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Harry then took up the book, and read as follows: "In the corner of a farmer's garden, there once happened to be a nest of ants, who, during the fine weather of the summer, were employed all day long in drawing little seeds and grains of corn into their hole.
The supernatural part of the story of Fawdon is treated by its first relater, Harry the Minstrel, as a mere legend, and that not a very credible one; but as a mere legend it is very fine, and quite sufficient for poetical purposes; nor should the old poet's philosophy have thought proper to gainsay it.
"I heard it this very minute!" declared Harry, from the window. "It might be bats!" suggested Uncle William. "But listen! I thought I heard the girls laughing," and at that moment an audible titter was making its way out of Nan's room! "That's Dorothy's doings!" declared Uncle William, getting ready to laugh himself.
Harry has done it as well as I." "At what height?" asked Starr. "Ten feet from the ground," replied Harry. James Starr had seated himself on a rock. After critically inhaling the air of the cavern, he gazed at the two miners, almost as if doubting their words, decided as they were.
Harry said to him, as, having packed and saddled the horses, they rode together down the canon. "I don't suppose the passage is so terrible after all." "I am not thinking of the passage at all, uncle," Tom said almost indignantly; "it will be a grand piece of adventure; but I don't like I hate the thought of my horse being killed. It is like killing a dear friend to save one's self."
The fire had gone down, and after she had made it up very softly, she bent over Harry again, as if she feared that he might have slipped out of her grasp while she had crossed the room. "If he only lives, I will let everything else go. I will think of nothing except my children. It will make no difference to me if I do look ten years older than Abby does.
'Well, ma'am, said the squire, calm at white heat; 'a fool's confession ought to be heard out to the end. What about the twenty-five thousand? 'I hoped to help my Harry. 'Why didn't you do it openly? She breathed audible long breaths before she could summon courage to say: 'His father was going to make an irreparable sacrifice.
Hazelton wanted to know. "Well, I didn't know whether you would, or not -after seeing that imaginary something behind you." "Don't laugh at me! I may have had a start, but you ought to be the first to know, Tom, that I haven't frozen feet." "I do know it, Harry. You've been through too many perils to be suspected of cowardice. Well, then, I'll run back."
This letter, when she had written it and copied it fair and posted the copy in the pillar-box close by, she found that she could not in any way show absolutely to her mother. In spite of all her efforts it had become a love-letter. And what genuine love-letter can a girl show even to her mother? But she at once told her of what she had done. "Mamma, I have written a letter to Harry Annesley."
The capture of the fort, believed to be impregnable, had had the effect of producing so profound a respect for the British arms that Harry, on his arrival, was received by the principal men of the town; and a large house was placed at his disposal, for himself and his escort.
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