J -pz- "/'/' Iftto roto f 0plsr Sprits for op anir THE AIMWELL STORIES; A SERIES OP 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 contain about 300 pages, IGmo, each, bound in cloth, with gilt backs. Price 03 cents. KtjEach volume is complete and independent of itself, but the scries will be con- nected together by a partial identity of characters, localities. Sec. The first five volumes of this series are now ready. They are entitled: OSCAR; or, the Boy who had Ids own Way. WHISTLER; or, the Manly Boy. CLLVTOA' ; or, Boy-Life in the Country. MARCUS ; or, the Boy-Tamer, i NOW Ready.) ELLA ; or, Turning over a New Leaf ! JESSIE ; or, Trying to be Somebody, i Shortly) NOTICES OP THE PRESS. In the department of juvenile literature, the ' Aimwell Stories' have fairly come tii rival the ' Rolla Books ' in the affections of the young people. The author when he conceived the plan of the series, struck a vein which he has since been work- ing with rich and constantly increasing success. [Boston Transcript. One of the best series for the young ever written. Every family of children ought to have them. [Chicago Congregational Herald. They arc written with great skill for the tastes and necessities of children, and they are written conscientiously, with a moral and Christian effort unobtrusively operative upon every page. [Congrcgationalist. A better series of books for children were never written. The author has studied deeply and accurately the feelings, hopes, and thoughts of youth. [Boston Mail. The author of the ' Aimwell Stories ' has a happy knack at combining amuse- ment and instruction. Under the guise of a story, he not only teaches a moral les- son, which is or ought to be a leading object of every tale for children, but he gives his readers instruction in philosophy, geography, and various other sciences. . So happily are these introduced, however, that the youthful reader must learn in spite of himself. [Boston Journal. It is the best series of juvenile books with which we are acquainted. [North- ampton Gazette. We have spoken repeatedly, and with unqualified commendation, of this series of juvenile volumes. It would be difficult to exaggerate their merits as a Bource of amusement and instruction to children. [American Patriot. (it a) NATIONAL SERIES OF AMERICAN HISTORIES. By Rev. Joseph Huiivard. PLYMOUTH AND THE PILGRIMS , or, Incidents of Adventures in the History of the First Settlers. With Illustrations. ICmo, cloth, 60 cts. When once taken up it will not be laid down without regret until finished. Courier. An exceedingly interesting volume. Am. Traveller. 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Neither too childish for adults, nor yet too difficult of comprehension for children. They will delight as well as instruct. Mercantile Journal. Interesting scenes and events in the New World are here brought together and in- vested with a charm that is irresistible by old as well as young. Ch. Intelligencer. ROMANCE OF AMERICAN HISTORY; or, an Account of the Settlement of North Carolina and Virginia, embracing the tragic Incidents connected with the Spanish Settlements, French Colonies, Eng- lish Plantation at Jamestown, Captivity of Captain Smith, the Adven- tures of Pocahontas, etc. With Illustrations. 60 cents. All the interest of romance, and the addition of veritable history. Puritan Rec. It is a most pleasing and instructive book. Home Journal. Interesting as a novel, and a thousand times more profitable reading. Lit. Me. Every library should be furnished with this Series of American Histories. N. B. farmer. Admirably fitted for family reading, and calculated to interest the young. Trav. At'ractive series of books founded on the early history of our country ; it will make most valuable addition to all family libraries. Arthur's Gazette. No more interesting and instructive reading can be put into the hands of youth. Portland Transcript. The series will embrace the most interesting and important events which have oc- curred in the United States since the settlement of the country. Each volume to ba complete in itself i and yet, when all are published, they will together form a regular SIKHS nr AMFitirv Hrs-romics - CHRISTMAS TRKE. (Si-c p. -JUS.) MARCUS; O K, T HE B O Y-TAME R. B T WALTER AIMWELL, AUTHOR OP " WHISTLER," " ELLA," " CLINTON,'' " OSCAR," ETC. WITH ILLUSTRATIONS. BOSTON: QOULD AND LINCOLN, 59 WASHINGTON STREET. NEW YORK: SHELDON, BLAKEJIAN & CO. CINCINNATI : GEORGE S. BLANCHARD. 1858. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1857 by GOULD AND LINCOLN, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts H.IOTROTTPHD BT W. F. DRAPER, ANDOVER, MASS. PRINTTD BT GEO. C. RAND & AVERY BOSTON PREFACE. A LEADING aim of this little volume is to point out to elder brothers and sisters some of the ways in which they may exert a happy influ- ence upon the younger members of the family. It also attempts, incidentally, to set forth the idea, that the best system of government for a child is that which trains him to govern him- self. But while the author hopes his pages will not be wholly unsuggestive to such parents and " children of a larger growth" as may honor them with a perusal, he trusts there will remain enough both of story and moral for his younger readers, for whom, after all, MARCUS and the other volumes of this series are especially in- tended. 1* ADVERTISEMENT. "PRECEPTS MAT 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 try well the foundations of their charac- ters, 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 " Aimwcll 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 WAT. II. CLIXTOX ; OR, BOY-LIFE ix THE COUXTRY. III. ELLA ; OR, TURXIXG OVER A NEW LEAF. IV. WHISTLKR ; OR, THE MAXLY BOY. V. MARCUS ; OR, THE BOY-TAMER. VI. JESSIE; OR, TRYIXG TO BE SOMEBODY. (In preparation.) CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. THE PAGES. MMk The stage coming A sharp pair of eyes Hover's greeting The two passengers Warm greetings Oscar Ronald's opinion of him His judgment corrected The farm Capt. Page's last voyage How the farm was managed The boarders Ronald His early orphanage A temporary home Marcus's proposal Its success The little savage tamed Oscar's bear- ing His good purposes Difficulties The secret A lesson to learn Oscar's career, 19 CHAPTER II. THE NEW COMER. The lion of the day Oscar's plans A few days' leisure The flock of sheep Other attractions Willing idleness The agreement in relation to Oscar An inducement to industry Oscar's work laid out Fair play enjoined Lord of the wood- shed Volunteers Keeping the pile good Cutting hay and roots Feeding the stock Special pets Taking care of the horses Milking the cows Sundry jobs Studies Tlay-time Daily lessons, 32 VIII CONTENTS. CHAPTER III. A BOY'S INFLUENCE. PAGE. Kate and the boys Indian ink prickings Ear boring Smart- ings Exhibiting the marks Doing as other boys do The beauty of Indian ink art A relic of heathen ism "VVhy the ancients marked themselves No moral guilt incurred by the boys Soap and water of no avail What Oscar said A doubt- ful star Unsuspected listeners Sam Hapley His family The mortgage A sad change Influence of large boys Power of example An illustration A good purpose, 43 CHAPTER IV. UP THE MOUNTAIN. An abandoned project A party for Prescott's Peak Anecdotes of Rover Other knowing dogs Kouald's story Was it a lie? A cast-off snake's skin Black snakes The pond Mysterious operations Setting the water afire The experi- ment explained Fire-damps Steamboats engulfed in flames The Mountain Old Gooden His adventure with a steel trap How he lived His family The cabin The spruce gum trade A foolish habit The top of the mountain The view A monument proposed The stones The pole The descent Something left behind A generous and a mean spirit I ton ii Id's return Wearing veils The reproof The veil restored Difficulties of the descent The lost cap "Tit for tat" The cap reclaimed Arrival home, 55 CHAPTER V. THE BLOTTED 'WRITING-BOOK. A welcome announcement Marcus as teacher Favors solicited Demonstrations of joy A sudden change Eonald's expla- CONTENTS. IX PAGE. nation The blotted writing-book Punishment Resistance and escape An omitted particular Assault and battery How Marcus proposed to settle the matter Mrs. Page's misgiv- ings The case discussed Nature of school government An interview with the teacher Her version of the affair Ronald's impudence The writing-book examined A discovery The disgrace of expulsion The teacher's terms of settlement Ron- ald rejects them Motives urged Unhappiness The last resort A motive that cannot be resisted Going to school Outside annoyances The confession The teacher's response Her confession. The unknown offender Ronald subdued, . . 75 CIIAPTEK VI. LETTER- W BITING. How Oscar discharged his duties His lessons Unanswered letters A bad way The day devoted to letter-writing " Yes " and "No" Why Marcus spoke of the subject Wandering thoughts A strange bird A day dream The proud conquest A perilous descent The prize secured The dream ended The newspaper Scribbling Apologies The eagle becomes a hawk Marcus astonished Oscar's excuses A ride lost Finds himself a prisoner A light dinner The task finished A plan to encourage letter-writing Kate's achievements in that line A domestic post office The plan unfolded A vote taken Choosing a name Rules adopted, 92 CHAPTER VII. THE RAIN POWER. The letterbox The first mail The invitation A storm pre- dicted The water boils away The prediction fulfilled Sorry : CONTENTS. PAGE. mishaps Fretfulness Selfishness The rain not needless Quantity not excessive A few calculations Wonderful results Annual fall of rain Kainy regions Little and often better than much and seldom Object of the tropical rains How the water forms clouds Evaporation Effects of heat Why vapor rises Visible vapors Office of the winds Why the rain falls Snow and hail Snow crystals The Sahara South American deserts Poetry Bryant's " Rain Dream," 110 CHAPTER VIII. INSUBORDINATION. Marcus's theory of government How it worked with Oscar Apprehended failure A consultation A forbidden intimacy Tobacco The letter Ten arguments against tobacco, and one for it An ineffectual remonstrance Mrs Page's decision Oscar plainly dealt with His demeanor The circus bill The excitement suddenly allayed Objections to the circus Os- car's opinion A caution Arrival of the circus Oscar visits the grounds Who he met there The donkey race Otis A recognition An unfortunate exposure Alfred Walton An ofler Oscar declines Solicitations and motives He is pressed into the tent Late return home Is called to account Pun- ishment A prisoner on parole Inviolability of the parole The Turkish soldiers Oscar 's promise Repentings, ... 131 CHAPTER IX. CORRESPONDENCE. The " Letter-writing Society " A letter from Oscar to Marcus An explanation A secret trouble A good purpose Marcus to CONTENTS. XI PAGE. Oscar The explanation examined The blame not wholly re- moved The secret Self-government The several steps An illustration How Mr. Ease is snubbed The victory Self-de- nial the law of life Power of habit A proposal from Otis A criticism by Kate The critic criticised Advantage of not tak- ing things upon trust Kate convicted An apology Some- thing about "the old maid" One of her letters The four dogs, 151 CHAPTER X. A WOUNDED CONSCIENCE. Ellen Blake A place wanted A suggestion Mrs. Page decides to take Ellen The school prizes Another blotted writing- book Lewis Daniels His singular conduct The teacher's suspicions "What she said to Lewis His reply Guilt betrayed His confession A singular reason for blotting his book Another sin confessed A mystery cleared up Stings of con- science Seeking peace by new sins The teacher's forgiveness . A duty to Ronald A duty to God Prayer Lewis con- fesses his fault to Ronald Anger checked The penitent for- given The examination Ronald takes two prizes, .... 163 CHAPTER XI. INDOOR AMUSEMENTS. A disappointment Amusements The new play " Conglomer- ation " A queer medley of words The sentences read Rare sport The " Hay Mow Debating Society" Questions discussed A riddle A puzzle Turk and Christian puzzle A prolific word of seven letters Angles Oscar's puzzle XII CONTENTS. PAGE. Half of nine The Arabs and their dinner The carpenter's dispute Story of Audley. the miser A hard bargain Results of arithmetical progression The figure 9 Its wonderful prop- erties Multiplying by 5 Magic Squares Other diversions, 174 CHAPTER XII. THE NEWSPAPER. How the newspaper originated Its name How it was managed The first number Disappointed correspondents A surprise number How it was got up A transcript of the third num- ber Lines to Ronald An exercise for scholars Nothing insignificant I can't To correspondents News items Small beginnings Vanity, a fable Rover's communication The snow A cunning fellow Gleanings, 193 CIIAPTEll XIII. HASTER PAGE. The new satchel Otis homesick Eonald's impatience The academy commences Incidents of the first day Oscar a mon- itor Why Otis and Ronald were not seated together Lewis Daniels The boy who did n't care for Marcus Ronald's nick- name Jessie Hapley Why she went to the academy " Try- ing to be somebody" Abby Leonard Eating chalk and drinking vinegar Mr. Upton's sickness Marcus principal pro tern. An alarming proposal He accedes to it His experi- ence as principal The troublesome boys Marcus re-seats them The snow image Charlie Wilder A statue in snow What is required to make a statue Drawing A specimen by Charlie His wish gratified An anonymous note Inter- CONTENTS. XIII PAGE. dieted keys Oscar at fault The rebuke Ronald's mischiev- ousness Snapping nut shells His punishment His seat changed An increase of lessons proposed Required for his mental discipline, and to keep him out of mischief Otis in school A hard sum What Marcus told Georgiana Why the same direction would not answer for Otis The difference in scholars The stimulus of shame successfully applied. . . . 201 CHAPTER XIV. THE TROUBLESOME 8CHOLAB. Harrison Clark A threat His career Assault upon his teacher Trial and sentence One good trait Harrison's mother His conduct towards Marcus Kindness repelled Coughing Objections to it Can be controlled Harrison's impertinence Bears in town Preparations for a hunt Warlike appear- ances G oing off at recess Requests denied Harrison's flight Ineffectual attempt to bring him back The hunting party Turkey Hill Forming a ring Testing the connection The advance Closing up the circle Reports of muskets The two bears Dragging the trophies home How they were dis- posed of Harrison at school again His coolness Detained after school How he enjoyed the hunt Frankness Marcus mildly points out Harrison's misconduct Two ways of meeting the evil Severity and kindness Failure of both Candid admissions Expulsion Its evils A talk about Harrison's mother A frank wa.rning The question Subdued bearing Harrison's decision Confession of his fault His sincerity severely tested The offence forgiven The boy saved, . . 222 2 XIV CONTENTS CHAPTEE XV. SAM HAPLEY. PAGE. A neglected farm Out of fuel Going to the wdbds The pipe and jug Parting admonitions A scene in the woods Going home Effects of the cider Greenwood and the rheumatism The cows and their dinner Benny absent Sam's assault upon him His father's anger Origin of the trouble A scuf- fle between Sam and his father Sam bound and flogged The outcry Interference Marcus intercedes A rude repulse Sam released Marcus expostulates He is silenced Sam's disappearance Absent for a week His return His arrest Searching for stolen property It is found A sad shock to Jessie Her self-control Growing recklessness of Mr. Hapley A visit to Sam His confession His flight Adventures on the road Mack, the thief Housebreaking The alarm Sam's escape Mack caught How Sam was tracked Preparations for the trial What the judge thought of the case The sen- tence, 242 CHAPTER XVI. MERRY DAYS AND SAD ONB8. A merry Christmas "Who got the start ? Presents for Oscar Letters Loss of the brig "Susan" Jerry missing The Christmas festival Declamations and dialogues Tableaux and music The Christmas tree Its fruit Santa Glaus His speech Gathering the fruit Refreshments New Year's morning Sad news from Benny Hapley Marcus his Sabbath school teacher His interest in Benny His sadness A pleas- ant surprise A present from Harrison His gratitude A CONTENTS. XV visit to Benny His prediction Anticipations of heaven Mr. Hapley's agony His promise to Benny Benny's coldness Growing dark A mysterious light Parting kisses One for Sam The spirit takes its flight Effects of the scene upon Mar- cus His new purposes, 263 CHAPTER XVII. ADVERSITY. Mr. Hapley signs the pledge Empties his liquors A desperate struggle Opinions of the neighbors Mr. Todd's prediction How it was treated What Mr. Todd was supposed to be after Uncharitableness Difficulty of acquiring self-government in mature life Mazeppa and the wild horse Mr. Hapley's re- lapse Loss of self-confidence and self-respect A visit to the rum-shop His prolonged absence A terrible snowstorm Henry despatched for Marcus Marcus goes in search of Mr. Hapley The search abandoned Morning The frozen horse and rider The snow grave Poverty Jessie's trials The administrator's advice Jessie's plans Her self-sacrificing spirit Words of comfort Henry's brave words He finds a new home Jessie provided for Mrs. Hapley returns to her father's 280 CHAPTEE XVIII. THE DIALOGUE. Rivalry among the academy students The motto on the black- board Praiseworthy motives The student's true motive XVI CONTENTS. PAGE. Ronald's request The plan for a dialogue How Marcus pro- posed to help Ronald The work completed Dialogue of " Head and Foot " Speech of John Head A severe examin- ation How the boys were put through their paces One pace not exhibited An explosion AVliat is Congressional usage The prizes Their unequal distribution How the . boys proposed to equalize matters John's prize volume Mas- ter Foot called up The complimentary address The presen- tation Dinner-pot suggestions Curious resemblances Foot doubts his claim to the testimonial A bet Head smells a rat, but concludes not to back out The cabbage fastened upon him The wager won Master Foot's generosity Master Head's magnanimous response The treat View of the testi- monial, 294 CHAPTER XIX. CLOSE OB 1 THE TERM. Oscar's disappointment No letter from home An agreeable surprise A successful examination The exhibition The prizes The surprise party Presentation to Mr. Upton The " Academy Offering " Its history Mr. Upton's acceptance of the gift Another surprise The writing-desk Harrison's address to Marcus The reply A secret well kept Gratitude of Oscar's parents The inscription in Oscar's prize volume, . 308 jfHvrfritifif. THE CHRISTMAS TREE, ..... FRONTISPIECE. VIGNETTE, . TITLE PAGE. THE SHEEP, 34 AN ORNAMENTED FACE, 47 THE BLACK SNAKE, ,9 THE MOUNTAIN CABIN, . 63 THE EAGLE'S NEST. 98 SNOW CRYSTALS, 125 DONKEY RACE 141 MAKING FOUR DOGS OUT OF Two 162 ANGLES, 182 THE GARDEN TUZZLE (two figures) RONALD'S SATCHEL THE STAG AND DOG, ......... MR. HAPLEY AND HIS FRIEND, ...... THE BURGLARS, MAZEPPA ON THE WILD HORSE, ...... THE TESTIMONIAL, 2* M ARC US, CHAPTER I. THE PAGES. "mHERE'S the stage, mother! It's coming round the Bend, do n't you hear it ? Hark! how near it sounds! I shall see it in a minute. There it is, now ! And there 's some- body on the top with Mr. Peters ; yes, there are two or three persons. I '11 bet Marcus and Oscar are there ; do n't you believe they are ? I 'd ride outside, if I were they ; would n't you, mother ? " "You had better not be too jubilant, Ronald," 20 OX THE LOOK-OUT. calmly replied the lady addressed. "Have you forgotten how disappointed you were last night ? " " O, well, it is n't likely they will disappoint us again," replied the boy. " I know they will come, this time, just as well as I want to. See! that's Marcus himself I know him by his straw hat, and his brown linen sack that he wore to keep the dust off his clothes. And that boy by the side of him is Cousin Oscar, is n't it ? Look ! is n't that Oscar, Aunt Fanny?" Aunt Fanny looked towards the stage-coach, still nearly a quarter of a mile distant ; but her eyes were not sharp enough to distinguish the countenance of any one upon it, and she could not relieve the impatient boy from his suspense. "I wonder what he looks like, any way," resumed Ronald. "I can tell, just as soon as I see him, whether I shall like him or not. Why, I should think he was as big as Sam Hapley. He looks a little like him, too, from here, does n't he, mother? " "I can't tell; he is hardly within the range of my vision, yet," replied Mrs. Page. " Now Marcus is pointing this way," continued llonald. " I' 11 bet he sees me, and is telling Oscar THE STAGE-COACH. 21 who I am. Why, mother, can 't you sec them now ? I can almost hear them talk." "Yes, that is Marcus, and there is Oscar, too," said Aunt Fanny, after gazing a few moments at the approaching coach. " Did n't I tell yoii so ! " exclaimed Ronald, rub- bing his hands with glee, and dancing on the green sward around the door. " Speak to them, Rover ! " he added, calling to a handsome spaniel that lay in the middle of the road, beneath the shade of a tree. The dog sprang to meet the stage-coach, which was now within a few rods of the house ; and, rec- ognizing his master, he frisked around the horses, and manifested his satisfaction by a variety of sig- nificant signs. Mr. Peters, the driver, reined up his hvrses at the farm house, and a young man, about eighteen years of age, jumped off, followed by a lad some three years younger. The first of these was Mar- cus Page, and this was his home, from which he had been absent about ten days, on a visit to Bos- ton, and other places in Massachusetts. The other passenger was his cousin, Oscar Prestor,, whose parents resided in Boston, but who had come to 22 GREETINGS. live with the family for a season. He appeared a little embarrassed, as he extended his hand to his two aunts, Mrs. Page, and her maiden sister, Miss Lee ; but the cordial welcome which they extended to him, instantly put him at his ease. Meanwhile, little Ronald was gazing earnestly at the new comer, evidently settling in his mind the important question which was to be decided at first sight, when Marcus said " Here, Oscar, let me make you acquainted with Master Ronald, my proteye. Ronald, this is Cousin Oscar. You will soon be good friends, if I am not greatly mistaken." The boys shook hands, and then Ronald, proffer- ing his services, helped Oscar to carry his trunk into the house. By the time the travellers had re- moved the dust from their persons and clothing, supper was ready, and the family sat down to the table. Much of the conversation, during the meal, was addressed to Oscar, and many inquiries were made concerning his parents, sisters, and brothers. He sustained his part with the ease and freedom of one who is accustomed to society, his first shy- ness having quite disappeared. Ronald watched O S C A B . 23 him with much interest, and seemed still in doubt whether to like him or not. After tea, when Oscar had gone out with Marcus to the barn, Miss Lee, remembering Ronald's remark, inquired " Well, Ronald, what do you think of Oscar ? " " I think he feels pretty smart ; and I never saw a city chap but what did," replied Ronald. " Why, what makes you think so ? " inquired Miss Lee. " I do n't know I can 't tell," said the boy, hesi- tatingly. " But if you do really think so, you ought to be able to give a reason for it," added Miss Lee. " Well," continued Ronald, " I suppose it 's be- cause he speaks up so smart, and eats so genteelly, and wears such nice lothes, and and is so good- looking," he added, laughing at the idea. " I think you are mistaken in him," replied Miss Lee. " His dress is such as boys in the city, of his age and class, usually wear; and his manners are those of a boy who is familiar with good so- ciety. Perhaps he is a trifle too forward, for one of his age, I think a little bashfulncss becomes a boy, sometimes ; but I never saw anything like pride in 24 T H E F A R M . him. He has been about the world a good deal, for one so young, and that, I suppose, has Avorn off his bashfulness." "Then I guess I shall like him, if he isn't proud," said Ronald, and aAvay he ran, to join Mar- cus and Osear, who were taking a general survey of the farm. Mrs. Page's farm is situated in one of the pleas- ant mountain towns in Vermont, which, if it does not bear the name of Highburg on the map, will not, we trust, resent the act, if we venture to give it that designation, in this volume. It is located at the foot and on the sides of the Green Moun~ tains, and within sight of one of their highest peaks, the Camel's Hump. Mr. Page Avas a sea captain, who, thinking it more pleasant to plough the land than the AvaA*e, purchased this farm in his native State, intending to make it his residence. When the IICAV house and barns Avere completed, and the farm stocked with herds and flocks, and everything ready for occupancy, Capt. Page found that his money Avas all spent. Not having confidence enougli in his agricultural skill to enter upon his new sphere of life Avithout something in hand for THE LAST VOYAGE. 25 an emergency, he determined to make one more voyage before he abandoned the sea. So he en- gaged a man to manage the farm during his ab- sence, and, removing Mrs. Page and Marcus to their new home, he sailed on a whaling cruise, ex- pecting to be .gone about three years. It proved his last voyage in a sadder sense than he intended, for he never returned from it. Three, five, ten years passed away, but the missing ship was never heard from, and the owner of the farm never came back to enjoy the pleasant home he had prepared for himself. Mr. Burr, whom Capt. Page employed to oversee the farm, had managed its out-door af- fairs during all this period, although Marcus, within a few years, had taken a good share of the burden upon himself. During the winter months, indeed Marcus now undertook the whole management of the farm. At this time the stock consisted of two horses, six or eight head of cattle, about seventy- five sheep, and a quantity of poultry. "When Oscar returned to the house, he found a boy and girl seated at the supper table, who were introduced to them as Katharine and Otis Sedg- wick. They were brother and sister, and were 3 26 RONALD. pupils of the village academy, a mile or more dis- tant. Katharine was about fourteen years old, and Otis some two years younger. They boarded at Mrs. Page's, and, with the persons already named, constituted the entire family. Ronald, who called Mrs. Page mother, was a boy about twelve years old, whom she had under- taken to bring up. His pai-ents were French Cana- dians, who had emigrated to the vicinity of High- burg, where they both died within a short time, leaving the poor child without friends or money. He was then about eight years old. Some of the kind people of the town wished to prevent his becoming a pauper, and tried to find a home for him ; but, although he was a bright and interesting child, he could not speak English very plain, and was, moreover, very strange and wild in his man- ners and appearance, so that no one was willing to take him. Pitying his friendless lot, Mrs. Page at length offered to keep him a few weeks, till other arrangements could be made in his behalf. A month sped by, and no door opened for the little orphan but that of the poor-house. Wild, ignorant, unused to restraints, full of mischief, incapable of speaking RONALD'S HISTORY. 27 or understanding the language of the family, and, in fact, almost as uncivilized as an Indian child, Mrs. Page found the new care a burden too great, and concluded that she must give up her charge to the town authorities. When Marcus heard of this decision, he felt very badly. Thcr.e was something about the little stranger, and his pitiable condition, that won upon his heart. So he put in a plea with his mother and Aunt Fanny in his behalf, and by way of fur- ther inducement, volunteered his own assistance in educating and training the child ! Such an offer, from a boy who had but just passed his fourteenth birth-day, might provoke a smile from some people, and very properly, too. But neither Mrs. Page nor her sister thought of laughing at the sugges- tion. Marcus was not only a good scholar and a good boy, but he was more manly and mature, both in mind and body, than many youth of his age. A Ronald was more than six years his junior, it seemed plausible that Marcus might assist very much in making a man of him, and thus relieve his mother of a portion of the care. It was decided to try the experiment, and the result was so successful, 28 THE WILD BOY TAMED. that Mr. Upton, the principal of the academy, gave Marcus the title of " The Boy-Tamer." The boys soon became greatly attached to each other, and Marcus, by his example, influence and teachings, assisted very much iu reclaiming the little savage. After a year or two, he was able to take upon himself almost the entire management of Ronald* directing his studies, imposing upon him his daily tasks about the farm, and generally exercising over him the authority and discipline of a father. Ro- nald, indeed, used sometimes to speak of him sport- ively as his " adopted father," and no doubt he seemed somewhat like a parent to the fatherless boy. His name, originally, was Ronald Doucette ; but his new friends had given him their own name of Page, retaining Doucette as a middle name. "How do you think Oscar appears, mother?" inquired Marcus, as soon as the withdrawal of the young folks to their bed-rooms left him alone witli his mother and aunt. " Very well," replied Mrs. Page. " He is a boy that can make a good appearance, if he chooses to. How does he seem pleased Avith Ms new home ? " TALK ABOUT OSCAR. 29 " He does n't say much about it," replied Marcus. " But he said, before we left Boston, that he was determined to be contented, whether or no. He is glad enough to come here, and I think he means to behave well. I told him this was probably his last chance, and that if he did not do well here, he would have to go back to the Reform School, and serve his full sentence out. But I do n't think we shall have much trouble with him. He has behaved well in the institution, and he says he is deter- mined to reform." "And yet I am afraid he will find more difficul- ties in the way than he imagines," interposed Mrs. Page. "But the difficulties here are nothing to what they would be in the city," added Marcus. "Xo- body need know anything about his past life, here, and besides, he will be out of the way of his old associates and temptations." " I think we ought to be very careful," said Aunt Fanny, " never to say anything about his past bad conduct, even to him. Nothing would discourage him so much as to have it known here that he had been a bad boy." 3* 30 S C A K ' S CHARACTER. " I told him," replied Marcus, " that nobody here but we three knew anything about that, not even Ronald; and I promised that it should be kept a secret, so long as he behaved well. He seemed very glad to hear it." " Pie certainly has a favorable opportunity to make a new start in life, and I hope he will improve it," said Mrs. Page. " We shall have to take a little time to study his character, before we can tell exactly how to man- age him," continued Marcus. " I found out every- thing I could about him from his mother, and I think I begin to understand his disposition. The great lesson he has got to learn, is, to govern him- self. Now that he has found, by experience, that if he does not put himself under restraint, others will do it for him, I think he is in a good state to learn this lesson." The subject of these remarks Avas at this time between fifteen and sixteen years of age. He had been a headstrong, wayward boy, and had given his parents much pain. At one time, they sent him to live with an uncle in the village of Brook- dale, in Maine, for the purpose of getting him OSCAR'S CAREER. 31 away from his evil associates ; but while there, he set fire to a large quantity of cut wood, which was destroyed, and was in consequence sent to jail, from which he was released only on his father's promise to remove him from the State. He was then sent on a short voyage to sea, but came back worse than before. His next downward step was to join a band of juvenile thieves ; but his course was shortly afterward checked by his arrest, trial, and sentence to the Reform School during his minority, that is, until he should be twenty-one years old. After he had remained in this insti- tution about four months, his conduct having been good, and Mrs. Page, at the solicitation of Marcus, having offered to receive him into her family and endeavor to reform him, he was released by the officers, and given over to the care of his aunt and cousin ; and his appearance in Highburg, at this time, was in accordance with this arrange- ment.* * The character and career of Oscar are more fully set forth in the first two volumes of this series, namely, " Oscar," aiid " Clinton." CHAPTER II. THE NEAV- rriHE new-comer, Oscar, was very naturally the re- cipient of much attention, for a few days after his arrival. The advent of such a big boy in the fam- ily was an event of no trifling importance, in the eyes of the younger members of the household. Was he not a real Boston boy, and had he not seen so much of city life that, in his own language, he was sick of it ? Had he not also resided for months together in two or three other towns, far away from his home ? And, most strange of all, had he not actually made a voyage to the West Indies, in the capacity of sailor-boy? So, at least, it was currently reported, and so they all believed ; and surely a boy who had seen so much of the world must be something of a hero, they reasoned. Mean- PLANS. 33 while, the older members of the family were quietly watching their new charge, studying his disposi- tion, gaining insight into the secret springs of his character, and taking the measure of his mental acquirements and capacities. Oscar was expecting to attend the academy, during the coming winter ; but as it was now well advanced in the autumn term, he was to study at home until the new term commenced, about two months from this time, it being now the latter part of September. Marcus had graduated at this academy, a year previous, and had been invited to serve as assistant teacher, the coming winter. " What shall I do ? " inquired Oscar, the morning after his arrival, as he perceived that all the family were busily at work. " You need not do anything, just yet," replied his aunt. "You can look on and see us work, through the rest of this week, or amuse yourself in any way you please. By next Monday we will find something for you to do, and you can com- mence your studies, too, at the same time." The few days of leisure thus granted to Oscar did not hang veiy heavily upon his hands. He 34 THE SHEEP. found many things to interest and amuse him, about the farm. The greatest novelty to him, however, were the sheep, for he had never before lived where these pretty creatures formed a part of the farm stock. The pasture where they were kept became at once an attractive place, and it must be confessed that the groups of sheep and lambs, quietly nibbling the grass, or reclining at their ease in the beams of the morning sun, formed as beau- tiful a scene as could be found upon the farm. The WILLING IDLENESS. 35 cattle, horses, pigs and poultry, the capacious barns, with the deep and lofty hay-mows, the dairy, gran- ary, tool-house and wood-house, these, also, though more familiar objects to Oscar, were not without their attractions for him; while he found a still further source of amusement in accompanying Marcus and Ronald, as they went about their daily duties on the farm. Marcus was a little sorry to notice that Oscar did not appear to find idleness very irksome, nor to feel much anxiety about making himself useful. He seemed to think he had received a full dis- charge from labor for the rest of the week, and gave himself no more concern about it than though he was merely a boarder, like Katie and Otis, with whom he spent a good portion of his time. There were many little things in which his assistance, cheer- fully offered, would have been accepted with pleas- ure ; but we are sorry to say that these evidences of a " willing mind " were entirely wanting. And yet Oscar went to Highburg with the deter- mination of breaking up his old habits of idle- ness, and tho terms upon which he was received into the family, had been arranged with this end 36 THE AGBEEMEJTT. in view. He was to remain here not less than two years. His father insisted upon paying for his board, clothing and schooling, during his residence here ; but as one great object of the plan was to teach him to be industrious and useful, it was stip- ulated that he should do his share of the work on the farm, at all seasons of the year. It was further agreed that a fair sum should be allowed him for his services, to be paid to his father at the end of each year. If Oscar's conduct was satisfactory, this amount was to be paid over to him, when he reached the age of twenty-one. He thus had a real inducement to labor, in addition to the earnest entreaties of his parents ; and lest both of these motives should prove insufficient, Marcus and his mother were authorized, as a last resort, to enforce the fulfilment of Oscar's part of the contract, by any means they saw fit to employ. His parents well knew that he could not be effectually reformed, until lie had acquired habits of industry. Nothing more was said to Oscar about work, until Saturday afternoon, when Marcus, finding the boys engaged in pitching jack-knives on the barn floor, accosted his cousin as follows : FA IK PLAY ENJOINED. 37 "I suppose, Oscar, that you begin to feel as though you would like something to do ? " " "Why, yes, I am almost tired of doing nothing," replied Oscar, shutting up his knife, and putting it in his pocket. "Well, I can tell you something about your work and studies, noAV, if you wish," continued Marcus. "A good deal of your work, for awhile, will consist of odd jobs, which I cannot tell you about until they come along. For the present you must be ready for anything, in an emergency ; we will be able, by and by, to systematize the work a little better, so that you need n't rob Ronald or me of our shares." " No danger of that, I guess ! " said Oscar, with a laugh. " I do n't know about that," continued Marcus. " "We do n't have a very great amount of out-door work in the fall and winter, and with three pairs of hands to divide it amongst, I 'm afraid we may not all get our share, if we do n't have an under- standing about it. There 's one department, how- ever, that you shall have the sole charge of. Come this way." 38 LOKD OF THE WOOD-SHED. He led the way to the wood-house, followed by the boys, and added : " There, Oscar, you shall be lord of the wood- shed ; and if any body meddles with the saw, axe, chips, or wood-pile, without your leave, just let me know it. Only you must understand that if I should want to chop a stick occasionally, by way of exercise, I shall have the liberty to do it." " Oh yes, I '11 agree to that," replied Oscar. "And I too I like to split wood once in a while," interposed Otis. "And so do I," added Ronald. "No, no, boys, you are not to touch anything here without Oscar's leave," said Marcus. " He is to be captain here, so you had better stand round. You see, Oscar, there is a large pile ready for use, now. My rule is, to saw and split a little more every week than we use, so as to have a good sup- ply ahead, when cold weather sets in. I think you had better keep on in the same way, and make it a business, every day, or at least every other day, to add a little to the pile. It will also be a part of your work to see that a supply of wood is carried into the house every day." BARN WORK. 39 " I '11 help carry the wood in," said Ronald. " But I told you not to interfere with his busi- ness," replied Marcus. " Well, if he does n't like it, then I wont do it," rejoined Ronald, laughing. "As to the other work," resumed Marcus, "I shall want you to help cut up the hay, for one thing." " I know how to do that," said Oscar. " There will be a good deal of hay to cut, by and by, when the horses, cattle and sheep are all put up in the barn. And roots, too we shall soon begin to feed them out, and they will have to be cut." " I know how to do that, too," added Oscar. " You can help about feeding the animals, too. I think I shall let you have the whole care of the pigs, to begin with, after a day or two. You will find them very interesting pets especially the old sow ! " he added, with a laugh. " I might feed the horses," suggested Oscar, whose fancy for hogs was not very largely developed. " So you can, and I want you to learn to bed them, and clean them out, and rub them down, too." 40 SUNDRY JOBS. "I know how to do all that I used to do it down to Brookdale, very often," replied Oscar. "And I should like to have you help about milk- ing ; do you understand that ? " inquired Marcus. " I know a little about it, but I never liked it very well," replied Oscar, with some hesitation. " O, well, I dare say you will like it better after you get used to it," said Marcus. "But if you shouldn't, it wont make much difference. We all have to do some jobs that are not so pleasant as others." " I like to milk only it tires my wrists," said Ronald. " I can milk one cow, all alone, but Mar- cus wont let me, very often." "Next week," continued Marcus, " we must gather our apples, and you can help us about that. Then there will be the carrots, beets, turnips and cab- bages to get in, the seed-corn to harvest, corn to husk, snow to shovel, wood to haul, and various other jobs to do, through the winter. Do you think you can do your share of all this?" "I'll try to," replied Oscar. " Then there are your studies to be attended to," resumed Marcus. " I shall make out a list of them, PLAY-TIME. 41 for each day in the week, while you study at home. And you must have some time for play, in addition to all the rest, for ' all Avork and no play makes Jack a dull boy.' The first thing, every day, will be to attend to your regular morning's work. Then, if there are any errands or extra jobs to be done, they will come next in order. After that, you will get your lessons, and then will come the play- time." "How much time will he have for play?" in- quired Otis. " That will depend very much upon his diligence in doing his work and getting his lessons," replied Marcus. " I sha n't want much play-time," said Oscar, with a significant glance towards the couple of twelve- year-old urchins, who were evidently counting upon his companionship in their sports. " So much the better," replied Marcus with per- fect indifference, although, in his mind, he had some doubts about the last assertion. Marcus had previously examined Oscar in his studies, and, in the course of the afternoon, he gave him lessons for the coming Monday, and also 4* 42 DAILY LESSONS. handed him a written list of studies for each day in the week. The list is as follows : ORDER OF STUDIES TOR OSCAR PRESTON. ON MONDAY. Writing, Grammar, Arithmetic. ON TUESDAY. Grammar, Geography, Arithmetic. ON WEDNESDAY, Writing. Grammar. ON THURSDAY. Writing Geography, Gramrilar. ON FRIDAY. Geography, Arithmetic, Writing. ON SATURDAY. Arithmetic, Composition. Reading, Spelling and Defining, daily. CHAPTER III. A BOY'S INFLUENCE. silly boys! what are you doing?" ex- claimed Kate, one afternoon, as she found her brother and Ronald seated on a log behind the barn, busily engaged in pricking Indian ink into their hands, with needles. " You go away ; we do n't want you here," replied Otis, with rudeness, still pricking away with his needle, while the red and blue the blood and ink mingled and covered the spot upon which he was at work. " There ! it hurts, I know it does," said Kate, as her brother contracted his brows, and drew in his breath. " What ninnies you are to torture your- selves in that way, just for the sake of having some nasty ink pricked into your skin, where you never can get it out again ! " 44 PKICKINGS VS. BORIHGS. "I don't believe it hurts any more than having your ears bored; do you, Otis?" observed Ronald, remembering that Kate had lately submitted to the last-named operation. " Ko ; and 't is n't any more foolish, either," re- plied Otis. " Why, how absurd ! " exclaimed Kate. " Ladies have to get their ears bored, to wear ear-rings, and besides, it does n't hurt hardly any to bore them. I 'm sure there 's no comparison between the two things." She did not stop to hear what answer might be made to this remark, and perhaps it was well that she did not. " It does hurt, though ! " exclaimed Otis, as soon as his sister was out of hearing. " O, does n't it smart ! Come, let 's stop, now, and finish it some other time." " No, I Ve got mine almost done, and I 'm going to finish it now," replied Ronald, who was possessed of more endurance than his comrade. Ronald persevered, and in a few minutes, wiping off the blood and ink, a rude resemblance to a star appeared in the red, inflamed flesh, between his INDIAN INK ORNAMENTS. 45 thumb and forefinger. He seemed quite proud of the achievement, and going into the house, and extending his hand to Miss Lee, he accosted her with " See there, Aunt Fanny ! " "And see that, too!" said Otis, exhibiting his mark. "Mine isn't done yet, yon see. It was so sore I had to stop, but I 'm going to finish it some other time." " What put it into your heads to do that ? " in- quired Miss Lee. " O, nothing, only the other boys do it," replied Ronald. " Did n't you ever see Oscar's anchor ? " inquired Otis. " No, I did n't know he had an anchor," replied Miss Lee. " He has got a real handsome anchor on his arm, pricked in with Indian ink," continued Otis. " lie made it when he was at sea, and he has got a star like mine on his hand," said Ronald. " I have noticed the star," said Miss Lee ; " but what is the use of your marking yourselves in that way ? What do you do it for ? " 46 A PAGAN CUSTOM. " Why, it looks handsome," replied Ronald, with some hesitation. * " I do n't think so those black marks look ugly, to me," replied Miss Lee ; " besides, you never can wash them out." "Why, that's the beauty of it, Aunt Fanny," replied Ronald, with one of his roguish looks. There would n't be any fun in it if it washed out." " Perhaps you will think differently, some time or other," said Miss Lee. "But what hurt does it do ?" inquired Otis. " I do n't know that it does any harm," replied Miss Lee; "but it always seemed to me like a heathenish practice. Did you know that the old pagans \ised to mark themselves in that way, in honor of their idols ? " "What, did they prick Indian ink into their hands, as we do ? " inquired Ronald. " Sometimes they pricked the marks in," replied Miss Lee, " and sometimes they burnt and cut them into the flesh. If a man devoted himself to Jupiter, he marked himself with a thunderbolt, on the palm of his hand, or his wrist, or neck, or upon some other part of his body. If he chose Mars for his GKOUND OF OBJECTIONS. 47 god, then the mark was a helmet or spear. Soldiers and slaves used sometimes to be marked in the same way, to show to Avhat commander, or to what master, they belonged. Some tribes of savages, at the present day, are very fond of such ornaments, and tattoo their faces all over, by pricking dyes into their skins. There are sev- eral allusions to this cus- tom in the Bible, and the Jews were forbidden to practise it." "It's wicked, then, to make such marks, is n't it ? " inquired Otis. " No," replied Miss Lee, " so long as you do not make them in honor of any false god, nor with any bad motive, there is no sin in the act. The worst that can be said about it is, that it is a foolish cus- tom, and a relic of paganism and superstition." " I 'm going to see if I can't wash mine out, before it dries in," said Ronald, and he hurried off to the pump, followed by Otis. For a few minutes the boys worked as hard to rub out their new ornaments as they had labored, a 48 WHAT OSCAR SAID. little while before, to imprint them upon their hands. But water, soap, and even sand, were all in vain. The stars shone as brightly at the end as at the beginning of the effort. While thus engaged, Oscar came along, and, on seeing what the boys were about, indulged in a hearty laugh. " Why, you little fools ! " he exclaimed, " what are you trying to wash the ink out for ? " "Because we don't want it in," replied Ronald. " What did you prick it in for, then ? " continued Oscar. " Because we did n't know any better, then," said Ronald; "but Aunt Fanny says the heathen prick ink into their hands, and I don't want to be a heathen." "Well, if that isn't a great idea!" exclaimed Oscar, relapsing into another hearty laugh. "I suppose you think I 'in a heathen, then, do n't you ? " he continued. " Well, if I 'm a heathen, I guess there are a good many others around full as bad. I never heard any body say there was any harm in pricking a little Indian ink into your hand, and I do n't believe there is, if Aunt Fanny does say so." " She did n't say there was any harm in it," re- A QUESTIONABLE STAB. 49 plied Ronald. " She said she didn't like it, because it was doing as the heathen did." " So we ' do as the heathen do ' when we eat, but I sha n't give up eating on that account," observed Oscar. " Xor I, either," said Otis, who was very willing to be re-converted to the tattooing process. " I mean to finish my star what's the use of trying to wash it out ? " " Star ! do you call that thing a star ? " inquired Oscar, with a look of contempt. " But I have n't finished it," meekly interposed Otis. " No, I should n't think you had," added Oscar. "It looks more like a spider than a star. If I could n't make a better star than that with my eyes shut, I 'd put my head under a bushel basket." With this self-sufficient remark, Oscar walked off, and Ronald and Otis, having come to the conclusion that their stars were beyond the reach of soap and sand, also left the room. It happened that Mrs. Page and Miss Lee were sitting in an adjoining room, and overheard the conversation just related. One afternoon, some time after this occurrence, 50 SAMHAPLEY. as Oscar was sitting with his Aunt Fanny, in her chamber, studying his lessons, a boy of about his age came along, with a gun on his shoulder, and seeing Oscar at the open window, called him, in a low voice " Come, Oscar ; want to go over to Prescott's ? " " No, I can 't go ; I 've got my lessons to learn," replied Oscar. How long before you '11 be done ? " inquired the boy, whose name was Samuel Hapley, and who lived near by. " It will take me nearly all the afternoon, I sup- pose," replied Oscar. Then I'm off," said the boy, resuming his course. Oscar watched him somewhat wishfully for a minute or two, as he directed his course through the fields, and then turned to his books. Sam Hap- ley was the only boy near his own age in that part of the town ; and it also happened that he was the only boy in Highburghe had been cautioned against. His aunts and Marcus knew that he could not well avoid forming an acquaintance with Sam, and they did not forbid this; but they earnestly advised Oscar to associate with him as little as possible, THE MORTGAGE. 51 and to beware of his evil influence. Sam's father was intemperate. His mother was sickly, discour- aged and disconsolate. The children, of whom Sam was the oldest, were neglected, their father being cross and severe with all of them except.the young- est, and their mother always attempting to shield them from his displeasure, even when they had done wrong. The farm wore an air of thriftlessness, and, to crown their misfortunes, it was covered with mortgages.* " You got rid of him pretty easily, that time," said Miss Lee, as Sam passed along. " I know it ; but I should n't have gone if I had got my lessons," replied Oscar. " It makes me real sad to see how that boy has changed, within ten years," continued Miss Lee. *A mortgage is a pledge of property by a debtor to a creditor to secure a debt. For instance, a man who owns a farm wishes to borrow a thousand dollars, and to secure the lender from loss, he pledges his farm to him. The farm is then said to be mort- gaged. The borrower cannot dispose of it, and the lender is, in effect, its real owner, to the amount of his claim, until that claim is paid. If it should not be paid when due, the lender, or mort- gagee, as he is called, may sell the farm, after a certain time, and thus get his money back. When an intemperate man mortgages his property, there is little hope that he will ever redeem it. 52 A BOY'S INFLUENCE. " He was once a pretty, modest, gentle boy, and used to be quite a favorite of mine. Now, the coarse features of vice are settling upon his face, and he is said to be a very bad boy." " He swears like everything," remarked Oscar. " So I have heard," added Aunt Fanny. "Henry swears some, too," continued Oscar, alluding to a brother of Sam, about thirteen years old. "Ah, I am sorry to hear that," said his aunt. "But it isn't very strange, after all, with such an example before him. A boy of Sam's age exerts a great influence on his young brothers and sisters. The little children look up to the large ones with a sort of fear and respect, and copy their ways, and imitate their example, right or wrong. Did you ever think how much influence of this kind you may be exerting ? " " I do n't know that I ever thought much about it," replied Oscar. "Here are three children in the family," continued his aunt, " younger than you. The fact that you are older and have seen more of the world than they, while you are still a boy, gives you quite an AN ILLUSTRATION. 53 influence over their minds. You can increase or diminish that influence, according to the manner in which you treat them; but you can't wholly divest yourself of it. You must exert an influence over them, good or ill, in spite of yourself, and when you are not thinking of it. I saw an illustration of this, a few days ago. Otis and Ronald noticed that you had a star pricked into your hand, and what did they do but prick stars into theirs, as soon as they could get the materials ! " "Oh yes, I noticed that," said Oscar, laugh- ing. " That was a trifling thing," resumed Aunt Fanny but it illustrates a great truth. It shows how you are watched, and copied, and it ought to put you on your guard. You can use this influence so as to assist us in training the children to good habits, or, if you choose, you can do just the opposite. You see there is quite a responsibility resting upon you. If they see that you are studious, industrious and faithful, they will feel an influence drawing them in the same direction ; but if you exhibit any bad trait, it would not be strange if they should try to pattern after it." 5* 54 A GOOD PURPOSE. " I never thought much about that before, but I mean to look out for it now," sard Oscar. Nothing was said to Oscar in relation to his un- guarded remarks to the boys about tattooing, and he never knew that he was overheard by his aunt. That incident, however, gave the turn to the con- versation on this occasion. CHAPTER IV. UP THE MOUNTAIN. /""VSCAR, from the day of his arrival in Highburg, had expressed a desire to ascend some one of the lofty mountain peaks in the neighborhood ; and Marcus had made a sort of half promise to get up a party, some fine autumn day, to visit the Camel's Hump, the highest eminence in that part of the State. On reflection, however, it was thought best to abandon this undertaking, on account of the distance of the mountain from Highburg, the diffi- culty of making the ascent, and the time that would be required for the expedition. But to com- pensate Oscar and the other young folks for the disappointment, it was determined, one Saturday afternoon, to make an excursion to a notable emi- nence called " Prescott's Peak," situated about two miles from Mrs. Page's. 56 KOVER. The party consisted of Marcus, Oscar, Kate, Ronald, Otis, and Rover, the dog. They struck an air-line towards the mountain, through fields, mead- ows and woods, Rover strolling on ahead of the party, with an air of entire satisfaction.* "I'll bet Rover knows where we are going do n't you believe he does, Marcus ? " inquired Os- car. "I don't know, I almost think sometimes that he knows what we say," replied Marcus. " He knows a good deal that we say, any way," remarked Otis. " You give him a bucket, and tell him to carry it out to the barn, and he'll do it just as well as anybody; and he'll lie down, or give you his paw, or speak, if you tell him to." " One day, about a year ago," said Marcus, " when Aunt Fanny was packing her trunk, to go to Grand- mother's, she told Rover she had got to leave him, and asked him if he did n't want to go, too ; and upon that he jumped right into her trunk, as much as to say, * Yes, I want to go, pack me in ! J When Aunt Fanny came back from her journey, it seemed as if he would eat her up, he was so glad to see her. He never forgets anybody that he has KNOWING DOGS. 57 once known. Last summer, I took him over to Montpelier with me, where he used to live; and although he had n't been there for over two years, he remembered all his old friends, and went around and scratched at all the doors of the houses he used to visit when he lived there." " And he 's the neatest dog that I ever heard of, he wont come into the house with dirty paws," added Kate. "No," continued Marcus, "and once when we had our floors newly painted, and boards were laid to step upon, Rover understood the arrangement as well as we did, and was careful to walk upon the boards until the paint was dry." " We had a strange dog come to our house last winter, that knew something," said Otis. "He knocked at the door, just as well as a man could have done it. Mother went to see who had come, and she found nothing but a dog. As soon as he saw her, he began to cry like a baby, he was so cold and hungry. So she gave him some dinner, and let him warm himself, and then he went off, and we never saw him again. But he knocked at the 58 ATOUGHSTORY. door, tap, tap, tap, so you could n't have told him from a man." " I could tell a story that would beat that," said Oscar. " I knew a dog in Boston that would open any door that was fastened by a latch, without stopping to knock ; and he 'd shut it, too, if you told him to." "I could tell a story that would beat all of yours," said Ronald. " It 's about a dog that un- locks doors ; and if he can't find the key, he will hunt up a piece of wire, and pick the lock ! " " Why, Ronald Page ! IIOAV dare you tell such a lie ? " exclaimed Kate, after the laugh that followed this sally had subsided. "It wasn't a lie," replied Ronald. I didn't say a dog ever did that I said I could tell a story about a dog that did it, and so I can." " It 's a lie, for all that ; I '11 leave it to Marcus if it is n't," rejoined Kate. "Not exactly a lie, although it looks something like it," observed Marcus. " Ronald could not have intended to deceive anybody, when he told such a tough story as that, and therefore it was not a falsehood. But " THE BLACK SNAKE. 59 " A snake ! a snake ! " suddenly broke in Ronald, who was a little in advance of the others. " O, kill it ! do kill it ! " cried Kate, running back a few steps from the scene of danger. "No, I shan't you said I lied, and now you want me to commit murder, do you?" retorted Ronald. " Pooh ! it 's nothing but the cast-off skin of a snake," said Otis, lifting it upon a stick, and tossing it toward Kate, who dexterously dodged the missile. " That was the skin of a black snake, was n't it ? " inquired Oscar. "Yes," replied Ronald, "and a pretty large one, too." " I saw a black snake all of six feet long, that summer I was down to Brookdalc," said Oscar. " Jerry . J and I were on a high rock, and saw the snake in the field below us. He was coiled up, arid was watching a squirrel that Avas a little way off. We got some stones, and pelted him, but I believe we 60 T H E P O ST I> . didn't hit him, for we couldn't find anything of him." " I killed a large black snake, all alone, down in our meadow, not more than a month ago," said Ronald. " Is that one of your yarns, or do you expect us to believe it ? " inquired Oscar. " It 's the truth, sir, I '11 leave it to Marcus, if it is n't," replied Ronald. "Hold on a minute," said Marcus, stopping by the side of a small, shallow pond they were pass- ing; and, taking a stick, he began to stir up its muddy bottom. " "What in the world is he dabbling in that dirty water for ? " inquired Kate. " I guess he is hunting for frogs' eggs," said Ro- nald ; " or, perhaps he 's going to make some polly- wog soup." "Do you see, he is going to set the pond afire ! " cried Kate, as Marcus drew some friction matches from his pocket. Marcus continued his operations, without noticing the comments of his companions, and in a little while, he actually produced a faint yellow flame CURIOUS PHENOMENON. 61 upon the surface of the water, to the astonishment of the company. He then explained to them that this was an experiment which he had learned while studying chemistry at the academy. When vege- table matter decays under water, a gas called light carburetted hydrogen is formed, which may be burned. On stirring up the bottom, the gas es- capes, and rises to the top in bubbles, and may be collected in jars, or set on fire upon the surface of the water. This gas, he said, was the terrible " fire- damp," which caused such tremendous explosions in coal mines, before Sir Humphrey Davy invented his safety lamp, to protect the miners from these disasters. He told them, also, that he had seen it stated in a newspaper that on one of our Western rivers, when the water was very low, the steam- boats had to shut down their furnace doors for sev- eral miles, and allow no torches to be lighted at night, for fear of " setting the river on fire ! " Fre- quently boats that did not use these precautions at this particular place, have found themselves en- gulfed in flames, greatly to the alarm of the pas- sengers, and sometimes setting the steamers on fire. In some instances, the passengers have come 62 THE MOUNTAIN. very near leaping overboard, before the officers could convince them that there was no danger ; an act that would be almost literally "jumping from the frying-pan into the fire." The party now resumed their course, and after skirting a swamp, and threading their way thro' a tangled growth of young birches and pines, and breaking a path through the sharp, bristling stubble of a rye field, they reached the foot of the mountain. The eminence was clothed with that dress of unfad- ing green from which this range takes its name,* being covered with spruce, fir, hemlock, and other evergreens, to the summit. They began the ascent by a narrow, steep and winding path, which, how- ever, had the appearance of being much used. " I should think a good many people came up here, by the looks," remarked Oscar. " Not many, except Gooden's folks," replied Mar- cus. * The range was named Verd Mont by the early French set- tlers, which means in English, Green Mountain. When the people declared themselves a free and independent State, in 1777, they adopted the French name as that of their Common- wealth, contracting it by the omission of the d. GOODEN'S HISTORY. 63 " Who is Gooden ? " inquired Oscar. "He is a strange fellow who lives up on the mountain," replied Marcus. "We shall come to his cabin pretty soon, and perhaps you will have a chance to see him." " But what does he live up here for, away from everybody ? is he cracked ? " inquired Oscar. " He lives here because he prefers to keep out of the way of people, I suppose," replied Marcus. " They say he used to steal, and got caught in a trap, once," said Kate. " A regular steal trap, was n't it ? " inquired Ronald. " That is the common report," added Marcus, not noticing Ronald's pun, " and I suppose it is true. The story is, that where he used to live, his neigh- bors found their grain going off faster than they thought it ought to, and one of them set a large bear trap, with steel springs and sharp teeth, to catch the thief. One morning soon after, he went out to the barn, and found Gooden fast in the trap. It caught him around the ankle, and they say he was laid up for several months with a sore leg. He is a little lame, now, from the effects of it. As 64 GOODEN'S FAMILY. soon as he could get away, he came and settled in this out-of-the-way place, and lives as much like a hermit as he can, with his family." " O, has he got a family ? " inquired Oscar. " Yes, a wife and four children," replied Marcus. "How does he support himself, now, by steal- ing?" inquired Oscar. " No," replied Marcus, " nobody suspects him of dishonesty, now he is probably cured of that. He owns a cow, and raises corn and potatoes enough to support his family. He kills some game, which supplies him with meat. They get a little money by making maple sugar, and collecting spruce gum. But after all they are quite poor, and people often give them clothing, and other neces- sary articles. The children are growing up in ignorance, too, they never go to school or church. They will stand a rather poor chance in the world, brought up in that way." After toiling up the zigzag path awhile longer, the party came to an open, level space, and found themselves within a few rods of Gooden's cabin, a small, rude structure, built of rough logs, with a large chimney at one end, on the outside. Several THE CABIN. 65 children were playing around the house, and the father himself was just coming in from a hunting excursion up the mountain, with his gun on his shoulder, and his dog by his side. Seeing the party approaching, Mr. Gooden went into the house and shut the door. Marcus had often visited the family, on errands of kindness, but knowing the morose and suspicious disposition of the father, and his antipathy to company, he concluded not to stop at the cabin. Exchanging a few words with Jake and Sally, the two oldest children, who stood star- 6* 66 SPRUCE GUM. ing at the strangers, Marcus passed on, with his party, through a path still more intricate and diffi- cult. "You said something about spruce gum what do they do with it ? " inquired Oscar. " They sell it," replied Marcus. " A man comes round here every summer, who makes it his busi- ness to collect spruce gum. He buys all the gum that is offered him, and he hires boys to gather it for him, paying them so much a pound. This gum is cleaned, and sent to the cities, where it brings a good price." " Well, if everybody was like me, the spruce gum trade wouldn't be worth much," said Kate. "I do n't see why anybody wants to chew the nasty stuff, especially a young lady. How it looks, to see your jaws going the whole time ! There are some girls in the academy that always have their mouths full of gum. I think it 's real disgusting." " Chewing gum is n't quite so bad as chewing tobacco, but it is a foolish and disgusting habit, as you say," observed Marcus. The party continued their ascent up the steep and slippery side of the mountain, occasionally THE TOP OP THE PEAK. 67 halting a few minutes to take breath. Some of them began to question whether there was any top to it, as each turn of the zigzag path, which prom- ised to land them at the summit, only revealed as they advanced a still higher point beyond. But at length the top, the very "tip-top," as the boys called it, was reached. Instead of a sharp, sky- scraping ridge, they found the summit to be a broad and nearly level plain, composed mostly of solid rock, and almost bare of vegetation. But what a view did it present! A dozen villages scattered among the valleys, with their nestling houses and white spires ; the rich meadows of the Winooski and its tributaries, with their thrifty farms ; the cat- tle and sheep "upon a thousand hills;" the dark and extensive patches of forest, in which the wood- man's axe has never yet resounded; the chain of mountain sentinels, drawn up in lines, conspicuous among which were the Camel's Hump, and the dis- tant Mansfield Mountain, with its " Nose," " Lips " and " Chin ; " the broad and peaceful expanse of Lake Champlain, with a faint outline of the Adir- ondack Mountains looming up beyond ; such is a very imperfect sketch of the scene that for a 68 THE MONUMENT. Ions: time engrossed the attention of the whole o o party. After the party had rested themselves, and gazed at the extensive prospect as long as they wished, Oscar proposed to erect a monument on the sum- mit that would be visible from their house, and would commemorate their ascent of the mountain. The proposal was readily agreed to by all, and they immediately set about gathering the necessary mate- rials. All the movable stones on the summit were soon collected in a heap, but Marcus expressed a doubt whether there were enough to form a pile that would be 'visible below. " If we only had an axe," said Oscar, " we coxild cut down a tree, and strip off all the branches but a few at the top ; and then we could set the tree on the summit, and pile the stones about it to keep it in place." " Has anybody got any string about him ? " inquired Otis. There was a general fumbling of pockets, and among a score of miscellaneous articles produced was a piece of old fishing-line belonging to Ronald. " That 's just the thing," said Otis. " Now we T II E D E S C E N T . 69 will find a tree that has blown clown, and tie a lot of new branches to the top of it, and stick it up, as Oscar said." This proposal was adopted. A tall, straight sap- ling was soon found, that had fallen before the furious winter blasts that play among the Peak. Its branches, now partially decayed, were broken off, and the trunk made as clean as possible, with the exception of the top. A quantity of evergreen boughs were then procured, and lashed to the top of the sapling by the fishing-line. The signal pole, with its heavy tuft, was now raised to its place by the united strength of the party, and the stones piled compactly around its bottom, until it seemed as firm as though rooted in the earth. Three cheers were given for the monument, and then, after a short resting-spell, the party began to descend. "With merry shouts and laughter they were bound- ing, sliding and tumbling down the steep side of the mountain, the boys sometimes far outstripping Kate and Marcus, and then pausing awhile, to see how their more moderate companions got along. In this way they had proceeded nearly a quarter 70 A BAD SPIRIT. of a mile from the summit, when Kate suddenly brought them to a stand by exclaiming " I declare ! if I have n't left my veil on the top of the mountain ! I took it off when we were looking at the scenery, because it was in my way, and I forgot to put it on again." That 's just like you," said her brother ; " you are always forgetting something." " Never mind, I '11 run back and get it it wont take but a few minutes," said Oscar. "No, let me go I'm more used to it than Oscar is," exclaimed Ronald. "I'd let her go herself it would make her more careful next time," said Otis, in a low tone, which he did not intend Marcus should hear. " Ronald is the nimblest, and he has been up the mountain before ; so I think he had better go and get the veil, and we will wait for him till he gets back," said Marcus. Ronald accordingly scrambled up the hill again, while the others seated themselves on the dry leaves benenth a noble pine. "I do n't see what girls want to wear veils for," said Otis, somewhat petulantly, alter they were seated. WEARING VEILS. 71 " It is n't necessary for you to know why they wear them, Master Otis," replied Kate, quite coolly. " I have no objection to girls' wearing veils, if they choose to, but I do n't like to see boys wear such things," said Marcus. "Why, did you ever see boys wear veils?" inquired Otis, with surprise. "I have seen boys that I thought acted as if they wore veils over their eyes," replied Marcus. "How did they act?" inquired Otis, after a moment's pause. "They acted as if they could not see things that were as plain as a pike-staff to other people," replied Marcus. Otis seemed to be trying to interpret to himself this enigmatical language, but did not appear inclined to ask any more questions. " For instance," added Marcus, after a brief pause, " when you see a boy rude or unkind towards his sister, when there is no provocation, you may con- clude that he has a veil or something else over his j eyes ; for if he could see plainly how such conduct looks to other people's eyes, he would not indulge in it." 72 ANOTHER MISHAP. Otis apparently understood the point of the remark, and felt it, too ; but he made no reply. In a few minutes a merry shout announced the ap- proach of Ronald, and he soon appeared, with the lost veil fastened to his straw hat. He claimed the privilege of wearing it home, which Kate readily granted ; but before the party came in sight of the log cabin, he concluded to surrender it to its owner. Going down the mountain proved almost as dif- ficult and exciting as climbing up, and many a slip and tumble happened to one and another, on the way. Sometimes a low branch across the path, bent from its place and then let loose by one, would bring up the boy behind with a whack that made him see stars. By one of these flying limbs Otis had his cap suddenly removed from his head, and whirled over a precipice, lodging in the top of a tall tree below. The disaster was followed by a pro- longed and hearty shout from those who witnessed it, and the others hastened to the spot, to see what the matter was. " I '11 get it for you, Oty I can climb that tree THE LOST CAP. 73 easy enough," exclaimed Ronald, as soon as he comprehended the extent of the mishap. " No," said Marcus, with assumed gravity, " let him get his cap himself it will make him more careful next time." " I do n't see what boys wear caps for ; they are always losing them," remarked Kate, the fun in her eyes but half concealed. " It was n't my fault I could n't help it," replied Otis, with the utmost seriousness. "Ronald let the branch fly right into my face, and it took my cap off before I knew it was coming." " Well, if Ronald is to blame, I think we shall have to send him after the cap," said Marcus. They made their way, with some difficulty, to the spot where the tree stood. Ronald, being a more expert climber than any of the others, was entrusted with the job, and ascended the tree almost with the agility of a squirrel. He took with him a pole, and with its aid the cap was soon dis- lodged, and sent to the ground below. Xo further incidents of importance befell the party, on their descent of the mountain. Mr. Gooden did not manifest himself to them, as they 7 74 ARRIVAL HOME. passed his cabin ; and none of his family were vis- ible. They reached their home, tired and hungry, in season to get a view of the signal they had raised, after the sun had sunk behind Prescott's Peak ; and there the tall sapling stood, for a long time afterwards, reminding them of their pleasant tramp " up the mountain." CHAPTER V. THE BLOTTED WRITING-BOOK. were loud demonstrations of joy among the juvenile members of the household, one morning, when Marcus handed a letter to Kate, for Mr. Upton, the principal of the academy, and in- formed them that it contained his acceptance of the office of assistant teacher in that institution, for the winter term. The appointment had been offered him several weeks previous, and had been the subject of much consideration on the part of Marcus, and of no little intei-est, also, among the children, who were all anxious to have Marcus for a teacher, notwithstanding he repeatedly forewarned them, that if he should show them any particular favor as their instructor, it would only be by look- ing more sharply after them than he did after the other scholars. 76 REJOICINGS. " Three cheers for Master Page ! " shouted Ro- nald, and they were given, with as much power as four noisy throats could command. " You know me, Marcus, you '11 excuse me from writing compositions, wont you ? " inquired Kate, when the noise had subsided. " You know me, too, Marcus, you wont make me speak pieces, will you ? " said Otis. " You know me, Master Page, you wont make me do any thing, will you ? " added Ronald, cap- ping the climax. " Yes, I know you, you young rogue, and if you do n't walk straight you'll catch it!" said Marcus, in reply to the last speaker. Ronald did not take the admonition much to heart ; but concluded his demonstrations of delight by throwing his cap over an apple tree, turning two somersets, and crowing like a "rooster," whose clarion notes he could imitate with ludicrous fidel- ity. Then, leaping upon the back of Otis, who with Kate was just starting for school, he disap- peared; but his voice was uppermost among the joyous shouts and laughter that came across the fields long after their departure. A SUDDEN CHAXGE. 77 Kate and Otis did not xisually go home from school at noon, but carried their dinners with them, the distance being too great to walk. Ronald, however, generally dined at home, the district school, which he was now attending, being less than a mile distant from Mrs. Page's. In the course of the forenoon, before the hour of school dismis- sion, as Marcus was at work throwing up muck from a meadow, he was surprised to see Ronald approach- ing, on the road leading to the house. " He must be sick," thought Marcus, as he noticed how slowly he walked, and how silent and dejected he ap- peared. "What a change had come over the light- hearted boy, within two hours ! Ronald appeared to hesitate a moment, and then turned into the meadow, towards Marcus. As soon as he was within speaking distance, the latter in- quired what the matter was. Ronald made no reply until he had reached the place where Marcus stood, and then he exclaimed : "I'm not going to that school any more I've been licked for nothing, and I wont stand it ! " " And how came you home at this time of day ? " inquired Marcus. 7* 78 BLOTTED WEITING-BOOK. " I ran away from school," replied Ronald. " Indeed ! " said Marcus ; " and will you please to explain why ? " "Mrs. Benham set out to lick me " "Begin at the beginning, and tell the whole story," interrupted Marcus. " What did she pun- ish you for ? " "Why, you see she was real cross this morning," said Ronald ; " I saw it as soon as she got there, and thought there 'd be a squall before night. Well, I was studying my lesson, and she came along, and wanted to look at my writing-book. So I handed it to her, and she opened it, and found four or five great blots on the page I wrote yesterday afternoon. She looked real mad, and asked me what it meant, and I told her I did n't do it, and did n't know any- thing about it. Then she said I lied, and she'd whip me for blotting the book, and for lying, too. So she made me go out to the platform, and began to put on the ratan over my hands, just as hard as she could. See that," continued Ronald, showing to Marcus several red stripes on the palm of his hand. "I couldn't stand that, so I got the stick away from her, and ran off as fast as I could. I THE ALTERCATION. 79 did n't blot the book, nor tell a lie, and I wont be whipped for nothing by Mrs. Benham, I know." " Have you told me the truth, about this affair, and nothing but the truth ? " inquired Marcus, fix- ing a steady gaze upon Ronald. " Yes, sir, I 've told the real truth, and nothing else," replied Ronald. "Is it the whole truth?" inquired Marcus. "Have you not kept something back ? " " Why, I pulled the teacher over, when I got the stick away, I believe I did n't tell you about that," replied Ronald, in a lower tone. " I did n't mean to do it, though. She was on the edge of the plat- form, and I was standing on the floor, and when I caught the ratan and jerked it away, she fell upon the floor, somehow, and then I ran off." " How do you know that she was not injured by the fall ? " inquired Marcus. " O, it did n't hurt her, for she chased me out to the door, and shook her fist at me, I turned around and saw her," replied Ronald. ""Well, you have got yourself into a pretty scrape," said Marcus, "and it's my opinion you have not seen the worst of it yet. According to your 80 A SERIOUS AFFAIR. own story, you are liable to be arrested for assault and battery, and what 's to be done, then ? " " I did n't assault her, nor batter her; she held on to the stick, and I just pulled her over, that was all," replied Ronald. " You resisted your teacher, and pulled her upon the floor; and that is sufficient, I think, to consti- tute what the law terms assault and battery," said Marcus. " At any rate, I do not see but that you will have to go back and apologize to her, before the school, and then let her finish the flogging she intended to give you, if she chooses. I think that would be the easiest way to settle the difficulty. You had better go home and tell mother about it, and see what she says." Ronald turned away with a sadder heart than ever. He revolted at the thought of a public apol- ogy and submission, and secretly determined that he would not yield to such a humiliation. He went home and told his story to Mrs. Page, who seemed much grieved and troubled by his conduct. She questioned him very closely about the blots on the writing-book, from which all the trouble sprang. but he protested that he knew nothing about them, THE CASE CONSIDERED. 81 with groat apparent sincerity. Still, she remem- bered that Ronald was much addicted to lying, when he came to live with her; and though the habit had been broken up, by patient labor and often severe discipline, there was a lurking fear that he might possibly have relapsed, under a strong temptation. When Marcus came in to dinner, Ronald's case was freely discussed, and the conclusion appeared to be unanimous that they could not sustain him in the course he had taken, even if he were inno- cent of the fault for Avhich he was punished. It was argued that a school government must, of necessity, be a sort of absolute monarchy. The teacher, although responsible to the community^ and more immediately to the committee, if it be a public school, is not accountable to his pupils. Among them he is king, and resistance to his au- thority is treason. He may sometimes seem un- reasonable in his requirements, but his scholars are not the best judges of this. He may even some- times punish the innocent, by mistake ; but in such a case, it is better to submit to a little temporary pain and mortification, trusting in a future redress 82 THE TEACHER'S STORY. or reparation, rather than to defy or resist his au- thority in the presence of the school, thereby shak- ing the foundation of his government. So reasoned Mi's. Page, Aunt Fanny, and Marcus, and they thus reached the conclusion that Ronald was guilty of a flagrant offence in school, and was liable to expul- sion, if not prosecution. In the afternoon, just before it was time to dis- miss school, Marcus went to see the teacher, taking Ronald with him, who, by the way, was quite reluc- tant to go. Mrs. Benham received them politely, and after the school closed, Marcus told her Ronald had informed him that he had had a difficulty with her, and requested her to give him an account of the affair. " Something more than a difficulty," replied the teacher ; " it was a downright attack upon me, and I feel the effects of it yet. I never was abused in that way by a boy before. The way it commenced was this : I asked Ronald to let me look at his writing-book, and I found several large blots on the last page he wrote. I felt doubly provoked, because his was the neatest writing-book in the boys' department, and I Avishcd it kept nice, for the THE TEACHER'S STOKY. 83 committee to examine. When I called him to account for the blots, he answered, as children are apt to do in such a case, that he did n't know any- thing about them, and never saw them before. That was a very improbable story, and I felt almost sure, from his actions, that he was telling me a lie. So I told him I should be obliged to punish him if he attempted to deceive me. He answered, in an impudent tone, that ' he had n't done anything, and was n't going to be whipped for nothing.' I talked with him further about it, and tried to persuade him to tell the truth, but he grew more obstinate and saucy, and threatened that he would never come to school again if I punished him. I thought it was time then to take him in hand, so I began to punish him with the ratan; but before I had given him half a dozen blows, he caught hold of the stick, and in jerking it away from me, some how threw me down upon the floor. He then ran off and took my stick with him. I hurt my shoul- der, in falling, and it is quite sore, now." "You did n't tell me you were impudent, Ronald; why did you keep that back ? " inquired Marcus. 84 IMPUDENCE. " I did n't know that I was impudent," replied Ronald. " Yon said I should n't punish you, and that you would never come to school again if I did; shouldn't you call that impudent, Marcus?" inquired the teacher. " Yes, I call that impudent language, when ad- dressed to a teacher," replied Marcus. " Still, I think he may not have intended to be saucy that is a fault he is not much addicted to. What did you do with Mrs. Benham's stick, Ronald ? " " I broke it, and threw it into the swamp," re- plied Ronald. Marcus expressed a wish to see the blotted writ- ing-book, and it was handed to him. After a close examination, he discovered that the blots were of a lighter color than the writing upon the page, indicating one of two things : 1st, They were made Avith a different ink from that which Ronald used; or, 2d, They had been recently made, and the ink had not yet acquired its perfect color from contact with the air. This discovery, however, gave no clew to the mystery, although it proved that Ronald did not blot the book when he last used it. PUBLIC CONFESSION. 85 Ronald now renewed his protestations of inno- cence, with such apparent sincerity, that Marcus felt satisfied he was telling the truth, especially as he had not known him to adhere stubbornly to a falsehood for several years. His teacher also ad- ' mitted the possibility of his innocence so far as that offence was concerned, but thought he had done enough, independent of that, to justify her in excluding him from the school. " We admit that he has done wrong," said Mar- cus, "but we should be very sorry to have him expelled from school. He expects to leave next month, but he must n't go with such a stain as this upon his name. On what conditions will you con- sent to his coming back to school ? " Mrs. Benham thought a moment, and then re- plied : " I do not wish to be harsh or unreasonable with Ronald. If he is sorry for what lie has done, and is willing to say so before the school, that is enough. As the offence was committed before the Avhole school, I do not think I ought to ask less than that." "I think that is reasonable," replied Marcus. " Are you willing to do it, Ronald ? " 8 86 MOTIVES. Ronald made no reply until the question had been repeated several times, and then he merely shook his head negatively. " Well, perhaps he will change his mind before to-morrow morning," said Marcus, addressing the teacher ; and bidding her good evening, he started for home, followed by Ronald. Marcus said little to the boy, on their way home, preferring to leave him to his own thoughts not very pleasant company to be sure, but perhaps the best for him, under the circumstances. Before Ro- nald went to bed, however, Mrs. Page talked with him a little while about the affair. There were three classes of motives by which she endeavored to persuade him to comply with the teacher's re- quirement. First she appealed to his affection for her a motive that seldom failed to take effect upon Ronald. Then she appealed to reason, and tried to overcome him by argument. Finally she resorted to a lower and more selfish class of motives, and portrayed the disgrace of being expelled from school, and the instantaneous relief of mind he would find in confessing his fault. Still the proud spirit was unsubdued. THE LAST KESORT. 87 After a troubled night, Ronald awoke in quite as unhappy a frame of mind as ever. He went about his morning's work, silently, and the other children, not wishing to intermeddle in his trouble, kept so much aloof that he fancied they shunned him. Oscar, however, remembering a lesson that ; had recently been impressed upon his mind, cast his influence upon the right side, and advised Ro- nald to yield. Still the stubborn will revolted at the thought. It was a settled principle with Mrs. Page, that when a child refuses to be governed by such motives as may be drawn from love, reason, the hope of reward, and the fear of punishment, it is time for authority to assume its stern sway. Having ex- hausted these motives upon Ronald, in vain, there remained but one other YOU MUST; and this she proceeded to apply. " Ronald," she said, a little while before school time, " it is time to be fixing for school ; and here is a note which I wish you to take to the teacher." " Have I got to go to school to-day ? " inquired Ronald, in a tone of surprise, as though such a possibility had not occurred to him. 88 GOING TO SCHOOL. "Yes," replied Mrs. Page, in a calm but firm manner, "you are going to school this morning, and as soon as it opens you will make a public apology for your conduct yesterday. I have writ- ten to your teacher that you will do- so. You must carry a stick, too, in place of the one you threw away. Marcus will give it to you." "But what must I say?" inquired Ronald, his eyes swimming with tears. " Tell her you are sorry for what you did yester- day, and ask her to forgive you. That is all you need say." With a sad countenance and a heavy heart, Ro- nald turned his steps towards the school-house. Reluctant though he was to go, he hurried on his way, hoping to reach the school-room before many of the scholars had assembled. He began to real- ize his unpleasant situation as he noticed that a group of little girls were eyeing him curiously, and evidently making him the subject of remark. Soon a squad of boys noticed his approach, and com- menced a volley of rough salutations. " Halloo, Ron ! going to take the rest of that licking to-day?" cried one. FORGIVEN. 89 "Ha, old fellow! you'll catch it I bet you will," said another. "You've got to be turned out of school teacher said so," cried out another. Ronald passed on without replying to his young tormentors, and entering the school room, depos- ited the letter and the new ratan upon the teacher's desk. He then took his seat, and tremblingly awaited the opening of the school. Mrs. Benham soon came in, and, after hastily reading the letter, gave the signal for the school to assemble. As soon as the opening exercises were over, Ronald arose, and in a low, tremulous voice said: " Mrs. Benham, I am very sorry for what I did yesterday, and I beg your pardon." Perfect stillness reigned throughout the room, broken only by the sobs of Ronald, as he sat down and burst into tears. The painful silence was quickly relieved by the teacher, who, grasping Ro- nald kindly by the hand, said, with much feeling: " I forgive you, with all my heart, Ronald, and I am glad you have manliness enough to confess your fault, and ask forgiveness. You have acted very honorably, in doing this, and I shall think all the 8* 90 THE UNKNOWN OFFENDER. better of you for it, hereafter. We will bury the past and be good friends again," and she gave \iis hand a new shake. Then turning to the scKx)l she continued, "I have a confession to make, too. I am now satisfied that Ronald was not guilty of the offence for which I undertook to punish him yesterday. He says he does not know how his writing-book was blotted, and I believe him. I was too hasty, in punishing him, and am sorry for it. I ask his forgiveness. And I hope the one that blotted the book will come forward and own it, and relieve him from all suspicion of falsehood." The teacher paused, and looked around the room, but no one responded to the call. She then con- tinued : " I am very sorry to think there is one here who can be so dishonorable, and unjust, and mean, as to try to conceal his fault under these circumstances. I am sure he cannot have a very quiet conscience." The kind, forgiving spirit of the teacher, and her readiness to acknowledge her own error, completely subdued the proud heart of Ronald. He felt truly glad that he had confessed his fault. Indeed, with his present feelings, he would have cheerfully done PEACE. 1 it, of his own free will. Not only was a heavy burden removed from his mind, but he felt a new and stronger affection for his teacher, realizing the truth of the saying, that " whoever is forgiven much, will love much." CHAPTER VI. LET TEH- WRITING. QEVERAL weeks had elapsed, since Oscar's regular daily tasks were set, and he continued to discharge his duties in a satisfactory manner. The wood-pile grew a little, weekly, under his man- agement, and the kitchen was always kept well supplied with fuel. He had become quite expert in cutting hay and feeding the cows and horses, and the latter he cleaned, harnessed and drove, with the air of a veteran horseman. The hogs, of whom he had the principal care, seemed quite contented under their new master, and rewarded his atten- tions with many grunts of satisfaction, if not grat- itude. He had assisted cheerfully in gathering the late crops of the farm, and had even acknowl- edged that milking the cows was not so disagreea- TJ 2T A N S W E E E D L E T T E K S . 93 ble work as he had imagined. His lessons, also, were for the most part well learned. To be sure they were not very hard, being mostly reviews of studies he had previously gone over. But his natural abilities as a scholar were good, and lie learned easily, when he set about it in earnest. The only exercise that gave him serious trouble was the dreaded Saturday's " composition," which, indeed, was more terrible in anticipation than in reality. " Is n't it almost time to answer some of your let- ters, Oscar ? " inquired Marcus one morning, as the former was about sitting down to his lessons. "I suppose it is," replied Oscar. "Let me see," continued Marcus, "you have had letters from your mother, and from Alice, and from Clinton these have all got to be answered. And then you promised to write to Willie, or 'Whistler,'' as you call him, did you not ? " "Yes," replied Oscar. "I'm afraid you are a rather negligent corre- spondent," added Marcus. "I wouldn't get into that h::bit, if I were you. While you are away from home, you will want to hear from your friends 94 RUDENESS. occasionally ; but if you neglect them, they will be apt to neglect you." " But I hate to write letters," replied Oscar. "Do you consider that a sufficient reason for neglecting to answer the letters of your friends ? ' inquired Marcus. " No," replied Oscar. " Neither do I," continued Marcus. " So I think you had better sit right down and attend to your correspondence, to-day, instead of getting any les- sons. You will have time enough to write all four of the letters. You had better go to your cham- ber, where you will be out of the way of interrup- tion. You have paper and ink, I believe ? " " Yes," responded Oscar. "That reminds me of something else, that I want to say to you," added Marcus. "I have noticed within a few days that you are getting in the habit of saying ' yes,' ' no,' ' what ? ' etc., when speaking to your elders. I noticed it yesterday, when you were talking with Mr. Bun-, and I have heard you speak to mother and Aunt Fanny in the same way. It is a little thing, I know, but it always sounds unpleasantly to my ears. It is dis- MARCUS EXPLAINS. 95 respectful, and shows ill breeding. Somehow, I am very apt to form a bad opinion of a boy or girl who speaks in that way. It is my opinion that many a boy has missed a good situation, by just saying 'yes,' 'no,' or 'what?' when he applied for a place, instead of ' yes, sir,' ' no, sir,' or ' what, sir ? ' That is worth thinking of, if there were no other motive ; do n't you see it is ? " " Yes sir," replied Oscar, nearly forgetting the very word they were talking about. " So far as I am concerned, personally," continued Marcus, " I have no claim to be sirred by you, as there is a difference of only a few years in our ages. Still, as your example will have much influence over Ronald, I thought I had better mention the subject to you. Besides, I may become your teacher in a few weeks, and you know ' Master Page ' will have to stand upon his dignity a little, in the school- room, whether ' Cousin Marcus ' chooses to or not. At any rate, I hope you will try to speak respect- fully to older people, if you do not to me. There, I wont detain you any longer you can go to work on your letters as soon as you please." Oscar went to his room, and, having arranged his 96 THEBIKD. paper, ink and pen, sat down by the open window, for it was a mild Indian-summer day. He first read over the letters he was to answer, and then began to think what he should write in reply. But, failing to keep his mind upon the subject before him, his thoughts gradually wandered off, until he quite forgot the business in hand. As he sat in a dreamy mood, gazing upon the hills, prom- inent among which was Prescott's Peak, with its signal still erect, he descried a large bird sailing majestically through the air, nearly overhead. It was at a great height, but as it approached the hills it descended, and disappeared in the woods near their base. A few minutes afterward it again soared aloft, and, wheeling around the Peak, as if taking an observation of the monument which the boys had erected, it appeared to descend near the summit, where Oscar finally lost sight of it. Oscar was satisfied that the strange bird was an eagle, and as he sat patiently watching for its reap- pearance, he thought what a fine shot it offered, and imagined himself on the mountain, gun in hand, stealthily pursuing the noble game. Now it alights upon a tall tree, within rifle-shot. Can- PERILOUS DESCENT. 97 tiously the boy-hunter takes aim; "crack!" goes the fowling-piece ; and down tumbles the monarch of t/.c air, crashing through the branches of the tree. His feathers are stained with blood ; but his fierce eye flashes defiance at his murderer, as he ap- proaches, and with his powerful wing he well-nigh breaks the arm that is stretched out to secure him. After a desperate struggle, he is despatched by a blow from the butt of the weapon, and is borne home in triumph a heavy task to the wonder and admiration of the whole neighborhood. But Oscar's kindling imagination is not satis- fied with this feat. It must try again. The bird eludes his gun, but he follows it, and discovers its haunt, on a steep and rocky precipice, near one of the mountain summits. Throwing aside his gun, and grasping such scanty and stunted trees as are at hand, he boldly lowers himself down the fright- ful chasm. One misstep, the giving way of a single slender twig, would plunge him headlong to destruc- tion ; but what cares he for that ? There is a prize below, and he is determined to have it. Now he catches a glimpse of the nest, on a narrow, shelving rock, and for the first time discovers that there are 08 THE PRIZE. two old birds, which, with outspread wrings, are guarding their young brood. Undaunted, he de- scends the stc^ep and slippery rocks, till he is almost within reach of the nest. Now the eagles, roused to fury, fly at him, and with wing, beak and talon commence the assault. Supporting himself by one hand, he uses the other and one foot to ward off the assailants. Long the battle rages, and again and again the adventurous hunter seerns almost overcome; but when about to sink down, faint and gasping, the birds, battered and exhausted, give up the contest in despair. The boy seizes the prize, W A S T E D T I M E . 99 scrambles up the fearful precipice, and hurries home, to raise a brood of eagles. "But this isn't writing my letters," exclaimed Oscar to himself, suddenly awaking from his day dream. " A whole hour gone, and not a line writ- ten yet. Well, I '11 go about it, now. I think I '11 write to mother first. Let me think what day of the month is it ? I am sure I can 't tell I must run down stairs and find out." Oscar went down to the sitting-room, and, by referring to a newspaper, ascertained the date. But, before he laid the paper aside, his eye was attracted by the heading of a story, and, on read- ing a few lines, he became so much interested in it, that he took the journal up to his room, and thought of nothing else until he had finished road- ing the piece. Then, remembering his neglected task, he hurriedly arranged his paper, and wrote the date and complimentary address. But the ink did not flow freely from his pen, and, taking a sheet of waste paper, he commenced scribbling upon it ? to see if he could remedy the trouble. How long he continued this diversion, he was scarcely aware, but at length it was interrupted by a step on the 100 A HAWK. stairs, and a knock at his door. Quickly conceal- ing the well scribbled evidence of his idleness, he bade the visitor walk in, and Marcus entered. " Well, how do you get along ? " inquired Mar- cus. " Not very well," replied Oscar. " I have been hindered by one thing and another, ever since I began. To begin with, just after I came up here, I saw an eagle flying over. Did n't you see it ? " "No but are you sure it was an eagle?" inquired Marcus. " Why, yes, it must have been an eagle," replied Oscar. " It was the largest bird I ever saw, and I should think he was all of a mile high when he flew over. He lit on the Peak, and that was the last I saw of him." "Yes, I remember, now, I did see a hawk over in that neighborhood, and that must have been your eagle," quietly observed Marcus. Oscar did not relish such a summary disposal of his eagle story, and was about to protest against it, when Marcus inquired how many letters he had Gnished. " None," replied Oscar. SCRIBBLINGS. 101 " Not one ! " exclaimed Marcus ; " and is that the beginning of the first letter? " glancing at the sheet which contained the date and address. " Yes, sir," said Oscar. " Ah, you have been reading the newspaper, as well as .watching hawks," continued Marcus, as his eye fell upon the printed sheet. " I got that to see about the date," replied Oscar, forgetting that sometimes there is little difference between half of a truth and a lie. "What have you been doing all the forenoon, then ? " inquired Marcus. "The ink is so thick that I couldn't write," added Oscar. " Let me try it," said Marcus ; and he seated himself in Oscar's chair, and, looking for some waste paper, drew out the sheet which his cousin had covered with all sorts of flourishes, figures, puz- zles, etc. " I think the ink must flow pretty freely, if it is thick," he quietly added. Having satisfied himself that the ink was not to blame, Marcus said he was sorry the letters were not finished, as he was expecting to drive over to an adjoining town, in the afternoon, and intended 102 A PEISONEK. to let Oscar accompany him, if his task "was com- pleted. Oscar said he thought he could finish the letters after he got back; but his cousin was far from agreeing with him in this opinion. "No," said Marcus, "you will hardly get through this afternoon, supposing you work diligently. I think you had better not stop even for dinner, but I will bring you up something to eat, so that you need lose no time. I want you to finish the four letters before you leave the room, if possible." Oscar hardly knew whether to consider himself a prisoner, or not, so pleasantly had Marcus ad- dressed him. He concluded, however, that it was time to go to work, and was soon deeply engaged in the letter to his mother. Now that his mind was aroused, and his attention fixed, he found no difficulty in writing, and the letter was about com- pleted, when Marcus appeared, with a light repast, instead of the accustomed substantial noonday meal. "I never feel like writing, after a hearty meal, so I have brought you a light dinner," said Mar- cus, setting the tray upon the table. " What time shall you start ? " inquired Oscar. " In about an hour," was the reply. THE TASK FINISHED. 103 " I have got one letter about done," said Oscar, " and I can finish another before you go. Do n't you suppose I could finish the other two after we get back ? " " I am afraid not," replied Marcus. " You will have but little time, then, and besides, you wont feel like writing. I think you had better finish your letters before you do anything else. Perhaps you can get them done in season to mail them to- day." Marcus now withdrew, and in the course of an hour drove off upon his errand. "When he returned, he found the family at tea, and Oscar with them. "Well, Oscar, have you written all your let- ters ? " inquired Marcus. "Yes, sir, and earned them to the post office, too," replied Oscar. "Ah, you have been pretty smart that is, if you did n't make them too short," observed Marcus. " They are about as long as niy letters generally are," replied Oscar " You found no great difficulty in writing, when you bent your mind down to it, did you ? " inquired Marcus. 104 A PLAN. " No, sir, not much." " I supposed you would n't," continued Marcus. " Mother, I 've been thinking of a plan, this after- noon, for making letter-writing pleasant, and I want your opinion of it." " I think highly of letter-writing as an exercise," said Mrs. Page, " and if you can devise a way to make the children like it, I shall be very glad." " I can't see what makes boys hate to write let- ters so for my part I like to do it," said Kate. " Yes, I should think you liked it you write half a dozen billets every day, in school," interposed Otis. " Why, Otis Sedgwick, what a story ! I do n't believe I have averaged more than one note a day, this whole term," replied Kate. " Well, that speaks pretty well for your episto- lary taste, if you have done nothing more," said Marcus. " But let me explain my plan. I propose that we have a letter box put up in some part of the house, and that every one in the family engage to write one letter a week to some other member, and drop it into the box, which we might call our post office. The greatest liberty might be allowed, THE QUESTION PUT. 105 in the choice of subjects and style, and the letters might be anonymous, or written in an assumed character, if preferred. If any one wanted to ask a favor, or make a complaint, or offer a suggestion, or correct an error, or drop a word of caution or reproof, or indulge a fancy, or make sport, this would afford a good opportunity to do it. What do you think of the plan, mother ? " " I think it is a good idea, and I shall vote for giving it a fair trial," said Mrs. Page. "And how does it strike you, Aunt Fanny?" continued Marcus. " Very favorably," replied Miss Lee. " If you can interest the young folks in it, I have no doubt it will work well." " O, I think it is a capital idea I shall vote for it with both hands," exclaimed Kate. "And what say you, Oscar?" inquired Marcus. " I suppose I must come into the arrangement, if all the others do," replied Oscar, smiling. " Not much enthusiasm there," observed Mar- cus ; " but we '11 excuse him, as he has been writing letters all day. Well, Otis, what do you say to the plan?" 106 THE PLAN ADOPTED. " I hate to write letters," replied Otis. "Very likely," said Marcus; "and that is pre- cisely the reason why you ought to come into our arrangement, for we are going to try to make let- ter-writing easy and pleasant." " Well, I '11 agree to it," said Otis. " Of course you wont hang back, Ronald ? " added Marcus. "I don't know about that," replied Ronald. " Could n't I be mail-boy, or post-master, or some- thing of that sort, and so be excused from wri- ting?" " We probably shall not need your services in that line we can help ourselves to our letters," replied Marcus. "Well, I'll join your society on one condition," said Ronald, with an air of grave importance. " What is that ? " inquired Marcus. "That you shan't make us write long letters," was the reply. " Your letters may be as long or as short as you choose to make them," replied Marcus. " We have all agreed to the plan now I think it would be well to have a few written rules, to govern us. A SOCIETY. 107 Perhaps we can arrange that after we get through our work this evening." The proposal was approved, and in the evening the subject was again brought up. All were invited to offer such suggestions as occurred to them. " Would it not be well enough for us to resolve ourselves into a society, and adopt a name?" inquir- ed Aunt Fanny. "I think it would, what shall we call it?" inquired Marcus. " The Post Office Society," suggested Otis. " The Literary Fraternity," proposed Kate. " The Letter-writing Society," said Mrs. Page. The latter name was finally adopted, as being more expressive than the others. Aunt Fanny then suggested that the title needed the addition of some qualifying word, to make it more definite and distinctive. " Call it the Highburg Letter-writing Society," said Kate. " There are only seven of us, and I doubt whether it would be exactly modest to appropriate the name of the town to our association," remarked Mrs. Page. 108 CHOOSING A NAME. "The Page Letter-writing Society," suggested Ronald. "The Excelsior Letter-writing Society," proposed Kate. " That is better," said Marcus. " Does anybody object to it? No; so we will call that point set- tled. Now please to suggest rules for our govern- ment." " Every member must write at least one letter weekly to some other member," said Mrs. Page. "And if any one fails to contribute his share to the stock of letters, what shall be done to him ? " inquired Miss Lee. " Turn him out," said Otis. "Debar him from taking any letters from the office, until he has made good all deficiencies," sug- gested Mrs. Page. This latter proposal was adopted, and further suggestions called for. " All letters must be sealed," suggested Kate. " And pre-paid," added Ronald. " I hardly think it necessary to seal the letters," said Marcus. " Perhaps we had better leave that optional Avith the writer." 109 "But I think the one that receives the letter ought to have something to say about that, as well as the writer," said Kate. "Well, I have no objection to your rule, if no one else has," said Marcus. Several other rules were agreed to, and noted down by Marcus. When completed, the list of regulations stood as follows : "REGULATIONS OF THE EXCELSIOR LETTER-WRITING SOCIETY. " Each member shall write at least one letter per week to some other member. "Any member who fails to comply with this rule, without a reasonable excuse, shall forfeit his right to take letters from the post office until his delinquency is made good. " Each member shall divide his epistolary favors as equally among the others as possible. "The utmost freedom as to matter and style will be allowed, but nothing must be written cal- culated to wound the feelings of another. " Fictitious signatures, and a disguised hand, are allowable, when preferred. " All letters to be sealed. " The post office to be accessible to any member, at all times." 10 CHAPTER VII. THE EAIN POWER. A FTER the children had gone to school, the next day, Marcus made a letter-box, and fast- ened it against the wall, in the entry. While he was at work upon it, a young lady from another part of the town called in to invite the family to a husking party. On learning the design of the box, she solicited the privilege of inaugurating it, which was readily granted. So, begging a sheet or two of paper, she sat down and wrote notes of invita- tion to Kate, Otis and Ronald, and dropped them into the box. "Hurrah! here's the post office box, and some letters in it ! " exclaimed Ronald, when he came home from school in the afternoon. " I 'm going to have the first one, let me sec if I 'm not," cried Kate, rushing for the post office. THE INVITATION. Ill " No, the first one is for me, but here 's one you may have," replied Ronald, handing Kate the note directed to her. "Well, there's one rule broken, the very first thing it isn't sealed," said Kate; "and it is writ- ten with a lead pencil, too I do n't think that 's fair." She opened the billet, and read : " Miss Jenny Marsh requests the pleasure of Miss Katharine SedgAvick's company at a husking party 011 Friday evening. "Oct. 16th." The notes addressed to Ronald and Otis were in the same form as Kate's. The invitation was quite gratifying to all of the children, and the proposed party occupied a large share of their thoughts and tongues, for the rest of the day. Their ardor was somewhat dampened, however, by Mrs. Page, who told them she thought a storm was near, which might interfere with their arrangements. " I do n't see any signs of a storm I think it looks real pleasant," said Kate. " The water boiled away from the potatoes very 112 SORRY MIS II APS. fast, this noon, and that is a pretty good sign of rain," replied Mrs. Page. "I don't see what that has to do with rain," said Ronald. "I can't explain it very clearly," replied Mrs. Page, "but I know it is so. I suppose there is something peculiar in the state of the atmosphere, just before a storm, which makes boiling water evaporate, or fly off into steam, more rapidly than at other times." The sun rose clear, the next morning, and the children laughed at Mrs. Page for her prediction of rain. But in an hour or two, clouds began to gather, and early in the afternoon a heavy rain commenced. The children came home from school, wet, disappointed, and cross. Every thing seemed to go wrong with them, the rest of the day. Kate had wet her feet, and a grumbling tooth-ache ad- monished her that she had taken cold. Otis had left his new kite out doors, and found the paper upon it reduced to a handful of pulp, when he came home. The cows chose the luckless day to take a stroll into the neighbors' enclosures, and led Ronald on a long and provoking tramp through DISAPPOINTMENT. 113 the wet grass and soft, spongy lowlands, in search of them. Nor did Oscar escape his share of the ill-luck which seemed to brood over the household ; for while milking, one of the cows, nettled perhaps by her long walk and the unpleasant state of the weather, gave him a slap across his eyes with her wet tail that almost took away his sight for a few minutes, at the same time leaving upon his face an embrocation that was not exactly calculated to soothe his ruffled feelings. "What is the matter? have you all got the blues ? " inquired Marcus, at the tea-table, as he observed how gloomy and silent the younger por- tion of the family appeai-ed. " O dear, I should think this horrid weather was enough to give any one the blues," exclaimed Kate. " It does n't affect me very unpleasantly," replied Marcus. " Well, you do n't care anything about the husk- ing party, I suppose," said Kate. "Oh, it's the disappointment, and not the weather, that troubles you," observed Marcus. " Xot altogether that, but I think it 's too bad we can't go to-night," replied Kate. 10* 114 NO RAIN WANTED. " It is too bad that all the affairs of this world can't be ordered to suit your convenience," added Marcus. " No, I do n't wish that ; but when I make up my mind to go any where, I do want to go," said Kate. " Which is pretty much the same thing as wish- ing that Providence would lay all his plans with special reference to your private interests, without regard to the rest of the world." Kate made no reply, but Ronald came to her rescue. " I do n't believe anybody wants it to rain, now," he said ; " the crops are all in, and what good will it do?" " I think the owners of mills on the rivers could give you a good reason why it ought to rain now," replied Marcus ; " and perhaps we should find another reason at the bottom of our wells, after we have used up all the water, a few months hence." " "Well, then, I do n't think it need rain so much at a time," said Ronald. " Just hear how it 's pour- ing down now, and it has been raining so almost all the afternoon." HOW MUCH WATER FELL. 115 " How much water do you suppose has fallen ? " inquired Marcus. " About a foot, I guess," replied Ronald. " A foot of rain ! " exclaimed Marcus, with aston- ishment. " Well, half a foot, certainly," said Ronald. " No ; halve it again, and you will come nearer to the truth," added Marcus. " What, only three inches ? it 's more than that, I know," said Ronald. " I doubt whether you have any idea how much three inches of rain is," replied Marcus. "After tea we will go into a little calculation about it." When the tea table was cleared away, Marcus proposed that all the children should provide them- selves with paper or slates, and see if they could ascertain how much water had fallen in Ilighburg that day. " We will assume," he said, " that three inches of rain has fallen, on a level, which I think may be very near the true quantity. The town contains about thirty square miles. Now, the first question is, how many hogsheads of water have fallen on this surface, to-day ? " 116 A FEW CALCULATIONS. For a few moments nothing was heard but the clicking and scratching of pencils, and the rustling of the leaves of the arithmetic, by those who were not quite sure they knew the " tables." Those who finished the work first were requested to keep silent till the others had got through. When aF were ready, the answers were read off. The solu- tions of Marcus, Oscar and Kate agreed, and were assumed to be correct; while those of Ronald and Otis were different, and were voted incorrect. Marcus then proposed several other questions in regard to the rain, which led to a series of calcula- tions. The children soon became quite interested in the problems, and were not a little surprised at the facts brought out. Marcus noted down the several answers, on a clean sheet of paper, and the following is a copy of the record : "WHAT THE CLOUDS DID IN HALF A DAT. " The water that has fallen this afternoon and evening, in this town alone, would fill 24,826,775 hogsheads. "It would measure 209,088,000 cubic feet. "Its weight is 5,833,928 tons. A FEW CALCULATIONS. 117 " Were this water all in a pond, thirty feet deep, it would be sufficient to float 3,484 vessels, allow- ing 2,000 square feet to each, or about one-sixth of all the steam and sailing vessels of every class in the United States. i " It would take a man 13,792 years to distribute this water, with a watering pot, supposing he dis- tributed 6 hogsheads a day, and worked 300 days in. a year. " To distribute it in the same time as the clouds, half a day, would require 8,275,590 men, or more than twice as many as voted at the Presidential election of 1856, in the United States. "It would take $6,206,692 to pay these men for their services, at the rate of $1,50 per day " If this water had all fallen to the earth in one solid mass, from a height of one mile, it would have struck the ground with a force of 3,389,512,- 500 tons." "There," said Marcus, after reading aloud the foregoing record, " who would have imagined that the clouds were carrying on such an extensive busi- ness as that? Isn't it wonderful? And then just think that this storm has extended over per- haps half of the United States. What a deluge of 118 ANNUAL FALL OF RAIN. water must have fallen ! And this, you must re- member, is an account of only one storm only three inches of rain, out of thirty or forty that we have every year." " Why ! do we have as much rain as that in a year ? " inquired Kate. " Yes," replied Marcus, " our average in this part of Vermont is, I believe, about thirty-two inches, including snow reduced to water. Along the sea coast they have more in Boston, for instance, about forty inches. There are some parts of the world where they have almost as many feet of rain as Ave have inches, and nearly all of it falls in about two months of the year, too." * * According to Prof. Guyot, rain falls at Paramaribo, in Dutch Guiana, to the amount of 229 inches, or 1 9 feet, annu- ally. There is a place in Brazil where 276 inches, or 23 feet, have fallen in a year. But the greatest quantity ever observed is at an elevated point in British India, south of Bombay, where the enormous amount of 302 inches, or over 25 feet, has fallen in a year. At Cayenne, 21 inches of rain have been known to fall in a single day, or nearly as much as falls in a whole year in the northern latitudes. The annual average fall in tropical America, is 115 inches; in temperate America, 39 inches. The average for the entire surface of the globe is about five feet. These figures may afford the young arithmetician a basis for a variety of curious calculations, some rainy day, when he is at a RAINY REGIONS. 119 "What do people do there? I should think they would be all washed away," said Kate. " N~o," said Marcus, " it is n't so bad as it seems- It is soon over with, and they have more pleasant days in the year than we do. I suppose they pity us because we have so many stormy days, and yet get so little rain after all. Besides, they know about when their rainy days are coming, and can be pre- pared for them." " But, after all," said Aunt Fanny, " I think our arrangement of the weather is best, if it does some- times interfere with our plans. We generally have all the rain we want, and it is given to us a little at a time, as we need it. This is better for us and for vegetation than to have all our rain fall in two months of the year, and then to have three or four times as much as we really need." " Then why does n't God make it rain so every where, if that way is best ? " inquired Ronald. " For wise and good reasons, no doubt," replied Aunt Fanny. "What is best for the temperate zones may not be best for the tropics. People who loss for amusement, and is disposed to look a little more curi- ously iuto die wonderful results of " the rain power." 120 TROPICAL RAINS. go from this latitude to tropical countries find the rainy season very unhealthy, but it is different with those who were born there." "I suppose one object of these heavy rains be- tween the tropics is to supply the great rivers of South America and Africa," said Marcus. "We all know how Egypt is fertilized by the overflow- ing of the Nile ; but the Nile would not overflow were it not for these immense rains in the country where it rises. So with the great rivers of South America, which overflow in the rainy season, and form inland seas, that serve as reservoirs in the dry months." " And it is so with all the rivers in the world they are nothing but drains to carry away the sur- plus rain-water," said Mrs. Page. " "Well," said Marcus, glancing at the figures be- fore him, "we have ascertained that nearly six million tons of water have fallen in our town to- day. Otis, can you explain how this immense body of water was raised into the air ? " " I can explain it," said Kate, seeing that her brother hesitated. " Let Otis try first," replied Marcus. HOW CLOUDS ARE FORMED. 121 "Was it drawn up from the ocean by the sun?" inquired Otis. " Yes, that is the correct explanation," continued Marcus. "Now, Kate, can you tell us any more about it?" " The heat of the sun," said Kate, " causes a va- por to go up into the air from the ocean, and lakes, and rivers, and from everything that contains wa- ter. This is called evaporation. You can't see this vapor, as it flies away into the air, but when the atmosphere grows cold, it forms clouds, and falls in rain." " I should think the vapor would all dry up, and be lost, when the air is so warm," said Ronald. "What do you mean by drying up?" inquired Marcus. " Why, you know, I mean drying up, I can't think of any other way to explain it," replied Ro- nald. "When the water in a puddle dries up," said Marcus, " it flies into the air, in the form of a vapor, and that is evaporation. That is all the drying up there is about it. The air steals the water from the puddle, and then keeps it a close prisoner till 11 122 EVAPORATION. the cold releases it. The water doesn't dry tip acrain in the air, but remains there. The warmer O ' the air, the more water it will hold. In the tropics, where they have such fierce heats, the air is always full of moisture, and the plants draw it out by means of their large leaves, and so they manage to flourish the year round, although they have no rain or even clouds for months in succession. It is so with us, on a very sultry day, there is more water than usual in the air, at such a time, although we cannot see it. Now, Kate, can you explain why this vapor which heat produces, flies away to the region of the clouds ? " " Because it is lighter than the air," replied Kate. " Right," said Marcus. "You said you couldn't see this moisture rise from the earth," said Aunt Fanny, " but that is not always the case. We see it in our breath, on a cold day, when it looks like steam issuing from our mouths. I have seen a river steaming as though there were a fire under it, in a very cold day, before ice had formed over it. We see this process going on, too, in the vapors or fogs which often collect over ponds, and rivers, and the ocean. But com- THE WATER CARRIERS. 123 monly, as Kate says, we see nothing of these vapors until they are condensed into clouds by the cold air above, although they are continually flying off from our bodies, and from the ground, and every thing that grows in it. When we hang out our clothes to dry, after washing them, the water in them goes to help make clouds." " There is one other agent in this business, that has not been mentioned," said Marcus. " The sun draws the water, the atmosphere holds it as in a sponge, and the cold squeezes the sponge and re- turns the water to the earth. But the rain is not needed where it is first collected it must be trans- ported to distant parts of the earth ; and how is this done ? " " By the winds," replied Oscar. " Yes," resumed Marcus, " the winds are the great water-carriers, that distribute the rain over the earth. Here, then, we have the whole list of forces employed in this wonderful ram power, viz. : " 1 . The sun, to draw the water by its heat. " 2. The atmosphere, to hold it. " 3. The winds, to transport it over the conti- nents. 124 WHY THE BAIN FALLS. "4. The cold, to discharge it from the clouds when it has reached its destination." * "How does the cold make the rain fall?" in- quired Ronald. " It contracts the air," replied Marcus, " and the vapor is consequently condensed, or cixnvded to- gether, so that its particles unite and form drops of rain, which are heavier than the air, and fall to the earth. As I said before, the atmosphere may be compared to a sponge, which holds a certain quantity of water, in minute particles. When the air sponge is contracted, these particles mingle together and run out, and then it rains." "What a squeezing the sponge must have had to-day ! " exclaimed Ronald. "When the vapor freezes before it falls to the earth," said Kate, "it becomes snow; and when very cold and very hot and moist air come together, they make hail, or ice." " I know a riddle about that," said Ronald, re- peating : * Strictly speaking, these agents may be reduced to two ; for the wind is only air in motion, and cold is not a substance, but merely the absence of heat, as darkness is the absence of light. SNOW CRYSTALS. 125 " My father is the Northern Wind, My mother's name was Water : Old Parson Winter married them, And I 'm their hopeful daughter." "Did you know that snow-flakes are usually crys- tals of regular and beautiful forms ? " inquired Mar- cus. Kate and Oscar had read of this, but it was new to the other children. Marcus took down a volume from the library, and showed to them some draw- ings of these snow crystals, as seen under a micro- % scope, a few of which are here given. There is an 11* 126 RAINLESS DESEKTS. endless variety of these crystals, the most beautiful of which are found in the polar regions ; but sometimes the flakes present no traces of crystal- lization. "My geography says it never rains in the Great Desert of Sahara ; what is the reason of that ? " inquired Ronald. " The Sahara," replied Marcus, " is a vast ocean of sand, in the torrid zone. The air which arises from it is so scorching hot, that it burns up, as it were, the clouds of rain that blow towards it from the Mediterranean, as soon as they come within its reach. There are several other deserts in Africa, and in North and South America. Some of these are cut off from their supply of rain by mountains. When the clouds come in contact with a chain of high mountains, they are driven up their sides, into a colder region, and the vapor is pretty thoroughly wrung out of them. By the time the current of wind reaches the other side of the mountains, the clouds have all disappeared, and there is nothing left but a cold, dry air. That explains why it is that there is a desert region on the Avestern coast of South America, on the very borders of the Pa- BED-TIME. 127 cific Ocean. The eastern sides of the Andes rob the clouds of all the rain brought from the Atlan- tic by the trade wind, and as the dry wind keeps on its course, the vapors of the Pacific are driven back to the ocean, before they can discharge them- selves. Thus there is a paradise on one side of the mountains, and a desert on the other." " Five minutes of nine," said Mrs. Page, warn- " Is it so late ? " inquired Marcus. " "Well, we will have a bit of poetry to wind up with, and I will appoint Kate to read it aloud, as it is a beauti- ful piece, and I'm afraid none of the rest of us would do it justice." " O, you flatterer ! " exclaimed Kate. " No, it is n't flattery, it is a capital poem, if I 'm any judge," added Marcus, turning over the leaves of a book in search of the piece. " It 's by Bryant ah, here it is. Now, Miss Kate, let us hear what the poet says about rain, so that we may have something pleasant to dream about, when we go to bed." Kate took the book, and read in an admirable manner the following lines : 128 THE POEM. A RAIN DREAM. BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. THESE strifes, these tumults of the noisy world, Where Fraud, the coward, tracks his prey by stealth, And Strength, the ruffian, glories in his guilt, Oppress the heart with sadness. Oh, my friend, In what serener mood we look upon The gloomiest aspects of the elements Among the woods and fields ! Let us awhile, As the slow wind is rolling up the storm, In fancy leave this maze of dusty streets, For ever shaken by the importunate jar Of commerce, and upon the darkening air Look from the shelter of our rural home. "Who is not awed that listens to the Rain Sending his voice before him ? Mighty Rain ! The upland steeps are shrouded by their mists ; The vales are gloomy with thy shade ; the pools No longer glimmer, and the silvery streams Darken to veins of lead at thy approach. Oh, mighty Rain ! already thou art here ; And every roof is beaten by thy streams, And as thou passest, every glassy spring Grows rough, and every leaf in all the woods Is struck and quivers. All the hilltops slake Their thirst from thee ; a thousand languishing fields, A thousand fainting gardens are refreshed ; A thousand idle rivulets start to speed, And with the graver murmur of the storm Blend their light voices, as they hurry on. THE POEM. 129 Thou fill'st the circle of the atmosphere Alone ; there is no living thing abroad, No bird to wing the air, nor beast to walk The field ; the squirrel in the forest seeks His hollow tree ; the marmot of the field Has scampered to his den ; the butterfly Hides under her broad leaf; the insect crowds That made the sunshine populous, lie close In their mysterious shelters, whence the sun "Will summon them again. The mighty Rain Holds the vast empire of the sky alone. I shut my eyes, and see, as in a dream, The friendly clouds drop down spring violets And summer columbines, and all the flowers That tuft the woodland floor, or overarch The streamlet : spiky grass for genial June, Brown harvests for the waiting husbandman, And for the woods a deluge of fresh leaves. I see these myriad drops that slake the dust, Gathered in glorious streams, or rolling blue In billows on the lake or on the deep, And bearing navies. I behold them change To threads of crystal as they sink in earth, And leave its stains behind, to rise again In pleasant nooks of verdure, where the child, Thirsty with play, in both his little hands Shall take the cool clear water, raising it To wet his pretty lips. To-morrow noon Ho-w proudly will the water-lily ride The brimming pool, o'erlooking, like a queen, Her circle of broad leaves. In lonely wastes, 130 THE POEM. When next the sunshine makes them beautiful, Gay troops of butterflies shall light to drink At the replenished hollows of the rock. Now slowly falls the dull blank night, and still, All through the starless hours, the mighty Rain Smites with perpetual sound the forest leaves, And beats the matted grass, and still the earth Drinks the unstinted bounty of the clouds, Drinks for her cottage wells, her woodland brooks, Drinks for the springing trout, the toiling bee And brooding bird, drinks for her tender flowers, Tall oaks, and all the herbage of her hills A melancholy sound is in the air, A deep sigh in the distance, a shrill wail Around my dwelling. 'T is the wind of night ; A lonely wanderer between earth and cloud, In the black shadow and the chilly mist, Along the streaming mountain side, and through The dripping woods, and o'er the plashy fields, Roaming and sorrowing still, like one who makes The journey of life alone, and nowhere meets A welcome or a friend, and still goes on In darkness. Yet awhile, a little while, And he shall toss the glittering leaves in play, And dally with the flowers, and gaily lift The slender herbs, pressed low by weight of rain, And drive, in joyous triumph, through the sky, White clouds, the laggard remnants of the storm. CHAPTER VIH. INSUBORDINATION. TT was a cherished opinion with Marcus, that the best government for a child is that which teaches him to govern himself. He had derived this notion from his mother and aunt, both of whom, in all their intercourse with the young, had endeav- ored to keep it in mind. Marcus had put this theory in practice, to some extent, in the management of Ronald, and not without success. He anticipated a still greater triumph of this principle, however, with Oscar, whose age, and peculiar circumstances, seemed favorable to the experiment. Accordingly, instead of fixing metes and bounds for Oscar, and hampering him with set rules and commands, Mar- cus usually made known his wishes in the form of suggestions, advice, etc., taking it for granted that 132 A CHANGE IN O S C A K . his will, plainly declared, would be regarded as law by his cousin. And so it was, for a few weeks. But gradually a change carae over Oscar. He still attended faithfully to his work and studies, but began to manifest some impatience of control in other matters, and to take advantage of the liberty accorded to him. It was evident that he was fall- ing into the notion that, aside from his stated work and his lessons, he could do pretty much as he pleased. Marcus noticed this change with no little anxiety and regret. He began to fear that he should be obliged to abandon the self-government theory, at least with Oscar. He kept his uneasiness to him- self for a time, but as the evil manifestly increased, he at length broke the subject to his mother. It was at the close of a mild October afternoon. Sup- per was finished, the cows were milked, and as dusk approached, Oscar was seen to go over to- wards Mr. Hapley's, and soon after re-appeared, with Sam, with whom he walked rapidly towards the village. "Mother, how do you think Oscar is getting on? Does he do as well as you expected ? " inquired WISHES DISREGARDED. 133 Marcus, as he entered the house, after observing his cousin's movements. "Why, yes, I do not see but that he is doing pretty well," replied Mrs. Page. " He works bet- ter than I supposed he would, and he gets his les- sons well, too." " But do n't you think he is a little too much inclined to have his own way ? " inquired Marcus. " I have suspected it was so," replied his mother ; " but as you have had the principal management of him, you can judge best about that." " For instance," resumed Marcus, " I gave him to understand, when he first came here, that we did n't want him to have anything to do with Sam Hap- ley." " So did I," interrupted Mrs. Page. " I never actually forbade him to associate with Sam," continued Marcus, " but Oscar knows what he is, and he knows better than to go with him. And yet they are getting quite intimate. They were oif together nearly all the afternoon, yester- day, hunting squirrels,, as Oscar says ; and this evening he has gone off with him again, notwith- standing I have told him two or three times that 12 134 TOBACCO. we all made it a rule not to be away from home after dark, except by special arrangement." " I told him the same thing, the last evening he was out," added Mrs. Page. " He has gone contrary to my wishes in several other matters," resumed Marcus. " There 's to- bacco, for one thing. I am satisfied that he is be- ginning to use it again ; you know he formed the habit in Boston." " Yes, but I hope he is n't sliding into it again," said Mrs. Page. " I think he is," replied Marcus ; " in fact, I am very certain he is, for I have smelt tobacco in his breath, several times. I have talked to him about the bad effects of tobacco, but did n't let him know that I suspected he used it. Last Saturday I wrote something on the subject, and addressed it to him, and dropped it into our letter-box. I have got a copy of it here it is." Marcus took from his pocket a note, and read it aloud. .As it may possibly interest some young reader who is trying to cultivate an acquaintance with tobacco, it is here given entire. THE LETTER. 135 *. "WHY I DON'T LIKE TOBACCO. " It does a man no good. " It is a powerful poison. "It is injurious to the health, and sometimes fatal to the life, especially of the young. "It weakens and injures the mind. " It begets an unnatural and burning thirst, which water will not quench, and thus prepares the way for the intoxicating cup. " It makes a man a slave to its use, so it is almost impossible for him to abandon it, after a few years. " It is offensive to all who do not use it. " It is a letter of introduction to bad associates. " The use of it is a filthy habit. " It is an expensive habit. " The only real advantage arising from the use of tobacco that I ever heard of happened to one of a party of sailors who were wrecked upon the Feejee islands. The savages killed and cooked them all, anticipating a delightful feast ; but one of the tars tasted so strongly of tobacco, that they couldn't eat him, and so he escaped a burial in their stomachs. As I intend to keep clear of can- nibals, I do n't think this solitary fact offers me any [ inducement to steep and pickle myself in tobacco ; therefore I intend to remain an 136 MKS. PAGE'S DECISION. " I 'm afraid it did n't do much good," resumed Marcus, somewhat sadly. " I smelt tobacco in his breath again to-day." " Well," said Mrs. Page, after a pause, " it will never do to let him go on in this way. I think it will be necessary to tell him very plainly and de- cidedly, that if he will not restrain himself, we must do it for him. One or the other he must submit to, or go back to the Reform School, and the sooner he understands this, the better it will be for us all." The entrance of the other children put a stop to the conversation ; but Mrs. Page's last remark con- firmed the conclusion to which Marcus had already reluctantly arrived, and left him no longer in doubt as to the proper course to pursue. The lamps had been lit nearly an hour when Oscar came in, that evening. Nothing was said to him about his absence at the time ; but the next day, taking him alone, Marcus talked long and ear- nestly to him about the course he was pursuing, and told him very decidedly that he could go on in this way no longer. " If we will not put ourselves under restraint," he said, " others must do it for us. It is so in society, in the school, in the family, and SELF GOVERNMENT. 137 everywhere else. The best form of government is self-government, and there is little need of any other, where that is ; but if a man wont practise that, then the strong arm of the law must take him in hand, and compel him to do what he could have done much more pleasantly of his own free will." Oscar attempted no justification of himself, nei- ther did he acknowledge that he had done wrong. He listened in silence to Marcus, with an expres- sion upon his countenance that at once puzzled and disappointed the latter. It were difficult to say whether shame, sadness or sullenness mingled most largely in the feelings mirrored in his face. There was a marked change in Oscar's demeanor for several days after this event, though not pre- cisely such a change as Marcus desired to see. He was silent, and carried a moody and sullen look upon his face, which did not escape the notice even of the children, although they knew nothing of its cause. Marcus treated him as kindly as ever ; but >QW he longed to look into that troubled heart, and read the thoughts and feelings that were stir- ring its depths ! About this time a new wonder suddenly ap- 12* 138 THE CIBCUS BILL. pearcd in town. Tlie children came home from school with glowing accounts of a mammoth poster or show-bill exhibited outside of the post office, and covering a good portion of one side of the building. It was printed in all kinds of gay col- ors, and besprinkled from top to bottom with pictures, representing men, women and horses per- forming all manner of wonderful feats. They also brought home some small bills that had been scat- tered among the children. It was very seldom that a circus found its way into the small and secluded village of Highburg, but it was pretty evident that one was coming now, " for one day only," and that the children were well-nigh be- witched with the highly-colored descriptions of the entertainment given by the great poster. There was a decided drawing down of faces, when Mrs. Page informed the excited group that she did not consider the circus a suitable place for them to visit, and could not consent to their going. Some of them were even disposed to question her posi- tion. " Why," said Otis, " mother would let us go, if she were here." * OBJECTIONS TO THE CIKCUS. 139 " I do not know about that," replied Mrs. Page ; " and therefore I must act according to my own judgment." "I don't see what harm there could be in our going just once," remarked Kate. " We ought not to go to an improper place even 'just once,' " replied Mrs. Page. " Circus perform- ers are generally a low class of men and women ; their entertainments are low and degrading; and the dregs of the community usually gather around them. Those are the reasons why I do not wish you to go to such a place." "You Ve been to the circus, have n't you, Oscar ?'' inquired Ronald. " Yes, I have been a good many times," replied Oscar. "And you agree with me, in your opinion of it, do n't you ? " inquired Mrs. Page. "I don't know I always liked to go pretty well," replied Oscar. This remark gave Mrs. Page much uneasiness, and she took the first opportunity, when Oscar was alone, to caution him against saying anything in the presence of the children that would excite their 140 ARRIVAL OF THE CIRCUS. desires to go to the circus; a request which he prom- ised to comply with. The circus paraded through the town on the ap- pointed morning, with its wagon-load of noisy horn-blowers and drum-beaters, and its procession of fancy carriages and fine horses. The great tent was pitched, in the presence of all the idlers of the village, and in due time the door was opened to the public, and the performance commenced. Oscar finished his work and lessons as early as possible, in the afternoon, and then quietly slipped away from home, without the knowledge of any one. He turned his steps towards the village, where the circus was encamped. He wished merely to see what was going on, and did not intend to ven- ture within the tent, since his aunt Avas so strongly opposed to such places of amusement. On reach- ing the circus grounds, he found a motley crowd assembled, composed chiefly of young men and half-grown boys, with a sprinkling of women and young children. There were few representatives of the better class of the population to be seen ; but that marvel of laziness, old 'Siah Stebbins, was there, leaning against a fence, with his hands in his WHO WEEK THERE. 141 pockets ; and so was Gavett, the man who once served three months in the county jail for stealing wood ; and so were poor Silly John, the pauper, and Tim Hallard, the drunkard, and Dick Adams, the loafer par excellence, and little Bob Gooden, swaggering about with a cigar in his mouth, and Sam Hapley, swearing faster than ever, and his brother Henry, eagerly taking lessons in vice. All these were on the field, and others of like charac- ter. Some of the boys were mimicking perform- ances they had witnessed inside the tent turning somersets, standing on their hands, leaping, twisting their bodies into unaccountable shapes, etc. Two donkeys belong- ing to the circus, mounted by boys, were driven around the field at a fu- rious pace. A donkey being a novel sight to most of the people, the race attracted much at- tention from, the outsid- ers, and served admirably to tole them into the enclosure the object intended. 142 AN UNEXPECTED 3IEETING. As Oscar was sauntering about, he came unex- pectedly upon Otis, who, with several others of the academy boys, hastened over to the circus, as soon as dismissed, " to see what was going on." " "What, are you here ? I thought aunt told you to go right home when school was dismissed," said Oscar. " I 'm going right home," replied Otis, adding, to himself, "I rather think I've just as good a right here as you have." A moment after, as Otis was still standing by the side of Oscar, there came along a boy about the age of the latter, foppishly dressed, and with a bold face and a careless, swaggering air. His eyes met Oscar's, and there was an instant recognition. " What, is that you, Alf ! " exclaimed Oscar. " Halloo, Oscar, is that you ! " cried the other. "How came you here do you belong to the circus ? " inquired Oscar. " Yes," replied the other ; " but how came you here ? I thought you were in the house of correc- tion, or some such place. How did you get out of that last scrape, say? O, I remember, they sent you to the Reform School, didn't they?" ALFRED WALTON. 143 Oscar, confused and distressed by this unexpected exposure, made signs to the other to desist, and attempted to turn off the affair as a joke. The strange remark of the strange boy, however, at- tracted the attention of Otis and several others of Oscar's acquaintances who were standing by, and set them to wondering. The real name of Oscar's new-found acquaintance was Alfred Walton, but he figured on the circus bills as "Master Paulding." For years the two boys lived near each other, in Boston, and had been very intimate, their tastes and habits being much alike. The hotel and stables kept by Alfred's step- father had been one of Oscar's favorite resorts, and there he learned many of the bad lessons which he was now trying to forget. He had heard nothing from Alfred for a long time, but now learned from him that he quarrelled with his step-father and ran away from home five or six months previous, and being familiar with horses, had since followed the career of a circus rider. "And look here," added Alfred, taking Oscar aside, " if you want a chance, I '11 speak a good word for you to the old man. I should n't wonder 144 AN OFFER. if he would take you on trial I bet I can put him up to it. We Ve got a good company they are a high old set of fellows, I tell you." "O no, I can't join you I've engaged to stay here two or three years," replied Oscar " Pooh, never mind that you can slip off easily enough, just as I did," said Alfred, who seemed to have no idea that any thing but force could hold a person to an engagement with which he was dis- satisfied. " But I do n't want to slip off I like here, well enough," added Oscar. " Then you must have altered amazingly, if you can content yourself in such a horribly dull hole as this," rejoined Alfred. " Why, I 'd hang myself before I 'd stay here three weeks. Come, you like to see the world as well as the rest of us do. Say you'll go, and I'll speak to the old man. He'll give you twelve or fifteen dollars a month, as soon as you get broke in a little. That 's better than you can do here, I know. What do you get now, any how ? " "I don't have wages father pays my board, and I 'm going to school this winter," replied Oscar. OSCAR PEESSED IN. 145 " "Well, I should think yoji 'cl rather be your own man, and have a chance to see the world, than be cooped up in the woods here, two or three years," added Alfred. "But come in, or you wont get a sent performances begin in five minutes," he added, drawing out a watch, to which was attached a flashy chain. " No, I did n't intend to go in the folks wont know where I am," replied Oscar. " Yes, you are going in, too it wont cost you anything I '11 put you through," said Alfred, push- ing Oscar towards the door. Oscar was unable to withstand the pressing invi- tation of his old comrade, and suffered himself to be led into the enclosure, w y here he remained through the entire performance, which did not close until nearly dark. His prolonged absence was no- ticed at home, and led to unpleasant suspicions; but as Otis remained silent, for fear of exposing himself, nothing definite was known of his where- abouts. Oscar hurried home with many misgivings, after the exhibition had concluded, and was agreeably surprised to find the supper table still standing for 13 146 CALLED TO ACCOUNT. him, and was yet more gratified that no questions were asked in relation to his absence. When he went up to bed, however, Marcus accompanied him to his chamber, and the following conversation took place : " Oscar, where have you been this afternoon ? " " Over to the circus." " Did you go in, or only remain outside ? " " I went in." "I am very sorry to hear it, and surprised too. You knew it was much against our wishes, did you not?" Oscar made no reply. "You knew neither mother nor I would haA'e consented to your going to such a place, did you not?" continued Marcus. " I supposed you would n't." "Then why did you go? Do you intend to pay any regard to our wishes, or do you mean to have your own way in everything ? " Oscar remained silent. "Do yon remember what I said to you a few days ago, about your behavior ? " "Yes, sir." THE PUNISHMENT. 147 " Well, I suppose all it is necessary for me to say now, is, that I intend to abide strictly by what I said at that time. Your going to the circus was to all intents an act of wilful disobedience, and as a punishment, I shall have to declare you a prisoner for the rest of the week." Oscar did not appear much pleased with this an- nouncement, and something like an expression of anger flitted across his countenance, but he made no reply. "I do not intend to make you a close prisoner," continued Marcus. " I shall let you go on parole, if you agree to that arrangement. I suppose you know what that means." " It means that I can go at large, if I '11 agree not to go off," said Oscar. "Yes," replied Marcus, "you have the idea. When a prisoner of war is released on parole, he gives his word of honor tnat he will riot go beyond certain fixed limits, and that he will not take part in any hostile act. As we are not at war, we can dispense with the latter part of the bargain. All I shall require is, that you will give me your word of honor not to go beyond certain limits I shall 148 THE PAROLE. name, without special leave from me, during the rest of this week. You can have your choice be- tween this, and being kept a close prisoner in the house. Which do you choose ? " " To go on parole." * " And do you give your word of honor ? " "Yes, sir." "Well, you may consider yourself on parole, from this time," added Marcus, and he mentioned the limits beyond which he was not to pass. "Supposing I should go beyond the limits what then ? " inquired Oscar, who was beginning to regard the deprivation with curiosity rather than displeasure. " I can suppose no such thing," replied Marcus. " The parole system takes it for granted that when a man deliberately gives his word of honor that he will do a certain thing, he will regard his promise as sacred and inviolable, come what may. If it were not so, there would be an end to the parole, very quick. 1 believe it seldom happens that a man is found base enough to abuse the parole. I read an account a few days ago, however, in the Life of Napoleon, of some soldiers who broke th^ir parole, BREAKING THE PAROLE. 149 but they were Turks. During one of Napoleon's campaigns in Syria, he captured ten or twelve hun- dred Turkish troops, and released them on parole. Soon after, they were again taken prisoners, while defending a city. A council of war was held, and after considering the matter three days, it was unanimously decided that the prisoners must die. Accordingly they were led out in small groups and shot ; and it is said that the pyramid of their bones remains in the desert to this day. But this is a very rare case, and I shall take it for granted that you will keep your promise. In fact, I have so lit- tle doubt of it, that I shall not watch you in the least, nor take any pains to find out where you go. If you go outside of the limits, I probably shall not knoAv it, unless I discover it accidentally." " Well, you may depend on my keeping within the bounds, unless I should forget myself," replied Oscar. Oscar faithfully kept his parole, through the two remaining days of the week. Under the kind and forbearing yet firm treatment he had received from Marcus, his feelings now began to relent, somewhat, and, desj^te the mitigating circumstances in the 13* 150 KELENTINGS. case, which he had not explained to any one, he felt some reproaches of conscience for the course he had pursued. On Saturday afternoon, he half resolved to acknowledge his fault to Marcus, freely and frankly, and ask forgiveness; but when the opportunity came to do so, a false pride overcame the better promptings of his heart, and stifled the words that were trembling on his lips. The quick eye of Marcus, however, perceived that a change had been wrought in the feelings of his pupil, and greatly did he rejoice at it. CHAPTER IX. CORRESPONDENCE. "Excelsior Letter- writing Society" had now been in operation several weeks, and had thus far proved a popular and useful institution. The letter-box was regularly patronized by all its members, but one of them having brought upon himself the dire penalty of exclusion from it, and he for only a single day. I do not intend to expose the delinquent, but justice requires me to say it was neither Oscar nor Ronald. The letters which passed through the domestic post office were as various as the writers and their moods. Some were long, and some brief; some serious, and others funny. There were letters advisory, admonitory, commendatory, critical, mysterious, romantic, and quizzical ; but none that were disrespectful or un- 152 o SCAB'S LETTER. kind, care having been taken to guard against these faults. A few days after the events narrated in the pre- ceding chapter, Marcus received a letter which af- forded him peculiar gratification. It was from Oscar, and was as follows : "Nov. 6th, 185-. " DEAR MARCUS, I think you would not have blamed me so much as you did for going to the circus, last Thursday, if you had known all the cir- cumstances. I did not intend to go inside, when I went over to the village ; but I met a boy there named Alfred Walton, that I used to be very inti- mate with in Boston. He belongs to the company, and tried to persuade me to join them, but I told him I did not wish to. Then he insisted upon my going in, and would not take no for an answer. He got me inside the tent, before I could get away from him. He told the doorkeeper I was his friend, and he let me in without paying. I am very sorry I went near the circus at all ; but I could not very well help going in, after I saw Alfred. " I must tell you about another thing that has troubled me a good deal. Alfred was mean or thoughtless enough to plague me about being sen- tenced to the Reform School, right before Otis and THE REPLY. 153 several other boys that know me. I turned it off as well as I could, but Otis has spoken to me about it since, and I am afraid he thinks there is some- thing in it. I had to tell him what I suppose some people would call 'a white lie,' to get rid of him. I don't see how I can keep the thing from coming out, unless I lie right up and down about it. "I have thought much lately of what you said about self-government. I like your ideas, and I mean to try to put them in practice. If you could give me any hints that would help me in mak- ing the experiment, I should be very thankful. "Yours truly, OSCAR." To this letter, Marcus replied as follows, at his earliest convenience : , Nov. 7, J85-. "DEAR Cousin OSCAR, I have not received a more welcome letter for many a day, than yours of yesterday. The extenuating circumstances you mention, in regard to your visit to the circus, change my opinion of that act very much, as you may well suppose ; for I thought you went deliber- ately, and of your own choice. You ought to have explained this before, and I wonder that you did not. Still, I do not think this plea wholly excuses you, unless you were actually forced in, which I 154 SELF-GOVEKNMENT. suppose you do not pretend ; and even in that case, you need not have remained in, after Alfred left you. Sol must still believe that you were to some extent blameworthy, first, for putting yourself in the way of temptation by going to the circus grounds ; and secondly, for yielding to the coaxings of your old friend. I am glad you see your error, and are sorry for it. " As to keeping certain parts of your history se- cret, I do not think it a matter of so much impor- tance as you probably do. If you behave well now, and for the future, these errors will soon be forgot- ten; but if they cannot be concealed without falsehood, I would not attempt to hide them. I would rather acknowledge the facts to Otis, and appeal to his honor and generosity to keep them secret. I think he would not betray you. "I am rejoiced to learn that you mean to govern yourself. I wish I could help you in this noble work. You must imagine yourself a governor, ap- pointed over a province. Your subjects are the various powers of your mind, the qualities of your heart, your habits, tastes, affections, etc. It is taken for granted that you know something of the law you are to administer. The Bible and your con- science will give you all the instruction you need on this point. The next thing to be done, is to AN ILLUSTRATION. 155 make yourself thoroughly acquainted with the peo- ple of your little province. Who are they ? What is their character ? Are they a hard set to govern, or the contrary ? How can you best manage them ? This is self-examination, and without it, we can neither know ourselves, nor govern ourselves. Well, after we understand pretty well what kind of subjects we have got to deal with, the next thing is to apply the law to them, firmly, vigorously, with unwearied watchfulness, and with a determination to conquer them. We must persevere in this until we accomplish our purpose, and our rule in our own little household is securely established. "Let me give you a familiar illustration. In looking over the little inner kingdom I am called to rule, we will suppose that I find one subject that has proved quite troublesonle. His real name is Laziness, but we will call him by his polite name, Mr. Ease. I can see very plainly, as I examine the past, that I owe to him a great many wasted hours and opportunities, and a great many good things not done. Well, one cold winter morning, I aston- ish Mr. Ease very much by informing him, before my eyes are fairly open, that I intend to rise in- stanter. This is something very strange, and he begins to expostulate, and to plead for a few mo- ments more in the warm bed j but before he can 156 ME. EASE AND I. finish his plea, I am up, and half dressed. ' You are not going to make the fire your mother can do that,' says Ease, as I go into the kitchen ; ' But I am going to make it,' I reply, and at it I go, at once. Then I go out to the barn, and see to the stock; but before the morning work is half done, Mr. Ease says, in his blandest voice, ' Come, go into the house, and warm yourself, and get ready for breakfast. This is cold work let the boys finish it.' I pay no attention to his advice, but keep about my work until it is done, and have all the better appetite for my breakfast, for doing so. Af- ter that meal, Mr. Ease kindly reminds me that I have not read the magazine that came yesterday, and suggests that I might spend an hour very com- fortably with it in the chimney corner, on such a cold morning. But I tell him it is a clear, bright day, and there is plenty of work to do, and at it I go, without further parley. After dinner, Mr. Ease again intrudes himself, in his blandest way. 4 Come,' he says, ' you 've worked hard all the fore- noon, now put the horse into the sleigh and have a ride ; the afternoon is fine, and the sleighing excel- lent.' ' Ah, yes, the sleighing is good,' I reply ; ' I think I'll improve it by hauling a load or two of wood, and take the ride some other time.' " So I keep ' snubbing ' this Mr. Ease, as coolly as THE VICTORY. 157 you please, day after day. Finding he is losing his power over me, he grows shy and glum, and slinks away, and at length I hear but very little from him. He is conquered. And if I find any other upstarts or usurpers in my dominions, I serve them in the same way. If I can't snub them into submission, as I did Mr. Ease, I just seize them firmly by the throat, and choke them down. That is the way I served Mr. Anger. " To do all this, you must rely upon principle, not impulse. You must form a fixed purpose to govern yourself, and adhere to it, through thick and thin. You must also be willing to submit to some self-denial and sacrifice. Don 't be frightened at those words. They look like bugbears, but after all, they are at the root of all our happiness. Al- most our first and last experience of life is that of desires denied. From infancy to old age, we are daily and almost hourly called to sacrifice a lesser for a greater good ; and until we yield cheerfully to this great law, we have not learned to live, nor have we known true happiness. Self-indulgence and ease make puny, vicious and unhappy men. Self-control and self-denial make strong and noble souls the master spirits that rule the world. "I will add but one thought more. However painful the efibrtat self-government may be, at first, 14 158 MOBE LETTERS. the power of habit will gradually render the work easy, until at length it will actually become a plea- sure. " Wishing you much success in your good pur- pose, I remain " Your affectionate cousin, " MAKCUS." It was not often that so long and formal a letter as this found its way into the family post office. Most of the missives exchanged between the mem- bers of the society, were brief notes, a few speci- mens of which are given : "MARCUS PAGE, ESQ. Dear Sir, I propose that we take the hay-cart, Saturday afternoon, and all hands go off after nuts. What say you to the plan ? " Yours truly, OTIS. " Oct. 25th." " O, fie, Ronald ! how could you say, ' I intended to have wrote ! ' It is perfectly barbarous. ' I in- tended to have written,' is what you shoiild have said. ' I got my lessons ' is bad, too ; you mean you learned your lessons. Please put two t's in re- gretted, next time, and write Friday with a capital F. But I Won't play the critic any more, just now, THE CBITIC CRITICISED. 159 for fear you might banish from your list of corres- pondents " Your faithful friend, KATE. " Nov. 2." To this note Kate received the following reply, the next day : " O, fie, Kate ! how could you say, ' I intended to have written ! ' It is perfectly barbarous. ' I in- tended to icrite ' is what you should have said. If you don't believe me, I can show you the rule in the grammar. Don't be afraid to 'play the critic' I like to have you do it ! " Yours in fun, HON. "Nov. 3." Ronald was not accustomed to take things upon trust, especially from one near his own age, when he could conveniently verify their truth for himself. This habit led him to investigate the blunders pointed out by Kate, and the result was, that he was able to convict his critic of a serious grammat- ical error a " turning of the tables " which he en- joyed with a roguish zest. Kate did not need to consult the grammar, to satisfy herself in regard to the error ; for she at once recalled to mind the rule she had learned : " All verbs expressive of hope, de- 160 AN APOLOGY. sire, intention, or command, must invariably be fol- lowed by the present, and not the perfect of the infinitive." The post office sometimes served as a medium through which an uneasy conscience sought relief, as in the following : " HIGHBURG, Oct. 26th. "DEAR Miss LEE, I don't know what you think of me, for speaking to you so rudely, last evening. I was only in fun, of course, but I sup- pose I earned it too far. I was sorry for it a min- ute after. I hope you will excuse me, this time, and I will be more careful in future. " Ever yours, KATE." Kate, in a merry mood, had rallied Miss Lee upon her state of singleness, applying to her the epithet, "old maid," and using other expressions that were not quite proper, considering the differences be- tween their ages ; hence this apology. Miss Lee, it should be added, was loved and esteemed none the less by those who knew her, because of the pe- culiarity of which Kate made sport. She was an especial favorite with the children of the family, and AUNT FANNY. 161 her pleasant words and looks, her obliging disposi- tion, her sound advice, her clear explanations of school lesson and other mysteries, her inexhaustible fund of anecdote and story, and not least, the beau- tiful productions of her pencil and brush, constituted an attraction which all felt and acknowledged. She had spent many years in teaching, but had now re- linquished the profession. Her services as an ar- tist were highly appreciated by the children, who coaxed many a pretty drawing or painting from her portfolio. Her letters were eagerly sought for, as they sometimes contained the fruits of her pencil, as well as of her pen. Here is one of them : "Nov. 4. " DE AE OTIS, Enclosed I send the drawing of the four dogs, which you wished me to make for your little brother. When you forward it to him, you had better call his attention to the dotted lines, otherwise he might not understand the design of the picture. If he should get a piece of tracing pa- per, he might easily make for himself a separate copy of each of the four dogs. I have not had a letter from you yet. Won't my turn come soon ? " Your friend sincere, FANNY." 14* 162 THE FOUR DOGS. Here is a copy of the picture enclosed in this letter : Thus did the domestic post office serve alike to entertain the younger members of the family, and to educate their minds and hearts. Its novelty had not yet begun to wear off, and it was regarded by all as one of the established institutions of the family. CHAPTER X. A WOUNDED CONSCIENCE. Tl/TRS. PAGE and Marcus were riding in the out- skirts of the town, one afternoon, when they stopped a few moments at the door of an acquaint- ance a lady named Blake. She was a widow, and had a large family of children. One of them, a girl named Ellen, was standing near the horse, when her mother remarked " I wish I could find a place for Ellen, this win- ter. If she could n't earn anything more than her board, it would be better than nothing." "How old are you, Ellen? " inquired Marcus. " Thirteen last spring," replied the girl. " Do you want to go away to live ? " asked Mrs. Page. " I do n't know," replied Ellen, with considerable hesitation. 164 A SUGGESTION. "No, she would rather stay at home," interposed her mother ; " but I think she is getting old enough to do something for herself. She could make her- self quite useful to any one, if she tried." " So I should suppose," said Mrs. Page. " Per- haps I can think of some one who would like to take her this winter I will let you know, if I do." "Mother," said Marcus, on their way home, " would n't it be a good plan for you to take Ellen to help you, this winter? Our family is so large, now, that I think you and Aunt Fanny ought to have some help. Ellen could make the beds, and set the table, and wash the dishes, and do a good deal of other work. Mrs. Lane says she is quite handy about housework. She had the whole man- agement of the family affairs nearly a fortnight, last summer, when her mother was sick." Mrs. Page did not then make any very definite reply to this proposition, although the same idea had occurred to herself, when Mrs. Blake spoke of Ellen. After thinking and talking the matter over for a few days, and making the necessary inquiries about Ellen, it was decided that she might come to live with them for the winter, if she chose. Mar- THE SCHOOL PRIZES. 165 cus was accordingly despatched to inform Mrs. Blake of the opening they had made for her daugh- ter. The offer was gratefully accepted, especially as Marcus assured her that Ellen would probably have time and facilities for continuing her studies, the same as if she were attending school. It was agreed that she should be in readiness for her new home, the next week. The district school which Ronald attended was now near the end of the fall term. It was to close with a public examination and exhibition, for which considerable preparation had been made. Several prizes were to be awarded, for good behavior and scholarship. Among others, a favorite book was to be given to the boy who showed the neatest kept and best executed writing-book at the close of the term. A similar prize was offered to the girls, and another to the scholar whose book showed the greatest improvement, during the term. For the first-named prize Ronald had been a candidate, until the unfortunate blotting of his book, which threw him out of the contest. On the day before the exhibition, as the teacher was making a final examination of the writing-books, she was surprised 166 ANOTHEK BLOTTED BOOK. and vexed to observe several fresh blots upon the book which she supposed would take the prize. It belonged to LCAVIS Daniels, a boy who sat by the side of Ronald. He denied all knowledge of the matter, however, and could hardly believe that it was his book that was disfigured, until he had seen it for himself. When told that these blots had probably lost him the prize, he did not manifest much emotion ; and, indeed, he seemed to take the affair so coolly, from first to last, that Mrs. Benham, the teacher, did not know what to think of it. She at length determined to have some further conver- sation with him on the subject, and with this pur- pose detained him after school was dismissed. " Lewis," she said, when they were alone, " to- morrow is probably the last day that I shall ever be your teacher. I want to part pleasantly with all my scholars, and to carry away agreeable recol- lections of them. But I feel a little troubled about you. I am afraid you have not told me the truth about your writing-book, and I can't bear to think you are going to bid me good-by with a falsehood in your mouth. Now if yon have tried to deceive me, I want you to confess it all, and be forgiven, GUILT BETEAYE1). 167 for I shall not punish you, as we are about to sep- arate." Lewis colored deeply, and replied in a husky voice "I told you all I knew about it." " But you told me nothing about it," replied Mrs. Benham, whose suspicions were further excited by this reply. "I know nothing about it," added Lewis. " Lewis Daniels," continued the teacher, mildly, after a slight pause, " can you look me calmly in the eye, and say that ? No, I knew you could not. You cannot act out such a black falsehood. Your manner betrays you. Now will you acknowledge the whole truth ? " " I blotted the book myself, " said Lewis, burst- ing into tears. " How did it happen ? " inquired Mrs. Benham. " I did it on purpose, because I did n't want to take the prize," sobbed the boy. "That is a very singular reason I hope you will not tell me any more untruths about the mat- ter," replied the teacher, mildly, a shade of anxiety flitting across her face. 168 A MYSTERY EXPLAINED. " It is nothing but the truth, as true as I 'm alive," continued Lewis ; " I did n't want to get the prize away from Ronald : that 's why I did it." " That was very generous in you, if you are tell- ing the truth," replied the teacher ; " but was it just to yourself? If you fairly earned the prize, why should you give it up to another ? " "I didn't earn it fairly," replied Lewis, amid fresh tears and sobs. " I thoiight he would get the prize, and so I blotted his book one morning, before he got to school. You punished him for it do n't you remember ? " Mrs. Benham did remember, and it would be hard to say whether she or her conscience-stricken pupil suffered most at the recollection of the trying scenes thus recalled, the mystery of which was now unfolded to her. It was not strange that her own tears mingled with those of the sobbing boy, for she felt that she too had erred, though she hoped innocently. "My poor boy, you have been most severely punished for your fault," at length resumed Mrs. Benham. "Conscience is a stern judge. 'A wounded spirit who can bear ? ' " A WOUNDED SPIKIT. 169 "Yes, ma'am, when you punished Ronald, and when he got up before the school and asked your pardon" but the penitent boy's emotions were too deep to allow him to finish the sentence. "And I suppose you have been suffering more or less from this concealed sin, every day since, noAV about six weeks," said Mrs. Benham. " Yes, ma'am," replied Lewis. " I felt so mean that I used to keep out of Ronald's way as much as I could. I hated to see him. Then I tried to treat him as well as I could, but that did n't help me much. So I made up my mind at last that I would serve my Avriting-book the same way that I served his." "And did you expect to gain peace of mind in this way by committing another fault, and cov- ering it over with a falsehood?" inquired the teacher. "Yoxir last error was almost as bad as the first. I hope this will be a lesson to you, as long as you live. By delaying this confession so many weeks, you have caused yourself a great deal of suffering, and got further into trouble than you were at first. But as I promised, I cheerfully for- give all, so far as it concerns me. Do you think 15 170 PKAYEK. there is any one else whose forgiveness you ought to seek?" " I suppose I ought to tell Ronald about it, and ask him to forgive me," replied Lewis. " I should do so, most certainly," said the teacher; " and you had better see him to-night, if possible, as you may not have an opportunity to speak with him to-morrow. Is there any one else whose for- giveness you propose to seek ? " " I do n't know," replied Lewis, in doubt. "Don't you think your Heavenly Father will expect you to confess this matter to him, and ask his forgiveness ? " inquired the teacher. " You have sinned against him quite as much as against Ronald or me. Are you in the habit of praying to him ? " "No, ma'am only I say a hymn sometimes, when I go to bed," replied Lewis. " I am sorry you do not pray to him," resumed the teacher. "He made you, and he gives you every good thing you receive, and when you do wrong, he is grieved. I should think you would thank him every day for the blessings he gives, and ask him for those things you need ; and when you displease him, I wonder how you can help ask- PRAYER. 171 ing him to forgive you, and to keep you from falling into sin again. "Will you join with me, now, in seeking his forgiveness ? " Lewis bowed assent, and knelt down with his teacher, who offered a brief and fervent prayer in his behalf, that his sins might be truly repented of and forgiven, and that he might be kept from trans- gression hereafter. She then urged him to seek the divine forgiveness, in secret prayer at home, and with a kindly good-night, they separated. Lewis went directly to Mrs. Page's, where he found Ronald, in company with the other children. After a little while, he managed to draw him aside, saying " Come out this way, Ronald I Ve got some- thing to tell you." " Well, tell away," replied Ronald. "You know the teacher found some blots on my writing-book, this afternoon ? " " Yes how came they there ? " " I blotted it myself." " You did ? Then you told a whopper." " I did it purposely, too." 172 FORGIVEN. " Then you was a fool. Why, you might have taken the prize, if you had. n't done it." "But I did something worse than that." "What was it?" "I blotted your book the other day, so I might make sure of the prize." " You mean " but the hasty reply was in- stantly checked by a glance at the sorrowful face before him, and Ronald stood silent and ashamed. " I 'm sorry for it, and I hope you will forgive me," added Lewis, the tears gathering in his eyes. " I told the teacher all about it, and she has for- given me." " O yes, I '11 forgive you, too, seeing you have owned up of your own accord." " I 've suffered enough for it to be forgiven, at any rate." " You blotted your book so as to be even with me ? Well, that was doing the handsome thing, any way. You might have kept dark, and got the prize, just as easy as not. I never supposed any one blotted my book on purpose ; I thought it Avas an accident." Lewis repeated his expressions of sorrow for his KOXALD'S PRIZES. 173 offence, and received renewed assurances of for- giveness. He then returned home with a lighter heart than he had known for many a day. The examination of the school, the next day, passed off very successfully. A goodly company of visitors was present, the order and general be- havior of the scholars were excellent, the classes appeared well, and the singing and declamations were attractive. Ronald, unexpectedly to himself 5 bore off two of the honors one for general pro- gress in his studies, and the other for the neatest writing-book. Both prizes were books adapted to his age. As the writing prize was handed to him, the committee-man who distributed the gifts, re- .i>t the tempations of entreprize to lix the i-onlidance of his solders without the attraction of victery : to support the spin-it of the arniey and the propel ammidst those floe and causl.ious planns of difensive warfare ii-!i are more despereting than deflate iteelf: to restrain his ownc h:iiiil-ition and the empettuosity of his troupe.-: to in- dim; temporary hobscuvety for the salivation of his contrv ami for the at- tanement of soiled and iiiiorfal glory : and to suffer even temj'.-iriin n-pn ;ich and oblaqny, rapported l>v tin- h;>pro- bation of hi* own con-if-noe. nd the applaus of that small number of v,i.--e men whose praise is an earnest of the hadmeratioii and grattitocdo of poss- terity. Corage is enspired by succes, and it may be stimulated to dasperate exirtion even by callamity. but i. gen- erally pallseyed by inactivity. A ses- tern of eaushous defence is the severest tryal of human fortitoode nme- times run through a book, and are not able to tell afterwards what they have been reading. " John," said the schoolmaster, " you will soon be a man, and will have to do business. What do you suppose you will do when you have to write letters, unless you learn to fpttl, better ?" " 0, sir, I shall put easy words in them." "Dick, I say, why don't you turn the bnffnlo robe t'o'her side out? hair is the warmest." " Bah, Tom, you get, out. Do you suppose the animal himself did n't know how to wear nis hide ? " CHAPTER Xin. MASTER PAGE. O impatient was Ronald to enter upon his academic ca- reer, that he had his school books and his slate all ready for a start, Saturday after- noon. On going up to his chamber, later in the day, he was pleasantly surprised to find a nice new satchel upon his table, which his mother had made for him, as a birth-day present. He packed his books into it, and swung it over his shoulder, and walked back and forth, to see how it would seem. 2U2 THE ACADEMY COMMENCES. While he was thus indulging in pleasant anticipa- tions, his room-mate, Otis, was undergoing a very different experience. Entering the chamber, with- out noticing Ronald, he threw himself upon the bed, and burst into tears. Ronald did not need to inquire what ailed him. His parents had that after- noon made their promised visit to Kate and Otis, and had just started for home, .and the poor boy was consequently suffering from that most distress- ing malady of the mind home-sickness. Ro- nald's efforts to enliven him proved unavailing, and he was reluctantly compelled to leave him to his grief, which did not wholly subside until sleep came to his relief. On Monday morning, more than half an hour before the first stroke of the academy bell was heard, Ronald was busily engaged in hurrying up his academical associates, whose moderation in get- ing themselves ready for the day's business seemed to him almost too bad to be patiently endured. However, contrary to his predictions, all arrived at the academy in good season, though they went in straggling parties for it was the preference of all to walk, rather than ride, when the weather and TALKING OVEK MATTERS. 203 the roads permitted. Of course, they carried their dinners. At five minutes before nine o'clock the bell sounded, and the scholars and teachers assembled in the school-room. The forenoon was spent in taking the names of the pupils, assigning seats, forming classes, giving out lessons, and in general remarks to the students on the purpose for which they had assembled, and the duties which they were expected to perform. Most of the prelimi- nary matters were settled, in the forenoon, and the regular studies commenced with the afternoon ses- O sion. The incidents of the day afforded plenty of topics for conversation to Marcus and the students from his family, as they proceeded home, at night. Gen- eral satisfaction was expressed that one of the mon- itors' desks, overlooking a division of the smaller boys, had been assigned to Oscar. This arrange- ment seemed peculiarly gratifying to Ronald and Otis, who thus came under his oversight, and who smiled incredulously, when he declared that he should keep a particularly sharp eye upon them. Os- car expressed himself as much pleased with the pre- 204 BEQUESTS DEFIED. ceptor, Mr. Upton. Kate, who had been promoted to the highest class, and was in excellent spirits, said she always admired Mr. Upton, and thought she should rather like his new assistant, Mr. Pa^e. ' O Otis and Ronald, on the other hand, were a little disappointed because Marcus had disregarded their joint request, that they might sit together, and had placed them so far apart that any intercourse during school hours, except by means of winks, signs and paper " spit balls," would be out of the question. The reason Marcus gave for this refusal, the fear that they would have too good a time together, was not very consoling to the boys. Instead of Otis, Ronald had for his nearest comrade the boy who blotted his writing-book at the district school, Lewis Daniels. Both Marcus and Ronald, how- ever, treated Lewis with kindness, and tried to make him forget the injury he had inflicted iipon the latter. The ardor with which Ronald set out for school in the morning was a little dampened by one or two other incidents that occurred during the day. At noon, as he approached a group of large boys, he heard one of them say THE L A K G E BOYS. 205 "I don't care for Marcus Page he's nothing but a boy, himself. He was a scholar, here, for a year or more after I joined the academy." On turning round, and seeing Ronald near, the large boy added " Here, you youngster, you need n't go and tell Page everything you hear, because you happen to live with him ; because if you do, you '11 be sorry for it." Ronald had no heart to report this conversation to Marcus, though he cared nothing for the threat. His ears tingled, however, to hear Marcus spoken of in this way, and from that moment he felt a strong dislike towards the boy in question, who, to do him justice, was not so bad as he seemed, but only had an unhappy habit of saying more than he felt, and threatening more than he was willing to perform. Another large boy, a mischievous but not ill- meaning fellow, annoyed Ronald a good deal by applying to him the nickname Frenchy, and telling him he had got to wear it as his " academical name." Ronald reported this to Marcus ; but the latter ad- vised him to take no notice of the affair, telling him 18 206 JESSIE HAP LEY. that the inventor of the nickname would probably soon forget all about it, if he saw that it did not trouble Ronald. " Who would have thought of seeing Jessie Hap- ley in the academy!" exclaimed Kate, as they were walking home. " I declare, I never was more surprised in my life they are so poor, you know." " But Jessie is a very fine girl, if she is poor," said Marcus. "O, yes, I like her very much," promptly re- sponded Kate; "and I'm glad she is going to school Avith us ; but I did n't suppose her father could afford to send her." " She earned the money herself, to pay for her tui- tion," added Marcus. "She sees she has got to support herself, if not the rest of the family, and she is anxious to qualify herself for teaching. She thinks she is better adapted to that business than to any other, and I think so, too. She is an excel- lent scholar, and you will have to look out for your laurels, Kate, now that she is in school." " Well, she is older than I am," said Kate, quite unconcerned. ABBY LEONARD. 207 " Only a few months," added Marcus ; " besides, her school privileges have been very limited, com- pared with yours." " No matter, I do n't think I shall be jealous of her," replied Kate. " I always did like Jessie, and if any girl is going to excel me, I 'd rather it should be her than any one else. But Abby Leonard de- clares that she wont associate with her. She says she hates to see a poor girl all the time ' trying to be somebody.'" " I am afraid Abby is not so wise as she might be, if she has enjoyed the advantages of city soci- ety," observed Marcus. " Do you know what she does to make herself look pale and slender? " inquired Kate. " She eats chalk, and slate pencils, and drinks lots of vinegar. She advised me to try it, because I 'm so plump. She thinks it does n't look interesting and genteel, to be fat." " I hope you wont follow her advice, unless you Avish to ruin your health," replied Marcus. " I shall have to speak to her about this subject she has fallen into a very dangerous practice, as well as a foolish theory. In fact, if she consumes those ar- 208 ALARMING PROPOSAL. tides to any extent, she is committing suicide, whether she knows it or not." The current of events continued to flow on smoothly day after day, at the academy, until one morning, when the principal failed to appear. Mar- cus opened the session, at the usual hour, and soon after received a note from Mr. Upton, stating that he was ill, and unable to be present. Marcus con- ducted the school through the day, with very good success, and before returning home, called upon his associate, whom he found prostrated with an illness which would probably detain him from his labors for several weeks. " I do not see but that you will have to take my place, for a week or two, Marcus," said Mr. Upton. " We have got well under way, and everything is going on smoothly, so that I think you and Miss Tillotson can manage matters very well, for a little while." Marcus shook his head, and looked somewhat alarmed, at this proposition. Nor was he slow in making known his objections. He had had little experience in teaching, even the simpler branches, and as to the higher studies, lie was appalled by MAKCUS AS PRINCIPAL. 209 what he considered his lack of qualifications. Then how could lie, an inexperienced youth, maintain the discipline of such a school, composed in part of pupils as old as himself, some of whom had been his school-mates a year previous? Mr. Upton, however, did not give much heed to these objec- tions. He did not doubt Marcus's qualifications to teach any of the branches, and as to the discipline, if he experienced any trouble, the trustees would give him all necessary aid. As it would be im- practicable to make any other arrangement, at least for a week or two, Marcus at length consented to assume this new responsibility. The next morning, Marcus informed the scholars of the new duties that had devolved upon him, and expressed his determination to do his best to make good their preceptor's place, at the same tune solic- iting their aid and co-operation in the work. "With now and then a trifling exception, the school was as orderly and quiet as usual, and Marcus was soon satisfied that the public sentiment of his charge was on his side, and would sustain him in his posi- tion. This was especially true of the older schol- ars, of whom he had most stood in doubt. Appre- 18* 210 TROUBLESOME BOYS. elating the value of their privileges, even the least sedate of them, had no inclination to come in col- lision with their young teacher, for whom, indeed, they all felt some degree of esteem, as a personal friend. Neither did the younger pupils manifest any disposition to question his authority. Two days' experience satisfied Marcus that the only pupils from whom, he had reason to anticipate trouble were three or four boys, some thirteen or fourteen years old ; and he had no doubt that he should be able to bring these turbulent spirits into subjection, in a few days. These troublesome boys happened to be seated together, near the back part of the room, and at times they created some little disturbance in that quarter. Before dismissing school at night, Marcus pleasantly informed them, separately, that he pro- posed to re-seat some of the boys, and then pro- ceeded to arrange such an exchange of desks as brought them nearer to his platform, and at the same time scattered them apart. One or two of the worst of them, by this change, were brought under the monitorial eye of Oscar. Marcus now made it a special object to secure THE SXOW STATUE. 211 the confidence and good-will of the more unruly part of his charge. One noon, he saw several of his most troublesome boys at work upon a snow figure, in the grove back of the academy. He ap- proached them, and, commending their skilful workmanship, soon drew them into a pleasant con- versation. As he watched the growing statue, he observed that the credit belonged mainly to one of the lads, named Charles Wilder, who directed the labor of the others. Marcus had noticed that this boy exercised a good deal of influence over his comrades; but in the school-room he was rather inattentive to his lessons, and inclined to mischief. " Charlie 's the boy for this kind of work," said one of the lads, addressing Marcus. " Yes, I see he understands it," replied Marcus. "You have quite an artist's eye, Charlie. Where did you learn so much about modelling ? " " O, I do n't know much about it all I do know came natural to me," replied the boy. " I remember seeing an account of a young man in this State," said Marcus, "who made a statue of snow and ice that was so beautiful, that a rich 21'2 SCULPTURE. gentleman ordered a copy of it in marble. Per- haps you will be as fortunate as he, one of these days." "I mean to be a sculptor, some time or other," replied Charles, his face lighting up with an expres- sive smile. " I suppose it 's hard work to make a statue, is n't it ? " inquired one of the boys. "No, I don't know as it is exactly what you would call hard work, but it requires a good deal of skill, and taste, and genius, to make a fine statue," replied Marcus. "O, I suppose they have plenty of tools, and pound it out," observed another boy. " Pound out your grandma'am with tools, just as much ! " exclaimed Charles, with a glance of min- gled pity and indignation at the boy who held this degraded view of the beautiful art to which his soul was thus early wedded. " You must be somewhat proficient in drawing, Charlie, to design such a statue as this," resumed Marcus. " I 'm very fond of drawing, but I do n't know, much about it," replied Charles. DRAWING. 213 " You arc not taking lessons in drawing, I be- lieve ? " inquired Marcus. " No, sir ; I wanted to, but father said it was of no use," replied Charles. "I think it woidd\)e of use," said Marcus; "that is, if you have as much taste for it as I think you have. I M r ish you would let me see one of your drawings, perhaps I could persuade your father to let you take lessons, if I think it worth while." " I Ve got one in my desk I '11 ran and get it," said Charles; and he darted off, soon returning with a very neatly executed drawing of a dog hunt- ing a stag, which he had copied with much skill from an engraving. " That is very creditable to you very much so," said Marcus, as he examined the picture. "You certainly have a taste for drawing, and your father must let you take lessons of Miss Tillotson. I will speak to him about it, this week." The young artist looked pleased and grateful, and Marcus left him, not only feeling a new interest in the boy, but with a firm persuasion that he should have no further trouble with him. 214 THE STAG HUNT The above is a representation of Charles's drawing. Marcus took the trouble to call upon Mr. "Wilder, that afternoon, and after a little persuasion obtained permission for Charles to take drawing lessons. A day or two after this, Marcus found on his desk, one morning, an anonymous note, which read as follows : A COMPLAINT. 215 "To MASTER PAGE : I think it is too bad that some of the scholars should be allowed to have keys to their arithmetics, when it is agaiiist the rules. Fair play is a jewel. This is from OXE WHO KNOWS." Marcus was for a time in doubt what to do in relation to this complaint. The anonymous char- acter of the note deprived it of all claim upon his attention ; and its apparently implied censure upon him for something of which he had no knowledge, rendered it still more objectionable. After reflec- tion, however, he determined to investigate the mat- ter at once, leaving to a future occasion some re- marks to the school on the impropriety and mean- ness of writing anonymous letters of complaint. He accordingly remarked to the school : " I have been informed that some of the scholars have keys to their arithmetics. I wish all such would rise." Much to his surprise, Oscar promptly arose, and said : " I have a key, but I have made no improper use of it. I do all my sums before I look at the an- swers." 216 OSCAR KEBUKED. "Did you not know that it is contrary to the rules for any scholar to have a key ? " said Marcus. " Yes, sir," replied Oscar. "That is sufficient," said Marcus. "You have vio- lated one of our rules, whatever use you may have made of the key. If you have it here, you may deliver it up." Oscar obeyed the order, his appearance indicat- ing that he felt the mild rebuke rather keenly. It is due to him to say, that with this exception, his conduct in school had thus far been quite exem- plary, and his progress in his studies commendable. After Ronald had become somewhat familiar with the school, he found it rather difficult to wholly repress the promptings to fun within him. During the first week of the principal's absence, Marcus had occasion to reprove him several times, privately, for offences of this kind, and on one oc- casion, detained him after school, as a punishment. One afternoon, as Marcus was hearing a class recite, he was startled by one of his most quiet boys cry- ing out: "You quit that!" " What is the matter, Edmund ? " inquired Marcus. RONALD PUNISHED. 217 The boy, coloring deeply replied : "Ronald has been snapping nut-shells at me for half an hour, and he just hit me in the eye with one. I was very busy ciphering, and I spoke be- fore I thought. I forgot I was in school." Ronald was called out, a handful of nuts was transferred from his pocket to the teacher's desk, and he was then directed to stand upon the plat- form facing the school, until he had committed to memory a page from a geography used by another class. In all this Marcus was as calm and mild as usual ; but nevertheless, Ronald did not feel very pleasantly, as he took his position and commenced his task, though the punishment was not what he feared it would be, when called out. His mortifi- cation was not a little increased, when, after recit- ing the task, Marcus assigned him a new seat, directly under his own eye. Ronald avoided all company, on his way home, that afternoon, and seemed especially anxious to keep out of the reach of Marcus, through the rest of the day. Marcus, however, had something to say to Ronald, and after tea he found an opportunity to say it. " Ronald," he said, " I have been thinking that I 10 218 AX INC li EASE OF STUDIES. had better increase your lessons a little. I am afraid you are getting along too easily at school." " Why, I think our lessons are pretty hard," re- plied Ronald, somewhat surprised. " They are hard enough for most of your class, but you learn so readily that I shall have to give you some extra tasks," added Marcus. " I do n't think that is fair," replied Ronald. " If I get all the lessons that the others do, I should think that is enough." " If your lessons are so easy that you learn them without much effort," continued Marcus, " you are missing the real end of going to school. It is not the chief aim of education to give a child a smat- tering of knowledge, but the object should be to discipline his mind, and that cannot be done with- out real tasks lessons that will make him study hard, and think closely. He needs something to rouse him to exertion, and then he will begin to find out what his powers are. I think I shall let you study book-keeping and algebra, with the third class, in addition to your other lessons." " Well, if you think best, I will try it," said Ro- nald. OTIS. 219 " I have another reason for this," added Marcus. " You have too many idle moments, now. Your lessons are not hard enough to keep you out of mischief. I shall have to increase them until you have no time for idleness or mischief during study hours." Marcus imposed the additional studies upon Ronald, the next day. The salutary effects of this, and of the incidents of the previous afternoon, were soon apparent. He was careful, however, not to overtask the boy's powers, which would have been a greater evil than the opposite error. "With Otis, Marcus found a different course of management necessary. He was more quiet and orderly in school than Ronald, but less perfect in his lessons. Indeed, he was not remarkably fond of study, and needed a little spurring, now and then, to prevent his falling below the average of his class. One afternoon, as he was walking home with Marcus, he said : " I can't get that sixth sum right, any way. I 've tried it half a dozen times, and I get it exactly the same every time. The answer in the book must be wrong, for I know I did it right. I did the 220 A HARD SUM. other sums in just the same way, and they came right." " You are wrong," replied Marcus, " for I happen to know that the answer in the book is right- Georgianna Ellis came to me this afternoon with the same story. She thought the answer in the book was a mistake. But I did the sum, and found it right." " How did you do it ? " inquired Otis. "That is for you to find out yourself, if you can," replied Marcus, with a significant accent upon the last clause of the sentence. "Didn't you show Georgianna how to do it?" inquired Otis. " No," replied Marcus ; " I told her to read over the question carefully, and then to keep trying upon it until she got the right solution." " Did she get it ? " inquired Otis. " I do not know," replied Marcus ; " but if she has not found out her error, I have no doubt she will." "Then I suppose you think I can do the sum, if I keep trying," said Otis. " I have some doubts about that," replied Marcus. AN" UNPLEASANT DOUBT. 221 " I suppose I ought to give you the same direction that I gave Georgianna ; but I have little faith that you would be successful, after all." " Why could n't I find out the answer, if she can? " inquired Otis. " There is a great difference in scholars," replied Marcus. " Some are careful, and examine every- thing very closely, when they meet a difficulty, while others blunder about without much thought. Some have great perseverance, and others are quickly discouraged. And then some do not seem to have much sense, or if they have, they don't exercise it." Otis did not push his inquiries any further, and the subject was dropped. The stimulus of shame, judiciously applied, is sometimes effective when other means fail, and so it proved in this case. Otis was not discouraged by what Marcus said, but was incited by it to a new and more earnest effort. He solved the problem^ unaided, and so derived more real benefit from this one puzzling question than from all the others in the day's lesson, which he performed without difficulty. 19* CHAPTER XIV. THE TROUBLESOME SCHOLAR. rTlHERE was one boy in the academy who still caused Marcus no little anxiety. His name was Harrison Clark, and he was about fourteen years old, and large for his age. This was his first term at the academy. He was from an adjoining town, and but little was known of him, except what he him- self chose to divulge. The achievement of his short life upon which he seemed to pride himself most, was a fight he had with his former teacher, a month or two before this, in which, according to his represen- tation, he came off victor ; and he had been heard to threaten a similar infliction upon Marcus, should that personage attempt to chastise him. One or two of the elder pupils were anxious that the inso- lence of this pert young gentleman should be HARRISON'S CAREER. 223 checked by a sound thrashing, and they even inti- mated to the teacher that aid would not be want- ing, in case the boy should offer serious resistance. But Marcus thought there was a more excellent way to subdue him, and determined to try it, before resorting to harsh measures. Marcus happened one day to fall in with a towns- man of Harrison, from whom he gathered all the inforrnatidn he could in regard to the career and character of the boy. It appeared that he had been governed with severity, both at home and at school, so far as he had been governed at all. He had steadily grown worse, however, under this dis- cipline, and his parents, finding they could do noth- ing with him, had sent him away to school, as the easiest way to rid themselves of a constant trou- ble. They were finally led to this course, by his altercation with his teacher. Several boys, it seemed, got into a wild frolic in the school-room, one day, before the opening of the session, in the course of which Harrison threw an inkstand at an- other lad, by which his face and clothes were stained, and the walls, floor, and seats soiled. The teacher, after investigating the matter, ordered Harrison to 224 THE A F F B A Y . hold out his hand for punishment, which he refused to do, in an insolent manner. The teacher then attempted to seize his hand, but failing in this, he tripped the boy upon the floor, and a regular scuf- fle ensued. Another boy, still larger than Harri- son, now rushed to the assistance of the latter, and before the disgraceful affray ended, they in- flicted two or three serious blows upon the teacher, and then fled. They were both arrested for as- sault, and after a trial before a justice, were fined, Harrison ten dollars and the other boy five, besides the cost of the trial, which was divided between them. While it must be confessed that their pun- ishment was just, I think few will deny that the teacher also was to be blamed for the part he acted in the affray. " Now can't you tell me something good about Harrison ? " inquired Marcus, after listening to the foregoing recital. " I believe there is always some good trait in every person, however bad." " Well," replied the other, " I 'm thinking it would be rather hard to find anything very good about that chap. I do n't think he 's very hardened yet, but there's precious little goodness about him, I ODD AND UGLY. 225 can tell you. He thinks a good deal of his mother, and that 's the best thing I ever saw about him. And he ought to like her, for she 's a right down good woman only she's one of your easy, gentle sort, that ought n't to have anything to do with such a young scapegrace as he is." Although Harrison had made himself sufficiently troublesome in the school-room, he had thus far avoided all flagrant offences. He manifested his disposition by an air of quiet insolence and defiance, and by petty acts of annoyance, too trivial for serious notice, even could they be proved against him, which was seldom the case. It was evident, however, that he was becoming emboldened by the absence of restraints and punishments with which he had been familiar in school, and Marcus looked forward Avith some solicitude to the certainty of an open collision with him, which day by day seemed more imminent. Meanwhile, the attempts of Marcus to win him over by kindness were not very well rewarded. If he spoke kindly to the boy on the play-ground or at his desk, he got no pleas- ant word or grateful look, in return. If he tried to draw him into conversation, the responses came 226 COUGHING. grudgingly in monosyllables. On Saturday, he in- vited Harrison to come over to pass the afternoon with him and the children ; but the boy did not come ; worse yet, he did not say whether lie would or not ; and still worse, he expressed no thanks for the invitation. One cold morning, soon after the school opened, Marcus was somewhat annoyed by the coughing of the scholars not a very unusual occurrence at that season. Having reduced the school to perfect silence, so that the falling of a pin might have been heard, he proceeded to say : " I notice that many of the scholars have rather troublesome coughs. I have a cold myself, and I suppose I could cough as hard as any of you, if I chose to. But I am not going to do it. There are two objections to coughing. One is, it is inju- rious. The effort required in coughing is apt to tear the delicate fibres of the lungs. Sometimes people burst blood-vessels, while coughing, and die in consequence. The other objection is, it is unpleasant to those around us, especially in a school-room, church, or other public assembly. Sometimes, I admit, it is necessary to cough ; but THE BEARS. 227 I think most of our coughing is unnecessary. By a little attention, and a little effort of the will, we can prevent it. Now I propose that those who have colds try the experiment with me, and we will see who will hold out longest without coughing." Marcus had no sooner closed, than Harrison fell into a violent fit of coughing, which it was evident to all was feigned. Some of the younger scholars smiled at this ill-mannered freak, but others looked daggers at its perpetrator. Marcus uttered no re- buke, but the eyes of the rogue fell before his steady, quiet, searching look. A day or two after this, there was great excite- ment in the village, occasioned by the discovery that several sheep had been killed by bears, the tracks of which were found in the neighborhood of " Turkey Hill." The presence of these animals in the town had been suspected for several weeks, but this was their first attack upon the sheep-folds of the farmers. Arrangements were at once made for a grand bear hunt, the next afternoon, and all the male population, above fifteen years of age, were invited to take part in it. Marcus found, the next morning, that most of his 228 HARBISON'S ESCAPE. boys had come to school prepared to join in the hunt, either as participants or spectators. All who could, had procured guns, and as the lads and young men lounged around the academy, in groups, ex- amining and comparing their arms, a stranger might have suspected the existence of a " school rebel- lion" of a really startling description. But Avhen the bell struck, the guns were peaceably deposited in the ante-room, and the school-room assumed its usual quiet aspect. At recess several of the boys were dismissed, having brought notes from home, requesting Marcus to excuse them at that hour. Two or three others petitioned for a similar favor, but, having no authority from their parents for making the request, Marcus felt obliged to deny them. He did this the more easily, because he thought the request a needless one. The hunting party was not to rendezvous until half past twelve o'clock half an hour after the session closed for the day, for it was Saturday. Nevertheless, Har- rison Clark, who was one of the disappointed appli- cants, appeared to think differently ; for when the boys were called in from recess, he was missing. On looking from a window, Marcus saw him stand- THE RENDEZVOUS. 229 ing, gun in hand, near the post office, where a crowd of men appeared to be discussing the ar- rangements of the day. One of the large scholars was despatched to bring the runaway back; but Harrison saw the young man approaching, and mistrusting his errand, took to his heels, and made good his escape. At twelve o'clock the session closed, the contents of sundry little baskets and tin pails were hurriedly disposed of for the benefit of the inner man, and most of the boys, accompanied by their teacher, then proceeded to the place of rendezvous. After waiting awhile for tardy stragglers, the hunting party was found to muster over a hundred men and boys, all armed. An experienced hunter was chosen captain, a few directions were given to the men, and the line of march was then taken up for Turkey Hill, some" two miles distant. On reaching the. Inmting ground, the guns were loaded",;and the .party; then pro'cQed,ed to form a ring around the' hill, which was. a low eminence, densely wooded, and abound i IIL;; with ledges. Two files of men .'started in opposite directions, and encircled the hill until they met, scattering them- 20 230 A HUNTING CIRCLE. selves apart as they proceeded. Then, to test the connection of the ring in all its parts, the captain cried to his left hand man, "Are you there?" and he taking up the call, according to a previously arranged plan, shouted it to the man on his left, and thus it passed around, until it came back in a few moments to the leader. He then gave the order, " Forward! " in a similar manner; and as it ran round the line, the party began its slow march up the hill. They continued to ascend, gradually closing up the circle, until it embraced only about an acre of woods. The circle was now quite im- pervious to any animal, the hunters being within a few yards of each other. Only a small portion of the ring, however, was visible at any one point, owing to the trees and brush, and the inequality of the surface. Every gun was now cocked, and every eye was straining itself, to detect some sign of the presence of Bruin. Suddenly, the sharp crack of a gun was heard, followed by another, and another; and almost immediately, a large bear bounded out, towards the part of the circle where Marcus and Oscar were stationed. But ere the poor beast could reach the line, a score of bullets THE TROPHIE8. 231 were btiried in his body, and he fell dead. Loud and long was the shout of triumph that went up from every side ; and still louder did it grow, when it was found that this was not the only trophy, but that another though much smaller bear had been shot on the opposite side of the ring, when th'e reports of firearms were first heard. The two carcasses were placed on sleds, and dragged to the village by the boys. The largest bear was found to weigh about four hundred and fifty pounds, but the weight of the other was a lit- tle short of two hundred pounds. Before the peo- ple separated for their homes, the two carcasses were put up at auction, and sold for about fifteen dollars. It was voted to give the money to the owner of the sheep killed by the bears an aged man, in needy circumstances, who looked the grat- itude he could not speak, when the generous pro- posal was ratified by a hearty " Aye ! " On Monday morning, when Marcus read to the school the names of absentees at the previous ses- , sion, and called for excuses, he came to the following entry : " Harrison Clark left at recess." He paused a moment, and as no excuse was offered, added 232 HARBISON'S COOLNESS. " Harrison, when school is dismissed in the after- noon, you may come to my desk." " This afternoon or forenoon ? " inquired Hani- son, not at all abashed. "I said this afternoon" replied Marcus, who postponed the matter until that hour, 'because of the limited intermission from studies at noon. As Marcus anticipated, Harrison was going off without paying any regard to this command, in the afternoon; but when called he went back, saying by way of apology that he forgot all about the matter. When they were alone, Marcus inquired, very pleasantly "Well, Harrison, how did you enjoy yourself, Saturday afternoon ? " "First-rate didn't you?" coolly replied the boy. "Do you think you enjoyed the hunt as much as you would if you had n't gone off at recess-, con- trary to my express orders ? " inquired Marcus. " Well, yes, I do n't see as that made any differ- ence," replied Harrison, looking as calm and un- concerned as though he were discussing the point with some comrade. MUTUAL FKANKNESS. 233 " I see you are inclined to be frank," continued Marcus. "I am glad of that I like frank, open dealing in everybody, boys as well as men. Do n't you?" " Why, yes, I do," replied the boy. " And are you willing to be perfectly frank with me, if I will be so with you, in talking over matters now ? " inquired Marcus. " Well, I can't stop long I agreed to go some- where, after school," replied Harrison. "But we must attend to this business first," replied Marcus, in a decided tone. "Now if you say you will deal frankly with me, I will proceed at once." " Well, I will," said Harrison. " Then I will be equally frank with you, and so we shall have a fair understanding of each other, 7 ' replied Marcus. " I have noticed for several weeks, especially since Mr. Upton has been sick, that you were inclined to be disrespectful towards me, and to annoy me and the school by certain little im- proprieties that it was difficult to prove wilful, though they certainly seemed to be so. As I know of no reason why you should .wish to trouble 20* 234 SEVERITY AND KINDNESS. me for I believe I have always treated you kindly I have taken as charitable a view of this as I could. I have tried to think that you did not mean any harm, but were only a little odd in your ways. But when you set my authority at defiance so coolly, last Saturday, I saw that something more serious than oddity was the matter. And that something has got to be met, promptly and de- cidedly. Now there are two ways of meeting such a spirit in a scholar. One way is, to inflict a severe and disgraceful punishment, which will serve as a warning to the other pupils, if it does not reform the guilty one. The other way is, to win him from his error by mild and kind means. " Now, Harrison, you know very well which of these systems of government we have adopted here. You have seen no rod or ruler, since you came here, and I hope you will not, if you stay through the term. But that is by no means cer- tain. Sometimes, when mild measures fail, Mr. Upton adopts stern ones ; but he always tries kind- ness first. There is only one other resort, in des- perate cases, and that is, to expel the ofiendcr. Now, if I have been rightly informed, the harsh CANDID ADMISSIONS. 235 system had been pretty faithfully tried upon you before you came here, had it not ? " " I should think it had but it did n't do any good," replied Harrison. " And now kindness has been tried, and that has done no good," added Marcus, with a serious look. "What more can be done? Do you think that you ought to be privileged to do as you please, while all the other scholars are required to be obedient, and orderly, and respectful ? You said you would be frank Avith me ; now will you answer me that question, honestly ? " " I suppose not," replied Harrison, rather reluc- tantly. " Very well, now I wish you to answer another question, as frankly as you did that," continued Marcus. " Do you think I ought to be expected to sacrifice my feelings, and strength, and time, in trying harsh measures upon a boy, when the exper- iment has already been made by others, and, as he admits, without any good result?" "N"o, sir," replied the boy, in a more respectful tone than usual. "Neither do I," said Marcus. "Then if kind 236 EXPULSION. measures fail, as they have in your case, so far, expulsion is the only remedy left ; and that, of itself, is a very harsh, and painful, and disgraceful punishment. I can't bear to think of it. It is cast- ing the boy out from influences that might save him, into a world of new temptations and dangers. If he were the only one involved, I would put up with a great many provocations, before I would sentence a boy to such a fate as that. But the interests of the school sometimes require that a scholar should be expelled, and then the teacher must do his duty, however painful it may be. In such a case, the teacher and the boy arc not the only sufferers. The parents and friends of the offender often suffer even worse than he docs. I hear, Harrison, that you have an excellent mother. Is it so?" " Yes, sir," replied the boy. "I have been-told,". continued Marcus, " that she is a very kind, gentle, and sensitive woman. . I hear, also, that you. appear to think a great deal of her, and I hope the report is true, for a good mother is a blessing for which we can never be too grate- ful." A TENDER CHOKD TOUCHED. 237 The expression of the boy's face, at this men- tion of his mother, indicated that the report was not without foundation. "Now," continued Marcus, "how would your mother feel, if you should go home, and tell her that you had been expelled from the academy, for misconduct? Would it not almost break her heart ? For her sake, as well as yours, I hope we shall not have to fall back upon that last resort. But as I promised to be frank with you, I must tell you, in all sincerity, that the course you have been pursu- ing will certainly lead to expulsion, if not aban- doned. I do not say this to frighten you, but I am honestly pointing out to you a real danger, and one that you will assuredly encounter very soon, if you do not take warning. You have been quite frank with me, so far, now I want to know if you will give me a plain and honest answer to one more question ? " " I will," replied Harrison. " I am going to ask the question now," continued Marcus, " but you need not answer it to-night. I would rather that you should take time to think it over, and. let me know your decision to-morrow. 238 THE QUESTION. The question is this whether you intend to keep on in your old habits, as though nothing hud hap- pened, or will you try to correct the faults I have mentioned ? You will please to take notice that the question refers only to your intentions. I do not ask you to promise never to disobey or be dis- respectful again ; but if you have any intention, or even the slightest wish, to reform these habits, I want you to say so, and I will help you all I can to accomplish the work. On the other hand, if you really prefer to do as you have been doing, I want you to tell me that, just as candidly. Remember you promised to be frank. You can go, now, and to-morrow yon may tell me your decision." Harrison's bearing was somewhat more subdued and respectful than usual, when he left Marcus. The. same peculiarity was apparent in his conduct the next day, in school. When school was dis- missed at noon, Harrison went of his own accord to the teacher's desk, and said : " Mr. Page, I Ve thought over that matter that we talked about yesterday, and I 've made up my mind to try to do better, hereafter." " I am very glad to hear you say so, Harrison," HARRISON SUBDUED. 239 replied Marcus, grasping the boy kindly by the hand. " If that is your intention, I have no doubt we shall get along pleasantly enough after this." " I 'm sorry I went off, Saturday, and I wont do such a thing again," added Harrison. " That was quite a serious act of disobedience," replied Marcus, "although I have refrained from saying much about it directly, thus far. If I should conclude that the offence required some kind of punishment, notwithstanding this confession, do you feel as though you could submit to it cheer- fully?" " Yes, sir, I think I could," replied Harrison, rather hesitatingly. " I suppose the fact that you ran away is known to all the scholars," observed Marcus. "Now should you be willing to make the apology as publicly as the offence?" This was a pretty severe test for Harrison. Re- membering the braggadocio with which he had al- luded to his offence, only the day before, in the presence of many of his school-mates, it was hard to say he was willing to stand up before them all, and humbly acknowledge his fault. 240 THE OFFENCE FOBGIVEN. " Give me a frank answer, that is all I ask," added Marcus, as he perceived the conflict in his pupil's mind. * " Well, I suppose I ought to confess in public, and I must do it, if you say so, but it will come dreadful hard," replied the boy, who seemed anx- ious and perplexed. " Yes, I suppose it would be a very disagreeable duty," said Marcus ; " and on the whole, I think I will not ask it of you. The scholars know that I have taken private notice of the offence, and per- haps that will answer every purpose. If you will show to them a better example hereafter, that is all I will require, this time. The past shall all be for- given and forgotten." The boy looked pleased and grateful, and before retiring, repeated his promise of amendment. This promise he kept. His feelings towards Mar- cus seemed to have undergone an entire change. True, every fault in his character and conduct was not corrected at once ; but as there seemed to be a prevailing disposition in him to conform to the rules of the school, united with a sincere respect for his teacher, Marcus looked upon his errors as leniently MB. UPTON. 241 as possible, and endeavored to encourage him in his good work by every proper method. The next Monday, Mr. Upton resumed his post, and complimented Marcus very highly on finding the academy in so prosperous a state. 21 CHAPTER XV. ABOUT SAM HAPLEY. ll/TR. HAPLEY, the father of Jessie and Sam, and the near neighbor of the Pages, seemed to be growing more slack than ever, this winter. Fields of corn-stalks Avere still standing on his farm, although it was well advanced in December, lie / having neglected to cut. them in the fall, for his cattle. It was even reported that a good part of his potatoes were frozen into the ground, as he had delayed digging them until it was too late. His family and stock were not so well provided for that they could afford thus to throw away the produce of the farm. Plenty by no means reigned in the house, and as to the barn, its inmates bore unmis- takable testimony that poor hay, with few roots and less grain, would not keep cattle in good condition. THE JUG. 243 One morning, after the last stick of cut wood had been consumed, and a rod or more of the fence, also, had been used to " keep the pot boiling," Mr. Hapley mustered sufficient resolution to go up to the wood-lot, with his team, after another load. He got a neighbor to go with him, for although one might have supposed Sam was large enough to chop wood, Mr. Hapley always said he was " good for nothing to work," and Sam was very careful never to give him occasion to alter his opinion. In all such expeditions as this, there were two things that always accompanied Mr. Hapley. These were, a pipe and a jug. With something to smoke, and something to drink, he considered himself amply fortified against all the demands of appetite, for half a day at least. The young man who ac- companied him on this occasion, was not at all averse to an occasional mug of cider, or whiskey, or, indeed to any other beverage that could claim kindred to these. So an extra-sized jug, nearly full of old cider of the hardest and sourest kind, was put on the sled, and tied to one of the stakes, to keep it in place. " Now, you children," said Mr. Hapley, as he was 244 TAKING A KEST. about starting, " yon behave yourselves, all on you. You Sam, I want you to fodder them cows this noon, if I do n't get home. And mother," he added, addressing his wife, " do n't let Benny play out in the wet, he 's got such a cold." With these admonitions, the father departed. Unforttinately, there was no one to admonish him to behave himself, though perhaps he needed such a caution as much as his children. Arrived at the wood-lot, he and his assistant took a full " swig " from the jug, and then commenced work. By the time Mr. Hapley had felled one tree, he felt the need of another draught of cider ; and seating him- self on the prostrate trunk, he again tipped the jug, EFFECTS OF CIDER. 215 and then lighting his pipe, resigned himself to quiet contemplation. The sturdy strokes of his more industrious companion, if they reproached him, did not arouse him from his lazy lethargy for half an hour, and then he returned to his work only for a short time, soon seeking refreshment again from the jug and pipe. It "was past noon when the sled was loaded up with green wood, and by this time, Mr. Ilapley was in no amiable mood, the soothing influence of the pipe not having been equal to the exciting effects of the cider, which always made him as sour as itself. His companion, too, was not quite so cheery as when he came into the woods. He thought it rather hard fare, to do moi'e than three-fourths of the work, and drink less than one- fourth of the cider. So they mounted the load, and drove home, scarcely speaking to each other on the way. " My patience ! " exclaimed Mrs. Hapley, as the team entered the yard ; " have you brought me a load of green stuff, at this time of year, and not a stick of dry wood about the premises ? What shall I do ! " " Do ? why, you can stick it up in the chimney 21* 246 GliEKN STUFF. corner, and dry it," replied Mr. Hapley, quite un- concerned. " Well," added his wife, with a sigh, " if I had only known you had no wood seasoning up in the lot, I 'd have gone and cut some myself, sooner than try to burn that stuff." "You're always a telling what you'd do," re- plied Mr. Hapley ; " now I wish you 'd go and do it, just once, and say nothin' about it. Plague on't! how is a feller going to chop wood, when he's got the rheumatis' so he can't stand up? It seems as though women had n't no consideration about some things." Mrs. Hapley always refrained from bandying words with her husband, when he was in an irri- table mood, and she made no further reply. He took the horses from the team, (for, according to his slack system, it was time enough to unload the wood, when the sled was needed again,) and led them into the barn. In a few moments he returned, and inquired, in a stern tone : " Who fed them cows, this noon ? " " I did," replied Mrs. Hapley. " Sam wasn't here, at noon, and so I took care of them." THE COWS. 247 "Just the Avay with that plaguy Sam," added Mr. Hapley. " He 's never about when anything 's to be done. Here, Sam ! Sam ! " he called at the top of his voice ; but Sam did not respond, and Mr. Hapley continued, " What did you give 'em such a mess of hay for ? They Ve wasted more 'n half of it, and got it all over the barn. I do n't see what you was thinking of. "We can't afford to litter the critters with hay, when it 's as skerce as 't is now." " I do n't think I gave them too much," replied Mrs. Hapley. " The fact is, they do n't like the hay, and they wont eat it up clean." " Where 's Benny ?" inquired Mr. Hapley, sud- denly noticing that his youngest boy was absent. " He 's gone out to play," replied his wile. " I told you not to let him go out in the slosh he '11 be sick ag'in, you see if he aint," said Mr. Hapley. " He 's dressed warmly, and got his thick boots on," replied Mrs. Hapley. "It is so pleasant that I thought it would do him good to be out a little while in the air." Mr. Hapley withdrew to the barn, and was feed- ing his horses, when a loud scream from. Benny 248 SAM AND BENNY. startled him. Running to a window in the back of the barn, he saw the cause of the outcry. Sam had thrown Benny down in the snow, and was pushing him about in it, and rubbing it into his face and neck. They were by the roadside, a few rods from the barn. Mr. Hapley flew to the door, and called to Sam, but Benny's outcry drowned his voice. lie then ran towards them, but Sam had finished the assault, concluding with a few vigorous kicks, before he saw his father approaching. Mr. Hapley was so enraged at what he had witnessed, that he could hardly listen to a word of explana- tion. Benjamin, a lad of nine years, was his young- est child, and was supposed by the rest of the fam- ily to be the father's favorite. He was not at this time in robust health, which added to Mr. Hapley's excitement, on seeing him abused by Sam. The origin of the assault, which Mr. II. did not stop to investigate fully, was this. Benny, seeing his brother coming up the road, hid himself behind a stone wall, until he had passed, and then playfully threw a soft snow-ball at him, which chanced to hit him on the head, though not with much force. Sam instantly started for his little brother, who A S T K U G G L E . 249 fled ; but overtaking him, the unfeeling boy pitched him into a snow bank, and rolled him in it, then " washed his face in snow," sprinkled several hand- fuls of the fleecy element down his neck and back, and finally kicked him, as has been stated. Mr. Hapley led the boys as far as the barn, and after telling Benny to go into the house, and ask his mother to take care of him, he pushed Sam into the barn, assuring him that he would attend to him. Having closed the doors, he ordered Sam to take off his coat, but the refractory boy refused. Enraged at this, the father seized him, and a des- perate struggle ensued, the boy resisting even to blows, and the anger of the other waxing fiercer ' O O every moment. But Mr. Hapley was a powerful man, and the result of the contest was not long in doubt. The coat was stripped from the boy's back, and despite his efforts to escape, he soon found himself bound hand and foot to a post, utterly helpless. As it was useless to struggle, he now betook himself to yelling, which he did with such effect that all the family were soon drawn to the spot. But Mr. Hapley sternly ordered them all away, and then taking a heavy cart whip, com- 250 THE FLOGGING. menced beating the boy with great severity. Soon the cries of the sufferer again brought the mother and the younger children to the spot, and despite the father's commands, Mrs. Hapley and Jessie entered the barn, and with tears pleaded for Sam. But the father, whose natural^ feelings were now blunted and benumbed by liquor, and whose wn;th was stirred almost to its lowest depths by the re- sistance Sam had offered, took no notice of the sympathizing intruders, but kept on with the cruel punishment. Marcus, who had heard the first outcry, and sus- pected the nature of the trouble, ran at once over to Mr. Hapley's, and entered the barn just at this juncture. The mother and daughter both besought him to interpose in behalf of the unfortunate boy, whose shirt was already slightly stained with blood. On his entrance, however, Mr. Hapley stayed his hand, and, looking somewhat abashed, as Marcus thought, inquired " What do you want here, sir ? " " Do n't you think you have punished Sam about enough ? " inquired Marcus, mildly. " I guess I can flog my children without any ad- SAM RELEASED. 251 vice from you you 'd better go home and mind your business," was the reply. "I didn't mean any offence, Mr. Hapley," con- tinued Marcus, in the same calm tone. "I heard Sam screaming, and I thought I Avould run over and see what the matter was, for I didn't know but somebody was abusing him. You would have done the same thing, if you had been in my place, Mr. Hapley." " I would n't punish him any more, now, father," said Mrs. Hapley ; " I think it 's time to stop when the blood runs." " Are you sorry for what you did ? " inquired the father, addressing Sam. " Yes," replied the boy, in a surly tone. " Well, then, I '11 let you off, with this," said Mr. Hapley. " But mind you, you wont get off so easy another time, if you do n't behave yourself, so look out. I've let you alone till you're almost sp'ilt, but I 'm going to turn over a new leaf with you, now. You Ve got to toe the mark, or else I '11 put the marks onto your back one of the two." Mr. Hapley, as he said this, unbound the boy, who, on being released, went into the house, fol- 252 A RUDE KEPULSE. lowed by his mother and the children. Marcus, finding himself alone with the misguided father, thought it his duty to address a word of remon- strance to him against such punishments. "Mr. Hapley," he said, "do you think this is the best way to discipline a boy? Isn't it a rather harsh remedy ? " " I wont hare nothing to say to you or anybody else about that," responded Mr. Hapley. "It's nobody's business if I choose to whip my boy, and I wish folks would mind their own affairs, and let me alone. I guess I 'm old enough to know what I 'm about, and if I aint, I do n't want your advice." "I am aware no one has a right to interfere," replied Marcus, " unless you abuse your child. In that case I suppose you know the law will protect him. If you didn't abuse Sam, just HOAV, I think you came very near it." "What's that?" exclaimed Mr. Hapley. "Do you come over here to sarce me, in my own prem- ises, you young upstart ? " " I see it is of no use to talk with you now, Mr. Hapley," Marcus calmly replied, and then withdrew. The next morning, Jessie, with tears in her eyes, THE B U 2f A W A Y . 253 informed Marcus that her brother was missing. He had evidently gone off in the night, intending to seek his fortune elsewhere, for he had taken a change of clothing. Before stalling for the acad- emy, Marcus called on the Hapleys to see if he could be of any sen-ice to them, in their new trouble. "Xo," said Mr. Ilapley, gruffly, "we aint a going to send after that boy, nor no such thing. If he 's a mind to run away, let him run, that 's all. I '11 warrant he '11 get enough of it, and be glad to get home ag'in, before a month 's out." Mrs. Hapley looked anxious, and the children sad, though the father seemed quite unconcerned. No steps were taken to bring back the fugitive, or even to ascertain in what direction he had gone, and nothing was heard from him, until about a week after, when he suddenly made his appearance one evening. He was in a sorry plight, his feet being somewhat frosted, his clothes having suffered from rough usage, and he being very tired and hun- gry. His parents received him with unexpected kindness, and even Mr. Hapley himself was more pleased at his return than he was willing to confess. Sam, however, did not seem inclined to say much 22 254 THE SEARCH. about his adventures, during his week's absence, and the curiosity of the family, on that point, was far from satisfied. Two or three days after Sam's return, a couple of strangers drove up to the door, and having found Sam, told him he was their prisoner, at the same time showing him a writ authorizing his arrest. They also informed Mr. Hapley that they were empowered to search the house for stolen property; adding that a robbery had been committed in a town about ten miles distant, and there was reason to suspect his son had some connection with it. The shock of this intelligence so affected Mrs. Hapley, that she fainted. While her husband was using means for her recovery, the officers put a pair of hand-cuifs upon Sam's wrists, to prevent his escape, and then took him up into his chamber, where they commenced the search. There was an old bureau in the room, which they examined very thoroughly. They also scrutinized the boy's cloth- ing, peered into the fire-place and up the chimney, looked for loose boards in the flooring, and exam- ined holes in the plastering, but all to no purpose. They then overhauled the bed, and soon drew out JESSIE. 255 from among the feathers a package which was found to contain a breast-pin, several silver spoons, and a watch. With this they announced themselves as satisfied, and soon started off with their prisoner. The news of Sam's arrest spread through the vil- lage like wild-fire. Marcus heard of it as soon as he was out of school, in the afternoon. On the way home, he overtook Jessie and Kate, who, full of spirits, wondered that Marcus should be so so- ber. The sad news was not broken to Jessie until she entered her home, where she found her father upon the floor, drunk, and her mother sick in her bed, while Benny was silently weeping, as though his heart were breaking. Henry alone was able to explain to her what had happened. The poor girl could hardly help sinking to the floor, as Henry related his story ; but feeling that this was no time to give way to her emotions, she controlled her nerves with admirable coolness, and soon partly forgot her own sorrow, in her efforts to relieve the others. She prepared some medicine for her moth- er ; put a pillow under her father's head, having tried in vain to assist him to a chair ; spread an old 256 THE PRISONER. coat over him, to prevent his taking cold ; spoke a few words of comfort to Benny ; and then pro- ceeded to get supper. It was soon whispered about town that Mr. Hap- ley, since the arrest of his son, had abandoned him- self to his cups worse than ever. Several of his neighbors kindly remonstrated with him against the course he was pursuing, and urged him to take some steps in aid of his misguided boy ; but their efforts were all in vain. Although Sam's trial was to come on in a few days, none of his friends had been near him, to offer him advice or assistance. In this extremity, Mrs. Hapley appealed to Marcus for assistance, who readily consented to do all he could in behalf of the boy. The next day he drove over to the town where Sam was awaiting his trial, accompanied by Mrs. Hapley. They found the boy alone in a cell, looking very dejected. He burst into tears, on seeing his mother, and for sev- eral minutes neither of them could speak. Marcus, in a kind tone, told him they had come to see if they could do anything for him, and urged him to tell them frankly all about the stolen property found in his room, that they might the better know SAM'S CONFESSION. 257 how to proceed. Sam at once expressed his will- ingness to do so, and then related his adventures, from the time he left home until his return. His story, in substance, was as follows. He left home on a pleasant moonlight night, as soon as he was satisfied all the family were asleep. He walked seven or eight miles, and then forced an entrance into a barn, where he slept the rest of the night. The family gave him a breakfast, the next morning, and he then resumed his journey. In the course of the forenoon he reached a large town, where he concluded to stop and see what he could do ; for he had but half a dollar in his pocket, and began to feel a little uneasy. There was a large tavern in the village, which Avas much frequented by sleighing parties, and for a day or two Sam managed to pick up a little change, by holding horses, and performing other small chores for the company. He was allowed to sleep in the barn, and got his meals at a low " saloon " near by. The associates among whom he was thus thrown, were not of the best kind, and one of them, a young man several years older than himself, was an offender against the law, having served out two or three 22* 258 MACK. sentences in jails. His name was Mack. There was something in the face, the conversation, or the peculiar circumstances of Sam, that led him to pro- pose to the boy a sort of partnership in crime ; and as he set forth the gains to be derived from such a course in the brightest colors, the boy's easy virtue made but slight resistance, and without much per- suasion, he agreed to the proposition. The next night after the matter had been set- tled, Sam made his first attempt as a burglar, in connection with Mack. They chose for the scene of operations a large and substantial house, occu- pied by a widow of reputed Avealth, and her family THE BURGLARS. 259 of young children. The moon shone bright, but as the house was in a retired neighborhood, they thought they could elude detection. Mack entered the dwelling first, by a second story window, stand- ing upon Sam's broad shoulders to reach the sash, which proved not to be fastened down. He then descended to the basement, and opened the doors, that they might easily escape in case of alarm. Sam now entered, and the two ransacked the lower part of the house, helping themselves to a quantity of silver ware, some jewelry, two watches, and a good supper. After securing a few articles of value, Sam was in haste to escape, but his companion seemed in no hurry, and went about the house as leisurely as though he were at home. This free and easy bearing doubtless seemed quite profes- sional to Mack, but he happened to carry it a little too far for his own safety. Sam, impatient of his dilatory movements, was awaiting him outside, when he heard a movement in the house which led him to take flight. It seemed the widow had been awakened by the burglars, and, arousing her oldest son, a brave boy of fourteen, they descended as noiselessly as possible. Mack had j ust before lighted 2CO MACK A K RESTED. a lamp, and gone down into the cellar, to see if he could find a bottle of wine, leaving his plunder on the kitchen table. Suddenly the cellar door was closed and locked upon him, and he heard strange voices, one of which, the voice of a boy, assured him that he had a loaded rifle, and would put a bullet through him "in less than no time," if he attempted to get away. The burglar tried to es- cape by a window, but the rifle was quickly pointed at him, outside, and he gave up the attempt. In a few moments help arrived, and he was se- cured. As all the stolen property was not found, it was suspected that he had an accomplice, though he refused to give any information on that point. Sam left the village as speedily as possible, directing his steps towards a town where he had never been before. After wandering about two days, and suffering much from fatigue, cold, hun- ger, and anxiety, he at length reached home, as we have seen. The sudden and unexplained dis- appearance of Sain, from the village tavern, to- gether with the fact that he had been seen with Mack several times on the evening of the burglary, THE TRIAL. 261 directed suspicion towards him, and finally led to his arrest. After hearing Sam's story, Marcus expressed the opinion that he had better plead guilty, and frankly own up his offence to the officers of justice. This advice was accepted by Sam and his mother. Mar- cus and Mrs. Ilapley then secured a lawyer to appear on behalf of the boy at the trial ; and they also had an interview Avith the officer who con- ducted the prosecution, explaining to him the cir- cumstances of the case, and soliciting his influence in favor of the prisoner, on the ground that this was his first offence, and that he had been led astray by a hardened offender. Sam was brought before the court a day or two after, and pleaded guilty to the charge of burglary. His counsel urged several reasons for a light sen- tence, and the prosecuting attorney said that, under the circumstances, he should not oppose the request. The judge, however, thought it was not exactly a case for mercy. The prisoner, he said, was a run- away from home. He had voluntarily made him- self a vagrant, and had shown his willingness to resort to crime, to get a living. No attempt had 262 THE SENTENCE. been made to prove a good character for him, and he doubted whether such an attempt could succeed. He concluded by sentencing the boy to the county jail for four months. CHAPTER XVI. MERRY DAYS A X D SAD ONES. " T DO N'T care, I got the start of all of you," said Ronald, as the family were discussing over the breakfast table, Christmas morning, the question who was the first to wish the others " a merry Christmas." " I heard the clock strike four, and I jumped right out of bed, and ran into the entry, and wished you all a merry Christmas." " Well, that was n't fair I was asleep, and didn't hear you," said Kate. "So was I asleep," "And I," "And I," added one and another. "That makes no difference, so long as I was awake," replied Ronald. " Ronald," said Marcus, " reminds me of a fellow I have either heard or dreamed about, who bragged 264 OSCAR'S PRESENTS. that he got up and wished all the kingdoms of the earth a happy new year at one lick. For my part, if any body has got any good wishes for me, I should prefer to be informed of it when I am awake. And I do n't care much about being lumped in with all the kingdoms of the earth, either." " Well, sir, I wish you a merry Christmas, all to yourself, I believe you are awake now," said Ro- nald, with a sly chuckle. " There, I may as well give in I wont try to say anything more," added Marcus, as the laugh went round the table at his expense. After breakfast no little curiosity was excited by a package which Marcus handed to Oscar. It was received by Marcus the day before, by express, with a note requesting him to deliver it to Oscar, Christ- mas morning. After removing sundry cords and wrappers, the contents stood disclosed. There was a fine pair of skates, from his father ; a gold pen, from his mother ; a pair of wrought slippers, from Alice, his oldest sister; a beautiful book-mark .:roni Ella, another sister ; a book from his brother Ralph; and a package of confectionery from George, his youngest brother. Brief notes accompanied J E K R Y . 265 several of the presents. There were also two let- ters in the package, the handwriting of one of which, Oscar did not recognize. It proved to be from a young acquaintance in Boston named Wil- liam Davenport, who went by the familiar name of " "Whistler " among his comrades. It was written in fulfilment of a promise he had made, before Oscar left Boston. The other letter was from his mother, and, like all similar favors from that source, was full, margin and all, of kind words, good advice, and family news. It contained an item of intelli- gence, however, that cast something of a damper over the spirits of Oscar. It was as follows : "The brig Susan has been heard from at last. You know we have been looking for her ever since October. She foundered in a gale in September, off the South American coast, and the men took to the boats. One of the boats was picked up, after floating about for several days, and the men in it were saved, after enduring great hardships, and have arrived here. Nothing has been heard of the other boat, OH board which was poor Jerry. His parents are much distressed about him; but youv father thinks he may be safe yet, as the boat may have reached the shore, or may have fallen in 23 266 C II K I S T M A S PARTY. with some outward-bound vessel. Let us hope for the best, as long as we can." The " poor Jerry " referred to, was a cousin to Oscar. The two boys had once been very intimate, somewhat to the damage of Jerry's character ; and it was in a great measure owing to this intimacy that Jerry absconded from his home, in Brookdale, about a year previous to this time, and shipped for a voyage around Cape Horn. There was to be a children's Christmas party at the town hall, in the evening, and the presents designed for the other members of the family were reserved to grace the " tree " that was to be one of the chief attractions of the occasion. Marcus and the children constituted a part of the commit- tee of arrangements for the festival, and were occupied with their duties through a good part of the day. At an early hour in the evening, the whole family proceeded to the town hall, where they found the chief portion of the town's popula- tion assembled, especially the younger part. The hall, with its evergreen decorations, its numerous lights, and its sea of happy faces, presented an en- THE ENTERTAINMENT. 2G7 livening spectacle. At the hour appointed for opening the exercises, the clergyman of the village ascended the platform, and after a few remarks, invoked a blessing upon those assembled. Then came an introductory declamation, by one of the academy boys, followed by the recitation of an appropriate poem by a fair-haired little girl of six summers. Next appeared upon the platform our two young friends Ronald and Otis, who confronted each other in blank silence a minute or two, and then retreated to the ante-room, without exchang- ing a word. Some of the audience were in pain- ful suspense, during this scene, supposing it to be a failure ; while others began to whisper that it was a tableau, and not a dialogue, though they were puzzled to tell what it represented, or why the figures should walk to and from the stage, in sight of the audience. A curtain before the platfoi-m now fell, and after a few minutes was again raised, disclosing to the audience a charming tableau of Minnehaha,. the Indian maid. The two boys who had acted in the mute scene, just before, now' re-appeared, and went through very creditably with a dialogue, Ronald, 268 THE CHRISTMAS TREE. the leading speaker, having suddenly forgotten his part, on his first appearance. Then followed sev- eral songs, declamations and tableaux, after which the main attraction of the evening was introduced, by the raising of the curtain which concealed the Christmas tree from view. A loud and inerry shout arose from the young folks, which was prolonged for a minute or two, and followed by general ex- pressions of admiration from all present. There stood the tree, a tall, straight and symmetrical ever- green, illuminated with candles, arrayed among its branches, and adorned with artificial icicles and snow flakes. The fruits, however, with which every bough and twig seemed bending, were the most interesting objects of contemplation to the hundred pairs of youthful eyes fixed earnestly upon the tree. Many of these fruits, it is true, were hidden from sight, by a rind of paper, cloth or wood ; but im- agination readily supplied all deficiencies of this kind, and the little eyes gazed, and sparkled, and longed, just as though they pierced through all the outer coverings that concealed the tempting clus- ters which hung upon the boughs. After a few moments, Santa Glaus suddenly ap- I SANTA GLAUS. 269 peared, and walking across the platform, took his station by the side of the tree, amid rapturous ap- plause from the company. He appeared to be a venerable personage, with a flowing gray beard, and was completely encased in furs, from top to toe fur boots, fur leggings, fur tunic, fur mittens, and a fur cap which enveloped all of his head except the face. After silence had been secured, he spoke, in tones which seemed very soft and gentle to pro- ceed from so rough and ancient a personage, and which not a few of the audience declared "sounded just like the voice of Marcus Page." He said he had brought "heaps" of presents, and had almost broken his back with the effort. He hoped he Had brought something for everybody; but if he had not, he trusted they would not blame him, for he had done the best he could. He requested the children not to crowd around the tree, and invited the recipi- ents to walk up one by one as their names were called. He then commenced gathering the fruit, to each of which was attached the name of the person it was intended for. And now the sport began in earnest. What a queer assortment of articles to gather from one tree ! There wei-e gold 23* 270 NEW YEAR'S. rings, breastpins, lockets, pencils, and pens ; silver spoons and thimbles; Avork-boxes, wooden dogs, and stuffed rabbits ; books, fancy boxes, and popped corn ; sleds, skates, and mittens ; pin-cushions, needle-books, and bags of candy ; dolls, pocket knives and cologne bottles. But time and patience would fail to mention half the things that good Santa Clans handed down to the company. It was an hour before the distribution was finished. The company then adjourned "to the room below, where they found an abundance of simple country refreshments provided. A speech or two followed, and with three cheers for Christmas day, and three more for Santa Claus, the entertainment ended. There was the usual exchange of good wishes and little keep-sakes, on "New Year's morning, but the day was not otherwise distinguished as a fes- tival, and the schools kept, and business went on, as on other days. As the family were seated at the breakfast table, a light rap upon the door was heard, and on answering the call, Jessie Ilapley, pale and agitated, was found upon the steps. " Mrs. Page," she said, as soon as that lady ap- peared, " mother wants to know if you will come BENNY'S SICKNESS. 271 right over she is afraid Benny is dying; " and the poor girl burst into tears as she delivered the mes- sage. "Benny dying!" exclaimed Mrs. Page, "why, I had no idea he was so sick as that how long has he been so ? " "He grew worse very fast last night," replied Jessie. " Henry has gone for the doctor, and mother thought perhaps you could tell what to do, till he comes." "Yes, I will go over immediately," replied Mrs. Page, and she went for her bonnet and shawl, and a minute after started by the shortest cut across the fields for the house of sorrow. Marcus would gladly have accompanied his mother, but for fear that his presence at such a time might be regarded an intrusion. Benny was one of a class of little boys which Marcus had in- structed in the Sabbath school for some two years. Partly from the gentle, winning disposition of the child, and partly on account of the unfavorable influences to which lie was exposed at home, Marcus felt an especial interest in him, and had watrlic 1 his decline witli no little solicitude. For sever;:! 272 A PLEASANT SURPRISE. months past, Benny had been able to attend the Sabbath school only occasionally; but every Sun- day his young teacher carried or sent to him an attractive book from the library, and in other ways . manifested his continued interest in the sick scholar. It was with a heavy heart, therefore, that Marcus heard his mother summoned to Benny's death-bed, on this pleasant New Year's morning. An hour later, on his way to the academy, he stopped at Mr. Haplcy's door, to inquire after the patient, and was told that the doctor was still with him, and that the result of his efforts in behalf of the boy was yet uncertain. In spite of the pleasant associations of the day, and the kindly greetings with which his scholars met him, a cloud hung over the spirits of Marcus, which he was unable to dispel. One incident oc- curred, however, which was peculiarly grateful to his feelings. On entering the school-room, he was followed by Harrison Clark, who, taking from be- hind a blackboard a handsomely finished cane, handed it to Marcus, and, with some embarrassment in his manner, said : "Mr. Page, will you accept of this as a Kew WHAT WAS SAID. 273 Year's present? It isn't of much value, but I made it myself on purpose for you." " Ah, is this your work ? " inquired Marcus, care- fully examining the article, which was really well made, in every part. " Did you do it all yourself head, ferule, rings and all? " " Yes, sir Mr. Tucker let me use his tools, and I did the whole of the work myself," replied Harri- son. "It is certainly very creditable to you," continued Marcus. " I do n't see how it could be improved. Yes, I will accept it with great pleasure, and thank you for it, too. Coming as a present from you, I shall value it ten times what it would cost to get such a cane made yes, a hundred times. I shall remember your kindness with gratitude, perhaps after you have forgotten both me and the cane." " I do n't think I shall forget you very soon you have been so good to me," replied the boy, with a look which testified to the sincerity of the remark. " And you have proved yourself worthy of my kindness, so I need not take much credit for that," rejoined Marcus. 274 THE SICK BOY. The boy, who but lately was so bold and defiant in his bearing, blushed at this not unmeaning com- pliment, and withdrew. When Marcus returned home, in the afternoon, he again stopped to inquire after the sick boy, and was requested to go in, as Benny had expressed a desire to see him. He found the sufferer in a little bed which had been made up for him in the front room, near the fire, for he complained much of the cold. A faint smile lit up his face as Marcus en- tered. " How is he, Mrs. Hapley ? " inquired Marcus, as he seated himself by the bedside, and took Benny's cold hand into his own. " I think he is a little more comfortable than he was this morning," replied Mrs. Hapley. " He has been very much distressed for breath, most of the day, but he seems to be better, now." " I am glad to hear that, and I hope he will con- tinue to improve," said Marcus. Benny, whose mild, lustrous eyes had been fas- tened upon Marcus from the moment he entered the door, was too weak to speak aloud ; but as he seemed to have something to say, Marcus bent his HEAVEN. 275 ear down to the boy's mouth, and was addressed in a whisper as follows : " I 'm not going to get well, and I do n't want to. I'm going to heaven pretty soon. I have been longing to go, ever since I was taken sick, and now I know I 'in almost there. I love God, and Jesus, and the angels, and all good folks. Do you remem- ber what you told me about heaven, the other day how many millions of good little children are there, and how Jesus calls them his lambs, and wipes away their tears, and takes them in his arms ? There wont be anything to make us sorry in heaven, will there?" " No," replied Marcus, his mind recurring to that passage of Scripture, "There shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain." There was a brief interval of silence, broken only by an occasional half-suppressed sigh that escaped from Jessie, who was seated in a remote corner of the room, and by the slow and regular tread of Mr. Hapley, who was pacing the floor of the chamber overhead, in an agony of grief and remorse. Marcus afterwards learned that a few 276 'THE DEATH CHILL. hours before this, when Benny was thought to be dying, he had entreated his father in a most affec- tionate and touching manner to abandon the beset- ting sin which was bringing himself and his family to ruin and disgrace. The strong man, after a brief but desperate struggle, promised the dying boy that he would abandon his cups from that hour, and would try to live in such a way that he might meet his little son in heaven. Mrs. Hapley, who had been engaged in the kitchen, now came in, with a bottle of hot water, to be applied to Benny's feet ; but he whispered to her : " O, mother, I am so cold ! Wont you take me up in your arms, and hold me before the fire ? " " Yes, dear," replied his mother, and she took the boy gently into her arms, wrapped a blanket around him, and sat down befoi'e the blazing fire. This movement seemed to be too much for the boy, for he gasped for breath, and sank exhausted into his mother's arms. After a few minutes he recovered sufficiently to speak. "Why, mother," he said, "how fast it grows dark ! I ca n't hardly see anything." THE LAST SCENE. 277 " Jessie, ask your father to come clown," said Mrs. Hapley, trying to speak calmly. " It is dark here, but it is light there O, how light ! " whispered the dying boy. " Where ? " inquired the mother, scarcely know- ing what she asked. "I don't know where it is," replied the boy. "I saw it coming, way off, just now, like a bright cloud, and now it 's all around me. Why, mother, do n't you see it ? The room is all full of it ! " Mr. Hapley now entered the room, but, seemingly unable to endure the scene, silently bowed his head against the wall. Jessie and Henry also came in with their father. " I want to kiss you all," whispered Benny to his mother, after the family had assembled. His wish was complied with, and his mother, father, Jessie, Henry and Marcus successively re- ceived and returned a parting kiss. "Now one more for Sammy you '11 give it to him when he comes back, wont you, mother?" added Benny. The promise was made, and the kiss given. But the poor boy did not know that his absent brother 24 278 DEATH. was at that moment serving a sentence in jail as a convicted felon. The result of Sam's trial had been wisely concealed from Benny, on account of his illness. The circle had sat in silence for several minutes, when Mrs. Hapley arose, and tenderly laying her precious charge upon the bed, kissed the pale brow, and said, in a low, calm tone, which almost startled herself: "It is all over the bitterness of death is past!" The spirit of the child had departed so peace- fully, that she could not tell when he drew the last breath. But the true and loving heart had ceased to beat, and the mild eyes were set in death, and the last enemy had accomplished his work surely, though noiselessly. Marcus soon withdrew from the sorrowing circle, his own heart bowed in grief as sincere if not as deep as that of the near relatives of the deceased. It was the first time he had ever come into the im- mediate presence of death, and had seen, as it were, the fatal arrow wing its way into the living mark. It was, indeed, the first time that the grave had claimed one in whom he felt so deep an interest, MARCUS IN SOLITUDE. 279 and towards whom lie held so near a relation ; for he never could realize the death of his father, fol- lowed as it was by years of anxious suspense and hope deferred, and shrouded in impenetrable mys- tery up to this hour. Mrs. Page and her sister went over to comfort and assist the stricken family, while Marcus retired to his chamber, to commune with his own thoughts. Though far from unfaithful to his trust as a relig- ious teacher, he now lamented that he had done so little for the spiritual improvement of the dear boy whom death had just removed from the reach of his influence. Never before did he realize so viv- idly the uncertainty of life, the insignificance of worldly ambition, and the inestimable value of those treasures which make us " rich toward God." And now, at the beginning of the new year, did he kneel down and ask for divine aid, as he pledged himself to strive, with more fidelity than ever be- fore, to kindle in the young minds around him desires after a higher and purer life. CHAPTER XVTI. ADVERSITY. FT1HE first act of Mr. Haplcy, after Benny was laid in the frozen ground, was one that gave new hope to the sorrowing household. At his reqitest, the clergyman of the village had previously writ- ten a pledge of total abstinence from all intoxicating liquor, which the afflicted father signed upon the cof- fin of his boy. On returning from the funeral, he collected together all the alcoholic liquors in the house, consisting of cider, whiskey and brandy, and taking them into the yard, poured them out upon the snow. As Mrs. Hapley and the children gazed upon this novel scene, they almost forgot their bereavement, in the new hopes and joys which seemed now about to be bestowed upon them. And well might they take courage. Mr. Hapley MB. TODD'S PROPHECY. 281 had thus far sacredly kept his promise to Benny. He was very sad, and his limbs were weak and trembling, and there was a terrible craving and gnawing within, that neither food nor ordinaiy drink could satisfy ; still he struggled manfully against the tempter, and friends not a few stood by, with words of encouragement and cheer. Indeed, with his sober and subdued air, his clean-shaven face, and the general tidiness of his personal appearance, he already seemed like a different man. The reformation of Mr. Hapley was much talked of among his neighbors and acquaintances, and very different opinions were expressed as to its per- manence. It was generally thought that he would persevere, but there were some who had little faith in his good purposes. Old Mr. Todd, who held a mortgage on his farm, and who was regarded as quite an oracle, shook his head in a knowing man- ner, when the matter was mentioned at the post office, one morning. "I've known Charles Hapley," said he, "ever since he was a boy, and I knew his father before him. The old man had the best farm in town, but the family has been gradually running down these 24* 282 UNCHAKITABLEXESS. twenty years, and it's my opinion that Hapley will die a drunkard, as his father did." "Now, Squire," said an elderly and benevolent looking man, who was seated on the counter, " it appears to me you are a little too hard on Hapley. They say he 's stuck it out for more 'n a week, and not touched a drop of anything, and that 's doing pretty well, for him. I hold that we all ought to encourage the poor fellow along, and not go around predicting that he '11 die a drunkard." " So do I hold to encouraging him along," replied Mr. Todd ; " but at the same time I do n't believe it will do any good. He never did have any con- trol over himself, from a boy, and I do n't believe he's going to keep the bridle on a great while, now. You see if he does, that 's all." " Guess the old man means to step in there," said some one, as Mr. Todd went his way. "Yes, it's plain enough what he's after," said another. The speakers alluded to Mr. Todd's taking pos- session of the Hapley farm, on account of the non- payment of his mortgage. Their conclusion was not a very charitable one, to be sure. Nor was it ex- M A Z E P P A . 283 actly kind in Mr. Todd to predict with so much assurance the relapse of Mr. Hapley. Still, it must be admitted that he had pretty strong ground for his opinion, though he need not have been so free to express it. The lesson of self-government is a hard one to learn in mature life, especially to a man who has for many years been tyrannized over by depraved appetites and passions. The position of such a man is something like that of Mazeppa, the young page of a Polish king, who for some offence was lashed, naked, to the back of a wild horse, which was then set free, and plunged with frightful speed through forest and plain into his native country, bearing his helpless and well-nigh 284 THE KELAPSE. lifeless rider with him. But when the appetites and passions are the ruled, and not the rulers, they may be compared to the same steed, tamed and docile, bridled and saddled, and ready to do your bidding. Mazeppa, it is true, had the good fortune to survive the painful ordeal, and lived to become a prince; but we think few would be willing to run such a race, even for such a prize, except upon the wild horses of their own ungovernable pas- sions. But Mr. Todd proved a true prophet, in this instance. In less than a fortnight after Benny's death, Mr. Hapley came home from the village one afternoon sadly intoxicated. How he happened to fall, was never explained to the family. He had been to the store where liquors were sold, on busi- ness, and probably the wretched sensation in his stomach, aided by the sight and smell of the tempter, the associations of the place, and perhaps the coaxings of the drunkard-maker, suddenly swept away the breastwork of good purposes he had erected. He tasted he fell; and what a death-blow was that act to the hopes and peace of his poor wife and children ! To Mrs. Hapley and THE EEL APSE. 285 Jessie, especially, it seemed as if the last hope had been swept away. The next day, when Mr. Hapley realized his sit- uation, he was overcome with grief and shame. He was, moreover, discouraged. He had lost both his self-respect and his self-reliance. He had no longer any confidence in his ability to keep the pledge. Meanwhile his thirst for the deadly liquid was growing more insupportable for the fresh stim- ulus it had received. In this pitiable state of mind and body, he went again in the afternoon to the rum-shop, and attempted to drown his sorrow in a still deeper potation. Towards night, a severe snow-storm set in, but he did not return. Hour after hour did his wife sit at the fire, after the chil- dren had retired, listening for his return ; but the wild shriek of the wind, as the storm waxed more furious, and the sharp rattle of the snow against the window panes, were the only sounds she heard. At length, when it was almost midnight, unable longer to bear the terrible suspense, she aroused Henry from his sleep, and told him to go over to Mrs. Page's, and ask Marcus if he would not take a horse and ero in search of the missing man. The 286 A DREADFUL NIGHT. boy dressed himself, and plunged into the huge snow-drifts. lie had not proceeded far, however, before he began to doubt whether he should be able either to go on or to return. Blinded by the driv- ing storm, transfixed by cutting blasts, the divisions between roads and fields quite obliterated, and 'floundering in snow up to his arm-pits, he sank exhausted, more than once, into the hole he had made ; but with the energy of despair, he again aroused himself, and at length reached Mrs. Page's door-steps. After considerable effort, some of the family were aroused, and Marcus, on learning Henry's errand, at once prepared to go out in search of his father. He concluded he could get along best on horseback ; and putting a bridle on Charley, the toughest of the two horses, he mounted him, and taking Henry behind him, carried him home. He then set out for the village, by the route Mr. Ilap- ley had probably taken, which led him directly into the teeth of the storm. But he found it impossible to keep in the road, and his horse soon began to sink into old drifts newly buried, and to flounder among invisible stones, .stumps, fences and pitfalls, FROZEN HORSE AND RIDER. 287 until, at last, the exhausted creature seemed unable to proceed further. Marcus was accordingly obliged to give up the search, of which fact he informed Mrs. Hapley, before returning home. The storm moderated in the morning, but owing to the state of the roads, several hours elapsed before arrangements could be made to search for the missing man. In the course of the forenoon, he was found, about a quarter of a mile from the road, sitting in his sleigh, with the reins in his hands ; but the rider and his horse were both frozen stiff. The horse had apparently been throAvn down by a log, and was unable to rise without assistance, which the unfortunate rider was too insensible or too benumbed to render. So they perished there alone, and were well-nigh buried from sight before they were discovered. A jug of rum, found in the sleigh, furnished a sad clue to the catastrophe, had any been needed. The next day, a new grave was opened in the frozen earth, by the side of Benny's, and the father was laid close by the son he had so lately promised to meet in heaven, and to whom he had pledged himself to a reformed life. O, how sad is such a 288 JESSIE. funeral, when hope, and honor, and happiness, are consigned to the tomb with the remains of the lost ! Truly, in such a case " 't is the survivor dies." It is often said that misfortunes never come singly. So, indeed, did it prove in the case of this family. The property left by Mr. Hapley was barely suffi- cient to pay his debts ; and as most of it was mortgaged, very little remained for the family. Notwithstanding these reverses, Jessie continued to attend the academy, and was still " trying to be somebody," as Abby Leonard contemptuously ex- pressed it, though that young lady, it should be added, now manifested something like pity for the heart-stricken girl. And in spite of the drawbacks to which she had been subjected, Jessie maintained a high rank in her class, winning the respect alike of teachers and scholars, as she also did their sym- pathy and good-will. But there were few among her gay -hearted school-mates who could half realize the sorrows, and disappointments, and discourage- ments, that were mingled in her cup. On returning from school one afternoon, she found traces of weeping on the face of her mother, which the latter for a time declined to explain. POVERTY. 289 The reason, however, came out after a while. On the death of Mr. Hapley, as he left no will, an ad- ministrator was appointed, according to law, to settle up his estate ; that is, to take charge of the property, ascertain and pay the debts, and deliver the balance, if any, to the lawful heirs. This ad- ministrator was a kind-hearted man named Allen, who had always shown himself very friendly to Mrs. Hapley. It seemed Mr. Allen had called upon her, that afternoon, to talk about her husband's affairs. There was, he said, but little more than sufficient property to pay off the mortgages. He advised her, therefore, to give up the farm, to sell all the personal property they could dispense with, and to find homes for herself and children else- where. The children, he said, were all old enough to support themselves, and she need have no one but herself to look out for. "Well, mother, that's only what I expected," said Jessie, when the matter was explained; "we could n 't carry on the farm, if we should stay here, and we may as well go somewhere else. Grandpa said he would give you a home ; Henry can get a chance to live with some farmer, and work for his 25 290 COMFORT IN TKIAL. board and clothes ; Sam can earn his living, if he chooses to ; and as for me, I will go to some factory town and work in a mill, and in a little time I shall be able to support you, as well as myself." "And give up your hope of becoming a teacher?" inquired her mother. " Perhaps not," replied Jessie. " I may be able to fit myself for teaching, even in a mill. Girls have done such things, and why not I ? " " But I never can let you go oif alone into a fac- tory," said Mrs. Hapley. " If you go, I must go, too." "Well, mother," added Jessie, after a pause, "we'll manage to get along some how, only don't let us get discouraged. We know it is all for the best, and every thing will come out right in the end. When I feel sad, I repeat to myself that beautiful hymn Mr. Merrill read at Benny's funeral do you remember it, mother ? " and Jessie recited the following verses : " O Father, good or evil send, As seemeth best to thee, And teach my stubborn soul to bend In love to thy decree. BRAVE WORDS. 291 " Whatever come, if thou wilt bless The brightness and the gloom, And temper joy, and soothe distress, I fear no earthly doom. " Life cannot give a cureless sting, Death can but crown my bliss, And waft me far, on angel's wing, To perfect happiness." Jessie's uncomplaining spirit, her readiness to sacrifice her most cherished hopes, and her beauti- ful, child-like faith in God, shed a sweet and sooth- ing influence upon the fainting and murmuring heart of the mother. A little while after, Henry came in from school, and for a moment looked rather sad, when he was told that the family had got to remove and be broken up, very soon ; but he quickly recovered his good spirits, saying : " Well, mother, I do n't care much, after all. Let Mr. Todd have the old farm if he wants it it 's all run out, and we couldn't do anything if we staid here. I know I can earn my living, if any- body will give me a chance, and one of these days I '11 have a good deal better farm than this you see if I do n't ! Then you and Jessie shall come and live with me, and we '11 all be together again." 292 PLANS. Henry soon found a chance to earn his living, for Mr. Allen agreed to take him into his family at once, and maintain him in return for his services. As to Jessie, everybody said it was too bad to send her off to a mill, and after some little consultation, Mrs. Page proposed a plan by which this might be avoided. Ellen Blake, who had lived with the Page family for some time, was about to return home, on account of the sickness of her mother. It was pro- posed to let Jessie occupy her place in the family, working for her board, until she should finish pre- paring herself for a teacher. She was to attend the academy two or three terms more, and when not engaged in her studies, was to render all the assistance to Mrs. Page she could. Her mother was to clothe her, during this period, and it was thought that after the present term she could ren- der some assistance in the lower department, and thus secure her own tuition free. When this plan was proposed to Jessie, she seemed very grateful for the kindness which prompted so liberal an offer, but was unwilling to accept of it, fearing she could make no adequate return for her board. It was only after considerable persuasion that she con- THE FAMILY SCATTEBED. 293 sented to the arrangement. When the matter was finally settled, Mrs. Hapley concluded to accept an invitation to go to her father's, in a neighboring town, and make that her home until she could do something for her own support. 25* CHAPTER XVIII. THE DIALOGUE. FT1HE winter term of the academy was now draw- ing towards an end, and preparations were already commenced for the closing examination and exhibition. Thus far the term had been a very harmonious and prosperous one, and the students, with but few exceptions, had made good progress. There seemed, indeed, to be an ^unusual ambition and rivalry in some of the classes. One morning, the following line from Dr. Young was found, writ- ten in a large hand on the most conspicuous black- board in the room : "PRAISE NO MAN E'ER DESERVED, WHO SOUGHT NO MORE." After the usual opening exercises, Mr. Upton called attention to it, saying it contained a truth which every scholar would do well to ponder. THE TKUE MOTIVE. 295 " If we aim at excellence as students," he added, " merely to secure praise, and to gain a prize, or for the love of excelling, we are giving ourselves up to a very mean and unworthy motive. What- ever we may accomplish or win, under the influence of such a base impulse, we shall really deserve neither praise nor reward. Can any of you explain what is the true and proper motive for the stu- dent?" There was a pause. Finding no one was likely to respond, Jessie Hapley arose, and said : " I suppose we ought to seek knowledge because it is good, in itself, and because it will increase our usefulness, hereafter." " That is a very good answer," replied Mr. Up- ton. "There may be other lawful motives for studying hard, such as a wish to please our parents and friends, or to better our condition in the world, or to gratify our own tastes ; but the noblest and purest motive is that which Miss Hapley has given knowledge is a good thing in itself, and is a ' mighty power for good, in the hands of one who aims to serve God and bless the world. Compared with such a motive as this, how contemptible is the 296 A LITEKAKY ENTEKPKISE. ambition which seeks only to shine on examination day, or to outdo a rival, or take the highest prize ! That we may bear .this in mind, we will let this motto remain before us until the blackboard is needed for other purposes." Ronald was a very good declaimer, as were sev- eral others of the boys in his class. Marcus had given him some encouragement that he would pre- pare an original dialogue for Ronald and a few of his class-mates to bring out at the exhibition. This half-promise he was now reminded of, almost daily, until at length he agreed that if lion aid would find a suitable plot or subject for a dialogue, he would assist him in putting it upon paper. This, he said, was all he could promise to do, at present. Ronald was at first a little discouraged by this proposal ; but setting his wits to work, in a day or two he suggested to Marcus a plan of a dialogue. " I should think we might make something out of that," said Marcus, after Ronald had explained the plan. "KTow you sit down, and write out a rough outline of it, and then let me see it." " But you said you would help me write it out," said Ronald. THE DIALOGUE. 297 " So I will," replied Marcus ; " but I want you to do what you can, first, without my help. After you have made your first draft, we will go over it together, and see what improvements we can make in it." "But I can't do it I don't know where to begin," pleaded Ronald. "O, yes, you can," replied Marcus. "Write it out just as you explained it to me, and that will be a good beginning." Ronald at length mustered courage enough to make the attempt. His dialogue was of course quite imperfect, but it served as a good basis for Marcus to work upon. Two or three evenings were spent over it, by the joint authors, before it was pronounced satisfactory. When completed, the ideas and incidents of the piece were for the most part Ronald's, while they were indebted to Marcus for much of the language in which they were clothed, and for the gen era! arrangement they assumed. The following is a copy of the dialogue, as it read when completed. The part which Ronald decided to take was that of " Joseph Foot" as his 298 THE DIALOGUE. powers of mimicry enabled him to imitate the back- woods dialect very successfully : HEAD AND FOOT. SCENE A school-room^ icith a class of ten or ttcelve boys, seated on a bench. PRINCIPAL CHAR- ACTERS JOHN HEAD, icho is at the head of the class, and JOSEPH FOOT, a wonderfully good- natured backwoods lad, who is at the other ex- tremity. HEAD [rising, and holding in his hand some- thing concealed in a cloth.~\ Friends and class- mates ! We have passed through the dread ordeal of another examination. Our grave and reverend seigniors have set in solemn inquisition over us, to their hearts' content. They have weighed us, and gauged us, and tested us, and dissected and analyzed us, till we feel as if they had found out about all we know, besides some things that we do n't know. Our learned and venerable teacher, of whom we would ever speak with affection and esteem, has shown us in all our paces trotting through our declamations and reading lessons, at a lively rate tripping lightly among the big words in the dic- tionary limping over verbs, and participles, and relatives, and copulatives stumbling among cubes x TUE DIALOGUE. 299 and roots, and the vulgarest of fractions and floundering in a sea of forgotten geographical names and latitudes. BOY. I say, Johnny, there 's one of your paces he did n't put you through to-day that 's the pace you exhibited when he flogged you round the school-room and out of the window, the other day. SEVERAL BOYS. Order ! order ! order ! HEAD. I will only say to my tow-headed col- league from Misery Swamp, that if his insulting personalities were not entirely out of place on such an occasion as this, I would stop and settle with him on the spot [shaking his fist.] SEVERAL BOYS. Order! order! order! ANOTHER BOY. That's right, Johnny stand up for your honor ! Form a ring, boys, and let 'em fight it out ! BOYS. Order ! Shame ! (with hisses.} HEAD. Some of you called me to order I should like to know why. A BOY. It isn't parliamentary to shake your fist at a fellow. HEAD. I do n't care for that. We 've nothing to do with parliamentary rules, here we are gov- erned by Congressional usage; and it's Congres- sional to shake your fists, and use them, too, if you choose. Does anybody deny that ? 300 THE DIALOGUE. A BOY. Enough said go on with your speech, Johnny. HEAD. Well, as I was saying, we have passed through the fiery trial of another examination, and the magnificent series of prizes the total cost of which to our beloved teacher, as I learn from good authority, could not have been less than one dollar and twenty-five cents have all been awarded. As is apt to be the case, I believe, on such occa- sions, some three or four scholars who are supposed to be brighter than their fellows, have carried away all the prizes, leaving absolutely nothing for the great body of the school. Now it has seemed to - some of the more philanthropic members of the class that this is hardly fair; and to equalize in some degree this unjust scale of awards, it was suggested that we all unite and purchase an ap- propriate offering for the poorest scholar in the class. Though it was my fortune, or misfortune, whichever you choose to regard it, to take the highest prize offered to this class, consisting of a touching account of a dear little girl who never was naughty, and died young A BOY. O my ! Lend it to me, Johnny, wont you? SEVERAL BOYS. And me, too ! And me, too And me too ! THE DIALOGUE. 301 A BOY. There, John Head ! It 's too bad to make fun of your prize. HEAD. I beg your pardon, I 'in not making fun of it. But I wish folks would n't interrupt me. You put me out so, that I do n't know as I can get through with my speech. As I was saying, although I took the prize myself, I go in for doing justice to all, and am happy to comply with the request, to present this testimonial of respect and affection to our esteemed friend who heads the other end of the class, as an Irishman might say. Brother Joseph Foot, will you please to rise ? [Foot rises, with a broad grin on hisface.~\ A BOY. Brother Foot is on his feet. HEAD. My dear sir, you have been selected as the honorable recipient of a testimonial from your class-mates, out of respect to the position you oc- cupy, as the lowest round of our literary ladder. Your quick native intelligence probably will not demand that I should attempt to prove that there must be one round in the ladder lower than all the others ; and I suppose it is equally evident to your enlightened mind, that if you constitute this round, yourself, the rest of us can be spared for other and higher posts of duty. We should, therefore, and I trust do, feel truly grateful to you for settling down so permanently and contentedly into this impor- 26 302 THE DIALOGUE. tant and truly fundamental office, thus relieving us from all anxiety in regard to it. Your position may seem an humble one, but I may say for my- self, that I have considerable respect for it. I like to see a person decidedly one thing or another. Let those eat luke-warm porridge who love it I prefer mine either hot or cold. Moreover, the brighter scholars of the class are indebted to you not a little for their brilliancy, like the stars at night, which owe much of their beauty to the dark background. But the chief comfort and satisfac- tion of your life must be the thought that many of the greatest men the world has produced have been very dull and stupid boys. It is said that the bright boys of the school and the college are sel- dom heard from, when they become men. Accord- ing to this rule, we may confidently hope to hear a tremendous report from yourself, one of these days. Accept, then, classmate, this slight token of good- will and esteem, from your friends. It is a heart tribute, whose expressiveness and significance will doubtless be appreciated by you. Accept it and while you indulge the fond consciousness that you have attained to this distinction without resorting: O to selfish and unworthy means, you may also com- fort yourself with the grateful assurance that you THE D I A L O G U E . 303 have escaped the sting of envy that inevitable bane of the prize scholar. [He uncovers the testimonial, which proves to be a callage, and stepping up to FOOT, who stands grinning, proffers it to Mm.'] BOY. Why do n't you take it, Jo ? it 's a big rose. ANOTHER BOY. Yes, Jo, take it he wont charge you anything for it. FOOT {taking the callage."] Wall, I guess it 's good to b'ile, any heow. HEAD. But, my good friend, you do not propose to consign this token of esteem from your class- mates to the dinner-pot, as though it were nothing but a common vegetable ! FOOT [surveying first the callage, and then JOHN'S head.'] Wall, 'tis 'most too bad to b'ile it sich a good likeness o' your top-piece. They say all flesh is grass, but I guess some folks' heads do n't want much of bcin' cabbages, neow that 's a fact. [HEAD walks lack to his seat.] Jest look, neow ! it 's the very image of his head, behind, is n't it, you ? SEVERAL BOYS. Good ! Good ! Ha, ha, ha ! FOOT [examining the callage.'] Wall, this 'ere 's a pooty good sort of a cabbage, any heow, and a feller had n't oughter make fun of it. But if 't be- 304 THE DIALOGUE. longs to the biggest fool in the class, I shall feel as if I was cheatin' you, Johnny, if I keep it. HEAD. O, no, Jo, do n't be too modest there 's no doubt you have the best claim the whole class voted it to you. FOOT. Wall, s'posin' I ken prove that you 're the feller that oughter had it ? O HEAD. You can't do that little thing, Johnny if you can, I '11 eat the cabbage raw. FOOT. I do n't take no stumps, but if yer want to bet, jest say so. I'll bet this 'ere 'token,' as yer call it, ag'inst a quarter dollar, that you oughter have it. HEAD. Agreed. \_Fumbles in his pockets for money J] Here 's the quarter. FOOT. So 'tis! Wall, here's the cabbage. Bill, you hold the stakes, -will you ? [Bill takes tliem.~] A BOY. You 're sold, Johnny, as sure as a gun ! He 's got it on to you ! HEAD [scratching his head a moment.'] Why, Jo is going to put down a quarter, too, is n't he ? FOOT. Xo, he is n't going to put down a quar- ter tew, nuther. I said I 'd bet this 'ere cabbage ag'inst a quarter did n't I, boys ? A BOY. Yes, that is just what he said. HEAD. O, I did n't understand it so. THE DIALOGUE. 305 FOOT. O, wall, you ken back deown if you wanter I knowed it would be jest so. HEAD. But I sha n't back down, so go ahead and win the bet, if you can. FOOT. Wont you, though? Seems to me I would, if I 's in such a fix. HEAD. O yes, you want to back out yourself, do n't you ? FOOT. Wall, no, I Ve gone so far I wont back eout ; but I '11 tell ye what, Johnny, I do n't want to git away your money, so I '11 give in han'somely. The cabbage is yourn ! \_ General laughter and clapping of hands in the class, with cries of Good ! Capital ! You 've got to eat it raw, Johnny ! &c.] FOOT. There, now, I '11 leave it to all hands if Johnny had n't oughter have that 'ere cabbage ? ALL. Yes! yes! To be sure he had! All right! &c. FOOT. Then I '11 take that 'ere quarter, Bill I b'lieve I 've won my bet ! [Renewed demonstrations of merriment through the class.~\ HEAD. But stop, I thought you just backed out from the bet. FOOT. Back eout? No such thing I said I would n't back out, any way. I only kinder made 26* 306 THE DIALOGUE. you think I 'd give in beat, but I won the wager fairly, arter all, did n't I, boys ? SEVERAL BOYS. Yes! yes! So he did. It's all fair. FOOT. Wall, Johnny, if I 've won, I expect that 'ere cabbage b'longs to me, tew. But I do n't want to be hard on yer ; besides, 'twixt you and I and the teown pump, I do n't 'prove of bettin', for dad says it 's jest about as bad as gamblin' ; so s'posin' we jest swap even I '11 keep the quarter, and you may have the cabbage, and eat it raw or b'iled, jest as you please. It 's a pooty good price for it, I ex- pect, but what 's the use of a feller's tradin', if he can't make something ? HEAD. Well, Jo, you sha n't say I 'm such a fool that I do n't know when I 'm fairly cornered. I'll own up handsomely, that I went to gather wool, and came home shorn ; so you may keep the quarter, and I '11 take the cabbage. Here, Bill, pass over the property. \JBill obcys.~\ Boys, I'll just say to you, that the next time you want to make a present to the foot of the class, you will have to get somebody else to be your orator. And to you, Jo, I will frankly confess that you have taught me a lesson I shall never forget. I have learned that a boy is not necessarily a fool, because he is at the foot of his class, and that excellent as book learn- THE DIALOGUE . 307 ing is, common sense and mother wit are sometimes more than a match for it. FOOT. Thank ye, Johnny ; you done that han'- somely, that 's a fact. Neow, Jake, you jest run over to the bake-shop, and git as much gingerbread as this 'ere quarter will buy, and we '11 have a gin- eral treat all reound. \IIands Mm the money.] {Exit JAKE. Curtain falls. ,] CHAPTER XIX. CLOSE OF THE TEEM. 64 YTTHAT is the matter, Oscar? you look quite sober," said Mrs. Page, one afternoon, as Oscar came into the kitchen, on his return from school, and began to take oif his boots. " I should like to know," replied Oscar, " why I don't get a letter from home. I've been to the post office every day for a fortnight, expecting one, and it has n't come yet." " Why, it does n't seem a great while since you had a letter from your mother; how long is it?" inquired his aunt. " Let me see," replied Oscar, reckoning the time in his head ; "why, it was just six weeks last Satur- day." " That is n't a very long time to wait for a letter, A SURPRISE. 309 for a boy of your age, who has been away from home as much as you have," replied Mrs. Page. " I know it," replied Oscar ; " but they agreed to write, some of them, every month ; and besides, I believe I think more of letters from home than I used to." " That is a good sign, if you do," replied Mrs. Page ; " only you must be sure and do your share of the correspondence." " I have done my share," continued Oscar. " I have written regularly every month, almost from the time I came here." " Then I think you will hear from home soon," replied Mrs. Page. " Sooner than he expects, perhaps," said a voice from the sitting-room, the door of which, opening from the kitchen, stood ajar. "Why, mother ! is that you?" cried Oscar, spring- ing to the door ; " and you, too, father ! Why, who would have thought you were in here, hearing me scold about you ! " It was even so. Oscar's parents had arrived late in the afternoon, quite unexpectedly, to make a short visit, and his aunt, as he entered the room, 310 THE EXHIBITION. conceived the idea of withholding the news from him for a few moments, to render his surprise the more complete. The warm greeting need not be described ; bitt it may be well to add, that both his father and mother protested that they were not in the slightest degree displeased with the "scolding" they had overheard, and promised there should be no further occasion for it, if they could help it. The examination and exhibition of the academy took place, in a few days, and a part of the exercises were attended by Oscar's parents. Two days Avere devoted to this business, and, as usual, they were arduous and anxious days to both teachers and students. The committee who conducted the ex- amination, like the similar body mentioned in the dialogue, seemed bound to find out all that the students knew, and a good deal more. The schol- ars, however, stood their ground well, and when the examination was concluded, Mr. Merrill, the village clergyman, pronounced it one of the most satisfactory he had ever attended in that place. Then came the closing entertainment, or exhibition, in which speaking, reading compositions, singing, etc., were the order of the day. This, too, passed THE SURPRISE PARTY. 3H off quite successfully. The whole concluded with the award of prizes. Among the successful com- petitors were Jessie Hapley, who took one of the highest premiums, for superior scholarship and good conduct ; Oscar, who received a handsome volume, for faithful endeavors ; Harrison Clark, who was awarded a prize for general improvement; and Charles Wilder, who received a gift for several fine drawings exhibited by him. In the evening after the exhibition, all of the students and teachers of the academy assembled at the house of Mr. Upton, the preceptor, to make him a surprise visit. The affair Avas so well man- aged, that he knew nothing of the intentions of his pupils until they began to pour into his house. But cheerful fires were soon blazing on the hearths of the principal rooms, fresh lamps were lit, and a dozen or two of chairs were brought in from a neighbor's, which were all the preparations deemed necessary for the occasion. The hours were enliv- ened with social intercourse, and games, and music, and mirth, in which all participated with the utmost freedom and good-will. No refreshments except apples were offered, one of the elder pupils having 312 THE OFFERING. considerately informed Mr. Upton at the outset that " they had eaten their suppers once, and con- sidered that sufficient, Avhether at home or abroad." In the course of the evening, by some manoeuvre which he did not clearly understand, Mr. Upton found himself suddenly surrounded by the whole body of his pupils, and immediately one of their number, a young lady, commenced addressing him in a set speech. She held in her hand an elegantly bound book, which, after a neat address, she handed to the preceptor. This book was entitled, "The Ifighburg Academy Offering to their Beloved Friend and Preceptor, Robert Upton, A. M? It contained the autograph signature of every scholar connected with the institution, to each of which was prefixed a verse or two of appropriate poetry, or a few prose sentences, original or selected, tran- scribed by the several writers. The volume also contained quite a number of drawings, Avater-color paintings, maps, etc., executed by the scholars. The origin of this unique volume was as follows : At the close of several of the previous terms, Mr. Upton had received gifts from his scholars, which were of considerable value in themselves. Fearing MAKING PRESENTS. 313 the practice of making such presents might entail too heavy a tax on some of the poorer scholars, or subject them to the unpleasant duty of declining to contribute their portion to the fund, he deter- mined to discourage the custom in future. Ac- cordingly a few weeks before the present term closed, he confidentially intimated his feelings to several of the older and more influential pupils, and requested them, in case a presentation should be proposed, to nip the enterprise in the bud. When, therefore, one and another began to speak of presenting a testimonial to the preceptor, they were apprized that such a proceeding would be contrary to his wishes. But this only set their wits to work, and in a little time a project was on foot, which, it was thought, would at once give suitable expression to the feelings of the scholars, and yet avoid the objection he had named to such gifts. A quantity of paper, of uniform size and quality, was distributed among the pupils, and each was requested to write something upon a sheet, and sign his name to it. Drawings and paintings on paper were also solicited, from all who received instructions in those branches, and such as were 314 AN APPROPRIATE O I F T . deemed worthy, "were accepted for the collection. These materials were then collected and arranged, and sent to a book-binder in another town, who bound them together into a handsome volume, with gilt cover and edges. Thus, at a trifling expense, a novel, beautiful, and, to the teacher, a really val- uable keepsake was procured. JMr. Upton was quite taken by surprise by the gift, and in his reply to the presentation address, said it was peculiarly acceptable and pleasing to him, because its cost to the donors had been chiefly an expenditure of time, care, ingenuity, and taste, rather than money. A gift procured at such a price, he said, Avas far more appropriate as an expression of esteem and affection, under the circumstances, than one purchased simply by money, no matter how costly. It was far more precious to him, too, as it contained something which would cause him to remember every one of them, as long as he lived. As soon as these ceremonies were concluded, one of the boys brought and laid upon the table a port- able rosewood writing-desk, of plain but neat and substantial workmanship. ANOTHER SURPRISE. 315 " Mr. Page, will you please to step this way ? " said Harrison Clark, who stood near the table. Marcus came forward, whereupon Harrison pro- ceeded at once to address him, as follows : " DE*AR TEACHER : It is my pleasing task to present to you this writing-desk, in behalf of the pupils of Highburg Academy, and to ask your ac- ceptance of the same. The same considerations which governed us in the selection of a testimonial for our worthy preceptor, restrained us from pro- curing a more expensive one for yourself. It is a plain and simple article of utility that we offer you; but though its intrinsic worth be small, we trust it will possess some slight value in your eyes, as a memento of the affection, esteem and gratitude which we all entertain towards you. The ability and success with which you discharged the ardu- ous duties of the preceptor for several weeks, dur- ing his illness, the fidelity with which you have labored through the term in your own sphere, the gentle and patient spirit with which you have borne the many short-comings and provocations of those of us who have been more immediately xinder your charge, and the firm yet always kind manner in which you have led us on in our studies, and re- strained us in our errors, have made an impression on our hearts which time will not efface. Many of 316 EEPLY OF MAECUS. us hope for a continuance of this pleasant inter- course, in months to come ; but those of our num- ber who now meet you for the last time as your scholars, could not let this opportunity pass with- out a public expression of our gratitude and esteem. Accept, then, dear sir, this slight token of our af- fection and good will, and may the good Father of all grant you a long, a useful and a happy life ! " To this Marcus responded : "Mr YOUNG FRIENDS: I came hereto help you surprise your worthy preceptor, and had no idea that any such trick as this was in the pro- gramme. You have taken me by surprise, most completely. I rather feel as if you had got the advantage of me, too. You knew you couldn't do this to the general, with impunity, and so you thought you would try it on his aid-de-camp. I shall look out for you, another time, you sly rogues! But I wont scold you very hard, this time. No, I will rather frankly confess that this is the proudest moment of my life. Young and inexperienced as I am, such a gift from my first scholars, accom- panied by such kind and flattering words, may well make me proud. I accept it with gratitude, only wishing that my poor efforts were more worthy of such a reward. I am sure that no honors or gifts MARCUS'S PRESENT. 317 that may fall to my lot hereafter, can ever displace from my heart the memory of this token of esteem from the first pupils I have had the honor and pleasure to instruct. May Heaven reward 3-011 for your kindness, and bless you in all your ways ! " The desk presented to Marcus was supplied with a variety of stationery, and was really a beautiful and appropriate gift. He learned, afterward, that Harrison, the once mischievous and troublesome scholar, had been foremost in procuring the testi- monial. Marcus always wondered, however, how the matter could have been kept from him so com- pletely, inasmuch as every one in the family but himself was let into the secret. Oscar's parents were much pleased with the part he sustained in the examination and exhibition, and with the general improvement visible in his con- duct, habits and character. They left for home, the next day, but not \vntil they had expressed their warmest thanks for the interest manifested by Marcus and his mother and aunt in Oscar, and their gratification on beholding the improvement he had made under their care. After their depar- ture, Oscar discovered an addition to the inscrip- 27* 318 THE INSCRIPTION. tion in his prize book, written in the delicate hand o his mother. The inscription now read as fol- lows, the first three lines being from the pen of Mr. Upton, and the other three by Mrs. Preston : Highburgli Academy, Feb. 18, 185-. 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