>Boston Post.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>A stirring and unique work. 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We become as much -interested in the Max, Johnny, Arthur, and the rest of the goodly company, as in the -Swiss Family Robinson.—<i>Sartain’s Magazine.</i></p> -<p class='c022'><span class='large'>THE AMERICAN STATESMAN</span>; or, Illustrations of the -Life and Character of <span class='sc'>Daniel Webster</span>, for the Entertainment and -Instruction of American Youth. By the <span class='sc'>Rev. 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It is one of the most successful -combinations of the pleasant with the useful to be found.—<i>Daily -Advertiser.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>A book of not only “pleasant pages,” but of singularly instructive -pages. Even people not so very young might be profited by its -perusal.—<i>South Boston Gazette.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>It presents much solid information, and opens before the young new -fields of observation. The youngsters will clap their hands with -joy.—<i>Scientific American.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>There is a great deal of valuable information communicated in a very -simple and easy way. While it is full of useful instruction to children, -it is also suggestive to those who are called to conduct their -education.—<i>Puritan Recorder.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>We like this book: it is well fitted for the family library. The young -like facts; when these are set forth in a pleasant way, the interest is -greater than fiction ever awakens, unless the fiction is made to appear -like truth.—<i>Godey’s Ladies’ Book.</i></p> -<p class='c022'><span class='large'>THE GUIDING STAR</span>; or, The Bible God’s Message. By -<span class='sc'>Louisa Payson Hopkins</span>. With Frontispiece. 16mo, cloth, 50 cts.</p> -<p class='c013'>An excellent work to put into the hands of youth. It is written in -conversational style, and opens up most beautifully, and with great -simplicity, the great leading evidences that the Bible contains God’s -message to man. Those seeking after truth will find it worthy of -frequent perusal.—<span class='sc'>Dr. Sprague</span>, <i>in Albany Spectator</i>.</p> - -<p class='c013'>We cordially commend the work to parents, children, and Sabbath -schools.—<i>Cong.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>This volume should be in the hands of every youthful reader, and adult -persons would find it not only interesting, but instructive.—<i>Ch. -Chron.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>The popular author of this book has conferred a favor on the public, for -which she deserves something more than <i>thanks</i>.—<i>Ch. -Secretary.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>One of the most valuable books for youth that we have seen.—<i>Cong. -Journal.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>A book of more than common excellence. How often have we wished that all -the youth of our land might become familiar with its contents.—<i>Ch. -Mirror.</i></p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_313'>313</span><span class='large'>NATIONAL SERIES OF AMERICAN HISTORIES.</span></div> - <div><b>By Rev. Joseph Banvard.</b></div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c012' /> -<p class='c037'><span class='large'>PLYMOUTH AND THE PILGRIMS</span>; or, Incidents of -Adventures in the History of the First Settlers. With Illustrations. -16mo, cloth, 60 cts.</p> - -<p class='c013'>When once taken up it will not be laid down without regret until -finished.—<i>Courier</i>.</p> - -<p class='c013'>An exceedingly interesting volume.—<i>Am. Traveller.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Popular reading, particularly adapted to entertain and instruct youth.—<i>Mercantile -Journal.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Every New Englander, wherever he resides, should own this book.—<i>Scientific Am.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>An extremely interesting volume, written in a plain but vigorous style, adapted to -the young, but will be read with interest by the older ones.—<i>Ch. Freeman.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Highly attractive in style and instructive in matter.—<i>N. Y. Com. Adv.</i></p> -<p class='c022'><span class='large'>NOVELTIES OF THE NEW WORLD</span>; an Account of -the Adventures and Discoveries of the First Explorers of North America. -With numerous Illustrations. 16mo, cloth, 60 cts.</p> - -<p class='c013'>A series of books which will serve as valuable introductions and -enticements to more extended historical reading.—<i>Am. Traveller.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>It has all the interest of a romance.—<i>Portland Transcript.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>We have seen the boys bend over these pages, unwilling to leave them, -either for play or sleep; and when finished, inquiring anxiously <i>when -the next</i> would come.—<i>Watchman and Reflector.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Neither too childish for adults, nor yet too difficult of comprehension -for children. They will delight as well as instruct.—<i>Mercantile -Journal.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Interesting scenes and events in the New World are here brought together -and invested with a charm that is irresistible by old as well as -young.—<i>Ch. Intelligencer.</i></p> -<p class='c022'><span class='large'>ROMANCE OF AMERICAN HISTORY</span>; or, an Account -of the Settlement of North Carolina and Virginia, embracing the tragic -Incidents connected with the Spanish Settlements, French Colonies, English -Plantation at Jamestown, Captivity of Captain Smith, the Adventures -of Pocahontas, etc. With Illustrations. 60 cents.</p> - -<p class='c013'>All the interest of romance, and the addition of veritable -history.—<i>Puritan Rec.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>It is a most pleasing and instructive book.—<i>Home Journal.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Interesting as a novel, and a thousand times more profitable -reading.—<i>Lit. Mes.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Every library should be furnished with this Series of American -Histories.—<i>N. E. Farmer.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Admirably fitted for family reading, and calculated to interest the -young.—<i>Trav.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Attractive series of books founded on the early history -of our country; it will make a most valuable addition to all family -libraries.—<i>Arthur’s Gazette.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>No more interesting and instructive reading can be put into the hands of -youth.—<i>Portland Transcript.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>The series will embrace the most interesting and important events which -have occurred in the United States since the settlement of the country. -Each volume to be complete in itself; and yet, when all are published, -they will together form a regular -<span class='sc'>Series of American Histories</span>.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_314'>314</span><span class='large'>VALUABLE WORKS FOR THE YOUNG.</span></div> - <div><b>BY REV. HARVEY NEWCOMB.</b></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c037'><span class='large'>HOW TO BE A MAN</span>; a Book for Boys, containing Useful -Hints on the Formation of Character. Cloth, gilt, 50 cts.</p> -<p class='c013'>“My design in writing has been to contribute something towards forming -the character of those who are to be our future electors, legislators, -governors, judges, ministers, lawyers, and physicians,—after the best -model. It is intended for boys—or, if you please, for <i>young</i> -gentlemen, in early youth.”—<i>Preface.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>“How to be a Man” is an inimitable little volume. We desire that it be -widely circulated. It should be put into the hands of every youth in the -land.—<i>Tenn. Bap.</i></p> -<p class='c022'><span class='large'>HOW TO BE A LADY</span>; a Book for Girls, containing Useful -Hints on the Formation of Character. Cloth, gilt, 50 cts.</p> -<p class='c013'>“Having daughters of his own, and having been many years employed in -writing for the young, he hopes to offer some good advice, in an -entertaining way, for girls or misses, between the ages of eight and -fifteen. His object is, to assist them in forming their characters upon -the best model; that they may become well-bred, intelligent, refined, -and good; and then they will be real <i>ladies</i>, in the highest -sense.”—<i>Preface.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Parents will consult the interests of their daughters, for time and -eternity, in making them acquainted with this attractive and most useful -volume.—<i>N. Y. Evangelist.</i></p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><i>The following Notices apply to both the above Volumes.</i></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>It would be better for the next generation if every youth would “read, -learn, and inwardly digest” the contents of these volumes.—<i>N. Y. -Commercial.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>These volumes contain much matter which is truly valuable.—<i>Mer. -Journal</i>.</p> - -<p class='c013'>They contain wise and important counsels and cautions, adapted to the -young, and made entertaining by the interesting style and illustrations -of the author. They are fine mirrors, in which are reflected the -prominent lineaments of the <i>Christian young gentleman and young -lady</i>. Elegant presents for the young.—<i>American Pulpit.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Newcomb’s books are excellent. We are pleased to commend them.—<i>N. Y. -Obs.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>They are books well calculated to do good.—<i>Phil. Ch. Chronicle.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Common-sense, practical hints on the formation of character and habits, and are -adapted to the improvement of youth.—<i>Mothers’ Journal.</i></p> -<p class='c022'><span class='large'>ANECDOTES FOR BOYS</span>; Entertaining Anecdotes and -Narratives, illustrative of Principles and Character. 18mo, gilt, 42 cts.</p> - -<p class='c037'><span class='large'>ANECDOTES FOR GIRLS</span>; Entertaining Anecdotes and Narratives, -illustrative of Principles and Character. 18mo, gilt, 42 cts.</p> -<p class='c013'>Interesting and instructive, without being fictitious. The anecdotes are -many, short, and spirited, with a moral drawn from each, adapted to -every age, condition, and duty of life. We commend them to families and -schools.—<i>Albany Spectator.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Works of great value, for a truth or principle is sooner instilled into -the youthful heart by an anecdote, than in any other way. They are well -selected.—<i>Ev’g Gaz.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Nothing has a greater interest for a youthful mind than a well-told -story, and no medium of conveying moral instructions so attractive or so -successful. The influence is far more powerful when the child is assured -that they are <i>true</i>. We cannot too strongly recommend them to -parents.—<i>Western Continent, Baltimore.</i></p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_315'>315</span><span class='xlarge'>VALUABLE WORKS.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c012' /> -<p class='c037'><span class='large'>KNOWLEDGE IS POWER:</span> <span class='sc'>a View of the Productive -Forces of Modern Society</span>, and the Results of Labor, Capital, and -Skill. By <span class='sc'>Charles Knight</span>. American edition, with Additions, by -<span class='sc'>David A. Wells</span>, Editor “Annual of Scientific Discovery,” etc. -With numerous Illustrations. 12mo, cloth. $1.25.</p> - -<p class='c013'>This work is eminently entitled to be ranked in that class styled “books -for the people.” The author is one of the most popular writers of the -day. His style is easy and racy, sufficiently polished for the most -refined, while it is peculiarly fitted to captivate plain, unlettered, -but thinking men. It is remarkable for its fullness and variety of -information, and for the felicity and force with which the author -applies his facts to his reasoning. The facts and illustrations are -drawn from almost every branch of skilful industry. It is a work, in -short, which the mechanic and artisan of every description will be sure -to read with a <span class='fss'>RELISH</span>.</p> - -<p class='c037'><span class='large'>MY SCHOOLS AND SCHOOLMASTERS;</span> <span class='sc'>or, The Story -of my Education</span>. By <span class='sc'>Hugh Miller</span>, Author of “Footprints of -the Creator,” etc. 12mo, cloth. $1.25.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“This autobiography is quite worthy of the renowned author. His first -attempts at literature, and his career until he stood forth an -acknowledged power among the philosophers and ecclesiastical leaders of -his native land, are given without egotism, with a power and vivacity -which are truthful and delightsome.”—<span class='sc'>Presbyterian.</span></p> - -<p class='c013'>“Hugh Miller is one of the most remarkable men of the age. Having risen -from the humble walks of life, and from the employment of a -stone-cutter, to the highest rank among scientific men, everything -relating to his history possesses an interest which belongs to that of -few living men. The book has all the ease and graphic power which is -characteristic of his writings.”—<span class='sc'>New York Observer.</span></p> - -<p class='c013'>“This volume is a book for the ten thousand. It is embellished with an -admirable likeness of Hugh Miller, the stone mason—his coat off and his -sleeves rolled up—with the implements of labor in hand—his form erect, -and his eye bright and piercing. The biography of such a man will -interest every reader. It is a living thing—teaching a lesson of -self-culture of immense value.”—<span class='sc'>Phila. Christian Obs.</span></p> - -<p class='c013'>“It is a portion of autobiography exquisitely told. He is a living proof -that a single man may contain within himself something more than all the -books in the world. This is one of the best books we have -read.”—<span class='sc'>London Corresp. N. Y. Tribune.</span></p> - -<p class='c013'>“It is a work of rare interest; at times having the fascination of a -romance, and again suggesting the profoundest views of education and of -science. The ex-mason holds a graphic pen; a quiet humor runs through -his pages.”—<span class='sc'>N. Y. Independent.</span></p> - -<p class='c013'>“This autobiography is <span class='fss'>THE</span> book for poor boys, and others who -are struggling with poverty and limited advantages; and perhaps it is -not too much to predict that in a few years it will become one of the -poor man’s classics.”—<span class='sc'>New Eng. Farmer.</span></p> -<p class='c037'><span class='large'>THE HALLIG;</span> <span class='sc'>or, The Sheepfold in the Waters</span>. A -Tale of Humble Life on the Coast of Schleswig. Translated from the -German of Biernatzski, by Mrs. <span class='sc'>George P. Marsh</span>. With a Biographical -Sketch of the Author. 12mo, cloth. $1.00.</p> -<p class='c013'>The author of this work was the grand-son of an exiled Polish nobleman, -His own portrait is understood to be drawn in one of the characters of -the Tale, and indeed the whole work has a substantial foundation in -fact. As a revelation of an entire new phase of human society, it will -strongly remind the reader of Miss Bremer’s tales. In originality and -brilliancy of imagination, it is not inferior to those;—its aim is far -higher. The elegance of Mrs. Marsh’s translation will at once arrest the -attention of every competent judge.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_316'>316</span><span class='xlarge'>AMOS LAWRENCE.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c012' /> -<p class='c037'><span class='large'>DIARY AND CORRESPONDENCE OF THE LATE AMOS LAWRENCE;</span> -with a brief account of some Incidents in -his Life. Edited by his son, <span class='sc'>William R. Lawrence</span>, M. D. With -fine steel Portraits of <span class='sc'>Amos</span> and <span class='sc'>Abbott Lawrence</span>, an Engraving -of their Birth-place, a Fac-simile page of Mr. Lawrence’s Handwriting. -Octavo, cloth, $1.50. Royal duodecimo edition, $1.00.</p> - -<p class='c013'>This work was first published in an elegant octavo volume, and sold at -the unusually low price of $1.50. At the solicitation of numerous -benevolent individuals who were desirous of circulating the work—so -remarkably adapted to do good, especially to young -men—<span class='fss'>GRATUITOUSLY</span>, and of giving those of moderate means, of -every class, an opportunity of possessing it, the royal duodecimo, or -“<span class='fss'>CHEAP EDITION</span>,” was issued, varying from the other edition, -only in a reduction in the <span class='fss'>SIZE</span> (allowing less margin), and the -<span class='fss'>THICKNESS</span> of the paper.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Within six months after the first publication of this work, -<span class='fss'>TWENTY-TWO THOUSAND</span> copies had been sold. It is the memoir of a -Boston merchant, who became distinguished for his great wealth, but more -distinguished for the manner in which he used it. It is the memoir of a -man, who commencing business with only $20, gave away in public and -private charities, <span class='fss'>DURING HIS LIFETIME</span>, more, probably, than -any other person in America.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“We heard it once said in the pulpit, ‘There is no work of art like a -noble life,’ and for that reason he who has achieved one takes rank with -the great artists, and becomes the world’s property. <span class='sc'>We are proud of -this book. We are willing to let it go forth to other lands as a -specimen of what America can produce</span>. In the old world, reviewers -have called Barnum <span class='fss'>THE</span> characteristic American man. We are -willing enough to admit that he is a characteristic American man; he is -<span class='fss'>ONE</span> fruit of our soil, but Amos Lawrence is another. Let our -country have credit for him also. <span class='sc'>The good effect which this Life -may have in determining the course of young men to honor and virtue is -incalculable.</span>”—<span class='sc'>Mrs. Stowe, in N. Y. Independent.</span></p> - -<p class='c013'>“This book, besides being of a different class from most Biographies, -has another peculiar charm. It shows the inside life of the man. You -have, as it were, a peep behind the curtain, and see Mr. Lawrence as he -went in and out among business men, as he appeared on ’Change, as he -received his friends, as he poured out, ‘with liberal hand and generous -heart,’ his wealth for the benefit of others, as he received the -greetings and salutations of children, and as he appeared in the bosom -of his family, at his own hearth-stone.”—<span class='sc'>Brunswick Telegraph.</span></p> - -<p class='c013'>“We are glad to know that our large business houses are purchasing -copies of this work for each of their numerous clerks. As a business -man, Mr. Lawrence was a pattern for the young clerk.”—<span class='sc'>Boston -Traveller.</span></p> - -<p class='c013'>“We are thankful for the volume before us. It exhibits a charity noble -and active, while the young merchant was still poor. And above all, it -reveals to us a beautiful cluster of sister graces, a keen sense of -honor, integrity which never knew the shadow of suspicion, candor in the -estimate of character, filial piety, rigid fidelity in every domestic -relation.”—<span class='sc'>North American Review.</span></p> - -<p class='c013'>“We are glad that American Biography has been enriched by such a -contribution to its treasures. In all that composes the career of ‘the -good man’ and the practical Christian, we have read few memoirs more -full of instruction, or richer in lessons of wisdom and -virtue.”—<span class='sc'>National Intelligencer.</span></p> - -<p class='c013'>“A more beautifully printed volume, or one calculated to do more good, -has not been issued from the press of late years.”—<span class='sc'>Evening -Gazette.</span></p> - -<p class='c013'>“This volume has been read with the deepest interest. It will be widely -circulated, will certainly prove a standard work, and be read over and -over again.”—<span class='sc'>Boston Daily Advertiser.</span></p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_317'>317</span><span class='xlarge'>CHAMBERS’S WORKS.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c012' /> -<p class='c037'><span class='large'>CHAMBERS’S CYCLOPEDIA OF ENGLISH LITERATURE.</span> -A Selection of the choicest productions of English Authors, from -the earliest to the present time. Connected by a Critical and Biographical -History. Forming two large imperial octavo volumes of 1400 pages, -double column letter-press; with upwards of 300 elegant Illustrations. -Edited by <span class='sc'>Robert Chambers</span>, embossed cloth, 5,00.</p> -<p class='c013'>This work embraces about <i>one thousand authors</i>, chronologically -arranged and classed as Poets, Historians, Dramatists, Philosophers, -Metaphysicians, Divines, etc., with choice selections from their -writings, connected by a Biographical, Historical, and Critical -Narrative; thus presenting a complete view of English literature from -the earliest to the present time. Open where you will, you cannot fail -to find matter for profit and delight. The selections are gems—infinite -riches in a little room; “<span class='sc'>A whole English Library fused down into -one cheap book!</span>”</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>From W. H. Prescott, Author of “Ferdinand and Isabella.”</span> The -plan of the work is very judicious.... Readers cannot fail to profit -largely by the labors of the critic who has the talent and taste to -separate what is really beautiful and worthy of their study from what is -superfluous.</p> - -<p class='c013'>I concur in the foregoing opinion of Mr. Prescott.—<span class='sc'>Edward -Everett.</span></p> - -<p class='c013'>A work indispensable to the library of a student of English -literature.—<span class='sc'>Wayland.</span></p> - -<p class='c013'>We hail with peculiar pleasure the appearance of this work.—<i>North Am. -Review.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>It has been fitly described as “<i>a whole English library fused down -into one cheap book</i>.” The Boston edition combines neatness with -cheapness.—<i>N. Y. Com. Adv.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='large'>☞</span> The American edition contains additional likenesses of -<span class='sc'>Shakespeare</span>, <span class='sc'>Addison</span>, <span class='sc'>Byron</span>; a full length -portrait of <span class='sc'>Dr. Johnson</span>, and a beautiful scenic representation -of <span class='sc'>Oliver Goldsmith</span> and <span class='sc'>Dr. Johnson</span>. These important -additions, together with superior paper and binding, render the American -far superior to the English edition. The circulation of this work has -been immense, and its sale in this country still continues unabated.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='xlarge'>CHAMBERS’S WORKS</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c012' /> -<p class='c037'><span class='large'>CHAMBERS’S MISCELLANY OF USEFUL AND ENTERTAINING KNOWLEDGE.</span> Edited by -<span class='sc'>William Chambers</span>. With Elegant Illustrative Engravings. Ten -volumes, 16mo, cloth, 7,00.</p> - -<p class='c013'>This work has been highly recommended by distinguished individuals, as -admirably adapted to Family, Sabbath, and District School Libraries.</p> - -<p class='c013'>It would be difficult to find any miscellany superior or even equal to -it; it richly deserves the epithets “useful and entertaining,” and I -would recommend it very strongly as extremely well adapted to form parts -of a library for the young, or of a social or circulating library in -town or country.—<span class='sc'>George B. Emerson, Esq., Chairman Boston School -Book Committee.</span></p> - -<p class='c013'>I am gratified to have an opportunity to be instrumental in circulating -“Chambers’s Miscellany” among the schools for which I am -superintendent.—<span class='sc'>J. J. Clute</span>, <i>Town. Sup. of Castleton, N. -Y.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>I am not acquainted with any similar collection in the English language -that can compare with it for purposes of instruction or amusement. I -should rejoice to see that set of books in every house in our -country.—<span class='sc'>Rev. John O. Choules</span>, D. D.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The information contained in this work is surprisingly great; and for -the fireside, and the young, particularly, it cannot fail to prove a -most valuable and entertaining companion.—<i>N. Y. Evangelist.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>An admirable compilation. It unites the useful and entertaining.—<i>N. -Y. Com.</i></p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_318'>318</span><span class='xlarge'>CHAMBERS’S WORKS.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c012' /> -<p class='c037'><span class='large'>CHAMBERS’S HOME BOOK AND POCKET MISCELLANY.</span> -Containing a Choice Selection of Interesting and Instructive -Reading for the Old and the Young. Six vols. 16mo, cloth, 3,00.</p> - -<p class='c013'>This work is considered fully equal, if not superior, to either of the -Chambers’s other works in interest, and, like them, contains a vast fund -of valuable information. Following somewhat the plan of the -“Miscellany,” it is admirably adapted to the school or the family -library, furnishing ample variety for every class of readers, both old -and young.</p> - -<p class='c013'>We do not know how it is possible to publish so much good reading matter -at such a low price. We speak a good word for the literary excellence of -the stories in this work; we hope our people will introduce it into all -their families, in order to drive away the miserable flashy-trashy stuff -so often found in the hands of our young people of both -sexes.—<i>Scientific American.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Both an entertaining and instructive work, as it is a very cheap -one.—<i>Puritan Rec.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>It cannot but have an extensive circulation.—<i>Albany Express.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Of all the series of cheap books, this promises to be the -best.—<i>Bangor Mercury.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>If any person wishes to read for amusement or profit, to kill time or -improve it, get “Chambers’s Home Book.”—<i>Chicago Times.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>The Chambers are confessedly the best caterers for popular and useful -reading in the world.—<i>Willis’s Home Journal.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>A very entertaining, instructive, and popular work.—<i>N. Y. -Commercial.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>The articles are of that attractive sort which suits us in moods of -indolence when we would linger half way between wakefulness and sleep. -They require just thought and activity enough to keep our feet from the -land of Nod, without forcing us to run, walk, or even -stand.—<i>Eclectic, Portland.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>It is just the thing to amuse a leisure hour, and at the same time -combines <i>instruction</i> with amusement.—<i>Dover Inquirer.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Messrs. Chambers, of Edinburgh, have become famous wherever the English -language is spoken and read, for their interesting and instructive -publications. They combine <i>instruction</i> with <i>amusement</i>, and -throughout they breathe a spirit of the purest morality.—<i>Chicago -Tribune.</i></p> -<p class='c037'><span class='large'>CHAMBERS’S REPOSITORY OF INSTRUCTIVE AND AMUSING PAPERS.</span> With -Illustrations. An entirely New Series, containing Original Articles. p. -260, 16mo, cloth, per vol. 50 cents.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The Messrs. Chambers have recently commenced the publication of this -work, under the title of “<span class='sc'>Chambers’s Repository of Instructive and -Amusing Tracts</span>,” similar in style, etc., to the “Miscellany,” which -has maintained an enormous circulation of more than <i>eighty thousand -copies in England</i>, and has already reached nearly the same in this -country. Arrangements have been made by the American publishers, to -issue the work simultaneously with the English edition, a volume every -two months, to continue until the whole series is completed. Each volume -complete in itself, and will be sold in sets or single volumes.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='large'>☞</span> Commendatory Letters, Reviews, Notices, &c., of <i>each</i> -of Chambers’s works, sufficient to make a good sized duodecimo volume, -have been received by the publishers, but room here will only allow -giving a specimen of the vast multitude at hand. They are all popular, -and contain valuable instructive and entertaining reading—such as should -be found in every family, school, and college library.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_319'>319</span><span class='xlarge'>VALUABLE WORK.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c037'><span class='large'>CYCLOPÆDIA OF ANECDOTES OF LITERATURE AND THE FINE ARTS.</span> Containing a -copious and choice selection of Anecdotes of the various forms of -Literature, of the Arts, of Architecture, Engravings, Music, Poetry, -Painting, and Sculpture, and of the most celebrated Literary Characters -and Artists of different Countries and Ages, &c. By <span class='sc'>Kazlitt -Arvine</span>, A. M., Author of “Cyclopædia of Moral and Religious -Anecdotes.” With illustrations. 725 pages octavo, cloth, 3,00.</p> - -<p class='c013'>This is unquestionably the choicest collection of anecdotes ever -published. It contains <i>three thousand and forty Anecdotes</i>, and -such is the wonderful variety, that it will be found an almost -inexhaustible fund of interest for every class of readers; and to public -speakers, to all classes of <i>literary</i> and <i>scientific men</i>, -to <i>artists, mechanics, and others</i>, a perfect <span class='sc'>Dictionary</span>, -<i>for reference</i>. There are also more than <i>one hundred and fifty -fine Illustrations.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>We know of no work which comprises so much valuable information in a -form so entertaining.—<i>N. Y. Chronicle.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Here is a perfect repository of the most choice and approved specimens -of this species of information. The work is replete with such -entertainment as is adapted to all grades of readers, the most or least -intellectual.—<i>Methodist Quarterly Magazine.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>One of the most complete things of the kind ever given to the public. -There is scarcely a paragraph in the whole book which will not interest -some one deeply; for, while men of letters, argument, and art cannot -afford to do without its immense fund of sound maxims, pungent wit, apt -illustrations, and brilliant examples, the merchant, mechanic and -laborer will find it one of the choicest companions of the hours of -relaxation. “Whatever be the mood of one’s mind, and however limited the -time for reading, in the almost endless variety and great brevity of the -articles he can find something to suit his feelings, which he can begin -and end at once. It may also be made the very life of the social circle, -containing pleasant reading for all ages, at all times and -seasons.”—<i>Buffalo Com. Advertiser.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>A well spring of entertainment, to be drawn from at any -moment.—<i>Bangor Whig.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>A magnificent collection of anecdotes touching literature and the fine -arts.—<i>Albany Spectator.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>The most comprehensive collection of anecdotes ever published.—<i>Salem -Gazette.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>A publication of which there is little danger of speaking in too -flattering terms; a perfect Thesaurus of rare and curious information, -carefully selected and methodically arranged. A jewel of a book to lie -on one’s table, to snatch up in those brief moments of leisure that -could not be very profitably turned to account by recourse to any -connected work in any department of literature.—<i>Troy Budget.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>No family ought to be without it for it is at once cheap, valuable, and -very interesting; containing matter compiled from all kinds of books, -from all quarters of the globe, from all ages of the world, and in -relation to every corporeal matter at all worthy of being remarked or -remembered.—<i>New Jersey Union.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>A rich treasury of thought, and wit and learning, illustrating the -characteristics and peculiarities of many of the most distinguished -names in history.—<i>Phil. Chris. Obs.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>The range of topics is very wide, relating to nature, religion, science, -and art; furnishing apposite illustrations for the preacher, the orator, -the Sabbath-school teacher, and the instructors of our common schools, -academies, and colleges. It is a valuable work for the fireside, -calculated to please and edify all classes.—<i>Zanesville Ch. Reg.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>This is one of the most entertaining works for desultory reading we have -seen. We hardly know of any thing at once so instructive and -amusing.—<i>N. Y. Ch. Intel.</i></p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_320'>320</span><span class='xlarge'>THE CRUISE OF THE NORTH STAR:</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c038'><span class='large'>A NARRATIVE OF THE EXCURSION MADE BY MR. VANDERBILT’S PARTY, IN THE -STEAM YACHT</span>, in her Voyage to England, Russia, Denmark, France, Spain, -Italy, Malta, Turkey, Madeira, etc. By Rev. <span class='sc'>John Overton -Choules</span>, D. D. With elegant Illustrations, and fine Likenesses of -Commodore Vanderbilt and Capt. Eldridge. 12mo, cloth, gilt backs and -sides. $1.50.</p> - -<p class='c013'>The cruise of the North Star was an event of almost national concern, and -was watched with universal interest. This volume is as different from ordinary -books of travel as the cruise of the North Star was different from an ordinary -trip to Europe. We need not bespeak for it many readers.—<i>Providence Jour.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>The American people ought to be proud of, and grateful to, Cornelius Vanderbilt. -This man has done more than a dozen presidents to give America a -respected name in Europe. In the person of Cornelius Vanderbilt, American -enterprise told the people of Europe what it could do. The desire to get this -curious narrative was so great that the whole of the first edition went off in two -days!—<i>Star of the West.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Those who remember to have met with a very interesting work, published -some two years ago, entitled “Young Americans Abroad,” will be glad to learn -that here is another book of travels from the same source. Do you say your -shelves are all full of books of travel?—we reply, with Leigh Hunt,—then put -in another shelf, and place this one on it—<i>Methodist Protestant.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>The work is one of the most entertaining, and, in its way, vivid, portraitures -of scenes in the Old World, that we have ever seen.—<i>Boston Transcript.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>The book is in many respects as novel as the occasion which produced it was -unique and memorable. Both the accomplished author and the publishers deserve -the best thanks for so tasteful a record of a performance which has reflected -so much credit abroad upon American enterprise.—<i>N. Y. Courier & Enquirer.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>This work is interesting, not only as a memorial of the North Star, and her -trip to Europe, but also as a record of European travel, narrated in a lively -manner, by a gentleman whose taste and attainments eminently qualify him -for the task.—<i>New York Times.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Never before did a private individual make so magnificent an excursion as -Mr. Vanderbilt. Dr. Choules, who was one of his guests, has given to the world -a charming account of this unique voyage, in a beautifully printed and illustrated -volume. We commend it to our readers as a very entertaining, well-written -book.—<i>Zion’s Herald.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>The book will be eagerly perused, as a record of one of the unique occurrences -of the age; is written with a kind of drawing-room, etiquette-like style, is mellow -in sentiment, and is wholly destitute of that straining after the sublime, -and stranding in the “high-falutin,” that characterize the effusions of the tourist -generally.—<i>Chicago Advertiser.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>This beautiful volume describes, in a chaste and readable manner, the fortunes -of the widely-known excursion of the princely New York merchant and -his family and guests. From the eclat of the voyage itself, and the pleasant -way of Dr. Choules’ account of it, we think the book is destined to have—what -it deserves—a very large sale.—<i>Congregationalist.</i></p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_321'>321</span><span class='large'>MY FIRST IMPRESSIONS</span></div> - <div><span class='xlarge'>OF ENGLAND AND ITS PEOPLE.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c037'><span class='sc'>By Hugh Miller</span>, author of “Old Red Sandstone,” “Footprints -of the Creator,” etc., with a fine likeness of the author. 12mo, 1,00.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Let not the careless reader imagine, from the title of this book, that -it is a common book of travels, on the contrary, it is a very remarkable -one, both in design, spirit, and execution. The facts recorded, and the -views advanced in this book, are so fresh, vivid, and natural, that we -cannot but commend it as a treasure, both of information and -entertainment.—<i>Willis’s Home Journal.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>This is a noble book, worthy of the author of the Footprints of the -Creator and the Old Red Sandstone, because it is seasoned with the same -power of vivid description, the same minuteness of observation, and -soundness of criticism, and the same genial piety. We have read it with -deep interest, and with ardent admiration of the author’s temper and -genius. It is almost impossible to lay the book down, even to attend to -more pressing matters. It is, without compliment or hyperbole, a most -delightful volume.—<i>N. Y. Commercial.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>This is a most amusing and instructive book, by a master hand.—<i>Dem. -Rev.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>The author of this work proved himself, in the Footprints of the -Creator, one of the most original thinkers and powerful writers of the -age. In the volume before us he adds new laurels to his reputation. -Whoever wishes to understand the character of the present race of -Englishmen, as contradistinguished from past generations; to comprehend -the workings of political, social, and religious agitation in the minds, -not of the nobility or gentry, but of the <i>people</i>, will discover -that, in this volume, he has found a treasure.—<i>Peterson’s -Magazine.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>His eyes were open to see, and his ears to hear, every thing; and, as -the result of what he saw and heard in “merrie” England, he has made one -of the most spirited and attractive volumes of travels and observations -that we have met with.—<i>Trav.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Hugh Miller is one of the most agreeable, entertaining, and instructive -writers of the age. We know of no work in England so full of adaptedness -to the age as this. It opens up clearly to view the condition of its -various classes, sheds new light into its social, moral, and religious -history, its geological peculiarities, and draws conclusions of great -value.—<i>Albany Spectator.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>The author, one of the most remarkable men of the age, arranged for this -journey into England, expecting to “lodge in humble cottages, and wear a -humble dress, and see what was to be seen by humble men only,—society -without its mask.” Such an observer might be expected to bring to view a -thousand things unknown, or partially known before; and abundantly does -he fulfil this expectation. It is one of the most absorbing books of the -time.—<i>Portland Ch. Mirror.</i></p> -<hr class='c039' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='large'>NEW WORK.</span></div> - <div><span class='large'>MY SCHOOLS AND SCHOOLMASTERS;</span></div> - <div><span class='xlarge'>OR THE STORY OF MY EDUCATION.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c037'><span class='sc'>By Hugh Miller</span>, author of “Footprints of the Creator,” -“Old Red Sandstone,” “First Impressions of England,” etc. 12mo, cl.</p> - -<p class='c013'>This is a personal narrative of a deeply interesting and instructive -character, concerning one of the most remarkable men of the age. No one -who purchases this book will have occasion to regret it, our word for -it!</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_322'>322</span><span class='xlarge'>A PILGRIMAGE TO EGYPT;</span></div> - <div><span class='large'>EMBRACING A DIARY OF EXPLORATIONS ON THE NILE,</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c037'><span class='large'>WITH OBSERVATIONS,</span> illustrative of the Manners, Customs, -and Institutions of the People, and of the present condition of the -Antiquities and Ruins. By <span class='sc'>J. V. C. Smith</span>, M. D., Editor of the Boston -Medical and Surgical Journal. With numerous elegant Engravings. 1,25.</p> - -<p class='c013'>There is a lifelike interest in the narratives and descriptions of Dr. -Smith’s pen, which takes you along with the traveller, so that when he -closes a chapter you feel that you have reached an inn, where you will -rest for a while; and then, with a refreshed mind, you will be ready to -move on again, in a journey full of fresh and instructive incidents and -explorations.—<i>Ch. Witness.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Every page of the volume is entertaining and instructive, and even those -who are well read in Egyptian manners, customs, and scenery, cannot fail -to find something new.—<i>Mercantile Journal.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>This volume is neither a re-hash of guide books, nor a condensed -mensuration of heights and distances from works on Egyptian antiquities. -It contains the daily observations of a most intelligent traveller, -whose descriptions bring to the reader’s eye the scenes he witnessed. We -have read many books on Egypt, some of them full of science and -learning, and some of wit and frolic, but <i>none which furnished so -clear an idea of Egypt as it is</i>,—of its ruins as they now are, and -of its people as they now live and move.—<i>Watchman and Reflector.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>One of the most agreeable books of travel which have been published for -a long time.—<i>Daily Advertiser.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>It is readable, attractive, and interesting. You seem to be travelling -with him, and seeing the things which he sees.—<i>Bunker Hill -Aurora.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>We see what Egypt was; we see what Egypt is; and with prophetic -endowment we see what it is yet to be. It is a charming book, not -written for antiquarians and the learned, but for the <i>million</i>, -and by the million it will be read.—<i>Congregationalist.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Mr. Smith is one of the sprightliest authors in America, and this work -is worthy of his pen. He is particularly happy in presenting the comical -and grotesque side of objects.—<i>Commonwealth.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>The reader may be sure of entertainment in such a land, under the -guidance of such an observer as Dr. Smith, and will be surprised, when -he has accompanied him through the tour, at the vivid impression which -he retains of persons, and places, and incidents.—<i>Salem Gazette.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>This is really one of the most entertaining books upon Egypt that we -have met with.—<i>Albany Argus.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>One of the most complete and perfect books of the kind ever -published.—<i>Diadem.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Of all the books we have read on Egypt, we prefer this. It goes ahead of -Stephens’s. Reader, obtain a copy for yourself.—<i>Trumpet.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>The author is a keen observer, and describes what he observes with a -graphic pen. The volume abounds in vivid descriptions of the manners, -customs, and institutions of the people visited, the present condition -of the ancient ruins, accompanied by a large number of -illustrations.—<i>Courier.</i></p> -<p class='c037'><span class='large'>SCRIPTURE NATURAL HISTORY;</span> Containing a Descriptive -Account of Quadrupeds, Birds, Fishes, Insects, Reptiles, Serpents, -Plants, Trees, Minerals, Gems, and Precious Stones, mentioned in -the Bible. By <span class='sc'>William Carpenter</span>, London; with Improvements, -by <span class='sc'>Rev. Gorham D. Abbott</span>. Illustrated by numerous Engravings. -Also, Sketches of Palestine. 12mo, cloth, 1,00.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_323'>323</span><span class='xlarge'>THE CAPTIVE IN PATAGONIA;</span></div> - <div><span class='large'>OR LIFE AMONG THE GIANTS.</span></div> - <div>By <span class='sc'>Benjamin F. Bourne</span>. With Illustrations. 12mo, cloth, 85 cts.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>This work, by Captain Bourne,—who was taken captive and retained three -months by the Patagonians,—gives an account of his capture and final -escape; a description of this strange people; their manners, customs, -habits, pursuits; the country, its soil productions, etc., of which -little or nothing has heretofore been known. <span class='large'>☞</span> A work of -thrilling interest, and of instruction to every class of readers.</p> - -<p class='c013'>Any book, descriptive of a country which is almost like fable land to -the civilized world, must possess great interest; but this work, besides -having <i>this</i> attraction, is written with much vigor and spirit, -and is replete with a variety of interesting facts, descriptive of the -manners, customs, character, etc., of the Patagonians.—<i>Sav. Jour.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>A work of thrilling interest, and bids fair to be another Uncle Tom’s -Cabin. Captain Bourne is well known and highly respected in this -community; and the narrative of his strange adventures, startling and -romantic as they may seem, can be relied upon as strictly -true.—<i>Nantucket Eagle.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>We have seldom read a work of such intense interest.—<i>N. H. -Sentinel.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>This is a narrative of great interest—<i>Phil. Ch. Observer.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>We question whether the scenes, trials, hardships, adventures, etc., -could have been more vividly drawn had they emanated from the pen of an -<span class='sc'>Irving</span> or a <span class='sc'>Cooper</span>.—<i>Rutland (Vt.) Herald.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>The author is known as a respectable man, and one of high integrity; and -from his own experience has given particulars of the manners, customs, -habits, and pursuits of the natives. It is a thrilling narrative, and as -exciting as Typee.—<i>Newport Merc.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>No work of romance can exceed to enchain the mind and awaken -interest.—<i>Cong.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Seldom, if ever, have we perused a work with so intense an interest. No -work of romance can excel it in power to enchant the mind, and awaken a -nervous desire to possess the valuable information which it -communicates.—<i>Amherst Express.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Having begun it one evening, we would not quit until the book had been -finished.—<i>Montpelier Journal.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Uncle Tom may stand aside for the present. Mrs. Stowe may herself, as -well as her readers, listen to the tale of a New Bedford sailor. His -narrative is one that cannot fail to move both to smiles and -tears,—containing touches of the broadest and most genial humor, as well -as passages of simple pathos, which dissolve the soul in sympathy.—<i>B. -H. Aurora.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>Possessing all the interest of real adventure, with all the -attractiveness of romance, we do not wonder at its popularity.—<i>Boston -Atlas.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>We have never before perused any personal narrative that has interested -us as this one.—<i>Fountain and Journal, Me.</i></p> - -<p class='c013'>We have scarcely been able to leave its attractive pages. If the reader -wishes to be amused, instructed, delighted, and benefited, he cannot do -better than to procure a copy.—<i>Gardiner Evening Transcript.</i></p> - -<p class='c037'><span class='large'>THE HISTORY OF BANKING;</span> with a Comprehensive -Account of the Origin, Rise, and Progress of the Banks of England, Ireland, -and Scotland. By <span class='sc'>William John Lawson</span>. First American -Edition. Revised, with numerous additions. By <span class='sc'>J. Smith Homans</span>, -Editor of Bankers’ Magazine. 1 vol. octavo, 2,00.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='large'>☞</span> A novel book, yet interesting and instructive; containing -anecdotes of men who have figured largely in the business, cases of -forgeries, counterfeits, detections, trials, etc.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_324'>324</span><span class='xlarge'>WORKS JUST ISSUED.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c012' /> -<p class='c037'><span class='large'>VISITS TO EUROPEAN CELEBRITIES.</span> By <span class='sc'>William B. -Sprague</span>, D. D. 12mo, cloth. $1.00.</p> - -<p class='c013'>It consists of a series of Personal Sketches, <span class='fss'>DRAWN FROM LIFE</span>, -of many of the most distinguished men and women of Europe, with whom the -author became acquainted in the course of several European tours. They -are portrayed as the author saw them in their own homes, and under the -most advantageous circumstances. Accompanying the sketches are the -<span class='sc'>Autographs</span> of each of the personages described. This unique -feature of the work adds in no small degree to its attractions. For the -social circle, for the traveller by railroad and steamboat, for all who -desire to be refreshed and not wearied by reading, the book will prove -to be a most agreeable companion. The public press, of all shades of -opinion, north and south, have given it a most flattering reception.</p> - -<p class='c037'><span class='large'>THE STORY OF THE CAMPAIGN.</span> A Complete Narrative -of the War in Southern Russia. Written in a Tent in the Crimea. -By Major <span class='sc'>E. Bruce Hamley</span>, author of “Lady Lee’s Widowhood.” -With a new Map, expressly for the work. 12mo. Thick. Printed -paper covers. 37½ cents.</p> - -<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Contents.</span>—The Rendezvous; The Movement to the Crimea; First -Operations in the Crimea; Battle of the Alma; The Battle-field; The -Katcha and the Balbek; The Flank March; Occupation of Balaklava; The -Position before Sebastopol; Commencement of the Siege; Attack on -Balaklava; First Action of Inkerman; Battle of Inkerman; Winter on the -Plains; Circumspective; The Hospitals on the Bosphorus; Exculpatory; -Progress of the Siege; Burial Truce; View of the Works.</p> - -<p class='c013'>It is the only connected and continuous narrative of the War in Europe -that has yet appeared. The author is an officer of rank in the British -army, and has borne an active part in the campaign; he has also won a -brilliant reputation as an author. By his profession of arms, by his -actual participation in the conflict, and by his literary abilities, he -is qualified in a rare degree for the task he has undertaken. The -expectations thus raised will not be disappointed.</p> - -<p class='c037'>TRAGIC SCENES IN THE HISTORY OF MARYLAND -AND THE OLD FRENCH WAR. With an account of various -interesting contemporaneous events which occurred in the early settlement -of America. By <span class='sc'>Joseph Banvard</span>, A. M. With numerous -elegant Illustrations. 12mo, cloth. 60 cents.</p> - -<p class='c013'>“The volume is one of a series by the same author, and all those who -have purchased its predecessors will be sure to buy the present -work.”—<span class='sc'>Hartford Press.</span></p> - -<p class='c013'>“We commend the work to our readers as a capital one for the instruction -as well as the amusement of youth.”—<span class='sc'>Boston Atlas.</span></p> - -<hr class='c040' /> - -<p class='c013'><span class='large'>☞</span> G. & L. would call attention to their extensive list of -publications, embracing valuable works in <span class='sc'>Theology</span>, -<span class='sc'>Science</span>, <span class='sc'>Literature and Art</span>; <span class='sc'>Text Books for -Schools and Colleges</span>, and <span class='sc'>Miscellaneous</span>, etc., in large -variety, the productions of some of the ablest writers and most -scientific men of the age, among which will be found those of Chambers, -Hugh Miller, Agassiz, Gould, Guyot, Marcou, Dr. Harris, Dr. Wayland, Dr. -Williams, Dr. Ripley, Dr. Kitto, Dr. Tweedie, Dr. Choules, Dr. Sprague, -Newcomb, Banvard, “Walter Aimwell,” Bungener, Miall, Archdeacon Hare, -and others of like standing and popularity, and to this list they are -constantly adding.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<p class='c013'> </p> -<div class='tnbox'> - - <ul class='ul_1 c003'> - <li>Transcriber’s Notes: - <ul class='ul_2'> - <li>Missing or obscured punctuation was silently corrected. - </li> - <li>Typographical errors were silently corrected. - </li> - <li>Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation were made consistent only when a predominant - form was found in this book. - </li> - </ul> - </li> - </ul> - -</div> -<p class='c013'> </p> - -<div style='display:block; margin-top:4em'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WHISTLER ***</div> -<div style='text-align:left'> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'> -Updated editions will replace the previous one—the old editions will -be renamed. -</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'> -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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