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Finally he was given his clothing, and part of the band marched him across country to the New York border and turned him loose. The attack of Simon Halpen upon the Hardings had practically failed. Yet the loss of their home was a sore blow. In a couple of days, with the help of Bolderwood, the old hovel was made very habitable.
Let him be." "But think how he used me the other night when I was trying to find out about that man in the woods! I don't like him." "Well, we can't like everybody in this world," said Bolderwood, philosophically. "We gotter take folks as we find 'em that's my motter. You let the Injin stay.
"What's going on?" he asked, anxiously. "Who's that out yonder?" nodding again toward the creek. "Umph! Men hire Crow Wing to paddle canoe. They go to Hardings'." "Yorkers!" exclaimed Bolderwood. But the Indian youth said no more and quickly disappeared in the bushes which overhung the creek.
The boys and girls cheered him and Bolderwood said he was a good wrestler, and then Crow Wing, who had slipped into his shirt again, came to him and said, with a still impassive face: "Umph! white boy big wrestler beat Crow Wing fair!"
"The children will be glad to see you, 'Siah," she said. "I will call them up early and get supper for us all. I will have raised biscuit, too it is not often you get anything but Johnny-cake, I warrant. The boys are working to clear the new lot to-day." "Aye, I saw them as I came along," said Bolderwood, laughing.
But the Hardings had little time to waste upon politics. The boys had to drop the drilling soon, too, for it came ploughing and seed time. 'Siah Bolderwood remained about the settlement rather later than usual that year; and mainly for the reason that public affairs were so strained.
"Huh!" exclaimed his elder brother, "you can't carry the old musket even, and march." "Yes I can!" "No you can't!" But the mother's voice recalled the boys to their better behavior. "I will talk with 'Siah Bolderwood about your joining the train-band, Enoch. And if you go to Bennington with Enoch, Bryce, who will defend our home? You must stay here and guard mother and the other children, my boy."
"Wal," said Bolderwood, "while you git yer breath, Nuck, I'll flay that critter and hang her up. I'm in somethin' of a hurry this mornin'; but as the widder's needin' the meat, we won't leave the carcass to the varmints." "You've been to my house, 'Siah?" cried Enoch, following him across the little glade. "Yes. Jest stopped there on my way down from Manchester.
Bolderwood held the title of a long strip of land along the lake shore, but he had never built a cabin. A shack, or hut, of branches was all the shelter the trio enjoyed. Here the ranger and Enoch found several of their friends beside Smith and Brown in waiting. The shore of the lake on this side had been fairly scoured for bateaus.
Rising to his knees, his limbs were so paralyzed by inaction that he could not yet stand upright, he crept into the brush and, like the serpent that Bolderwood declared to be his prototype, glided away from the camp and down toward the brush-bordered shore of the lake. As they are to-day, the surroundings of Fort Ticonderoga were most picturesque.
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