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Retrospective The North-west Passage The Bay of Hudson Rival Claims The Old French Fur Trade The North-west Company How the Half-breeds came The Highlanders defeated-Progress Old Feuds.
That will hit Dick & Co., and a lot of others, and will turn the laugh back on the muckers." This proposition brought forth several eager cries of approval. "I see just one flaw in the plan," observed Hudson slowly. "What is it?" demanded half a dozen at once. "Why, 'The Evening Mail' is a paper designed to appeal to the more rowdyish element in Gridley politics.
It was shortly after noon when on turning a bend we saw below us the towers and palisades, the waving flag of the Hudson Bay Company's post of Fort Royal. Since I had last seen it months before what a change had come into my life! It was a sad and bitter home-coming for me.
"Yes," said I, swelling out with indignation, "Mrs Hudson and I are going to open the box. You sha'n't touch it!" The female appeared to be not in the least put out by this little display of feeling. In fact, she seemed used to it, for she stood quietly with her arms folded, apparently waiting till we both of us thought fit to subside. Poor Mrs Hudson was no match for this sort of battle.
Until within ten minutes before the close of the second half, it looked like a tie between giants of the school gridiron. Then, by a series of feints in which Prescott, Darrin, Drayne and Hudson bore off the most brilliant honors, although all under Wadleigh's planning, Paunceboro was sorely pressed down against its own goal line.
Not more than a mile from the brisk little town of Nyack, on the Hudson river, and near where the road makes a sharp turn and winds up into the mountain, there lived, in the year 1803, an honest old farmer of the name of Hanz Toodleburg.
"Some have more, some have less. To-day is your turn, to-morrow it may be mine. But let us struggle on to the great goal, and the weight of our burden need never cause us to sink by the wayside. And now I must wish you a very good morning, Mrs. Hudson. Believe me, you have my hearty sympathy."
"He said he would be ready for me at ten this morning. Now you've lost your turn, and there are three other ships." He turned away in a manner which told every one that Hanson had now become non-existent, pushed aside the Cygnet's papers, and searched the room once more. "Ah, good morning, Captain Hudson. You ready for me? Then I'll take you next."
In the field of statesmanship, in the field of business, in the field of philanthropic endeavor, it is equally true that among the men of whom we are most proud as Americans no distinction whatever can be drawn between those who themselves or whose parents came over in sailing ship or steamer from across the water and those whose ancestors stepped ashore into the wooded wilderness at Plymouth or at the mouth of the Hudson, the Delaware, or the James nearly three centuries ago.
But the rest of those present entertained no doubts, and our hero was at once surrounded by admiring friends, who shook his hand till it fairly ached. "Squire Hudson, your mortgage shall be paid whenever you desire," said Tom. "Three cheers for Tom Nelson!" proposed some one, and the cheers were given with a will.
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