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Nat followed this advice, and improved rapidly. Midge, although he keenly felt the ill-treatment he received, did not resent it. Of course the example set by the mate was followed by the badly disposed among the crew, who unmercifully bullied poor Nat. Owen, observing this, was highly indignant. "You should complain to the captain. I am sure that he would not allow it," observed Owen.

Our familiar Pied-billed Grebe or Dabchick disappears so suddenly, that 'Water Witch' is one of its common names." "What a lot of birds there are to watch for this fall!" said Nat very anxiously. "I only wish I knew how much more time we shall have before father and mother come for us."

A wild man who afterwards proved to be related to Nat Poole, the son of a miserly money-lender of Crumville tried to blow up a neighboring hotel, and the boys were thought to be guilty. In terror, some of them feared arrest and fled, as related in "Dave Porter and the Runaways." Dave went after the runaways, and after escaping a fearful flood, made them come back to school and face the music.

I well, I resented it at first, but by and by I got to thinking he must be right, and the more I thought of it, the more I made up my mind that I had been a big fool. And then I made a resolve " Nat stopped and gave a gulp. "A resolve?" "Yes. I resolved that, the first time I met you, Dave, and the others, I was going to eat humble pie and tell you just what I thought of myself."

There can be no mistaking its import. The mise en scene explains it, showing the stage set for an execution. If they have a thought of interfering it is too late. While they stand in suspense, a shout reaches them, followed by explanatory words. They are in the voice of Walt Wilder, who has said "Death to the scoundrels! Now, Nat, move your mule forrard!"

"I'll tell you all about it; Aunt Jo won't mind;" and Demi settled himself on the opposite bed, glad to tell his favorite story to so good a listener. Nursey peeped in to see if Nat was asleep, but when she saw what was going on, she slipped away again, and went to Mrs. Bhaer, saying with her kind face full of motherly emotion, "Will the dear lady come and see a pretty sight?

"Pretty sight, eh, Nat?" he chuckled. "Ah, the king has a wonderful eye for beauty, Nat wonderful eye! He orders that no skirt shall fall below the female knee. Ho, ho, if he dared, if he quite dared, Nat!" He nudged Nathaniel again with such enthusiasm that the latter jumped as though a knife had been thrust between his ribs. "By George, I admire his taste!" he laughed.

It is against such people that laws must be made by those who have more intelligence. "Now for your Dove, Nat called the Mourning Dove from his mournful 'coo-o-coo-o! "At first," said Nat, "when I saw it in the glass case it looked sort of bluish-brown.

Nat found himself very well off behind the tall pitchers, with Tommy Bangs just around the corner, and Mrs. Bhaer close by to fill up plate and mug as fast as he could empty them. "Who is that boy next the girl down at the other end?" whispered Nat to his young neighbor under cover of a general laugh. "That's Demi Brooke. Mr. Bhaer is his uncle." "What a queer name!"

"Where can we put them, then?" said Demi, crossing his legs and leaning down to argue the question. "In the old carriage-house." "But it leaks, and there isn't any window, nor any place to put things, and it's all dust and cobwebs," began Nat. "Wait till Gibbs and I have touched it up a bit, and then see how you like it.