ling out candies, and
filberts, and raisins, and gingerbread, and liquors of different
kinds. There were a dozen different bottles and decanters in his tent,
each with some sort of liquor in it.

"Hurrah!" said he, as soon as the two friends came up to the tent;
"why, Fred, is that you?" And he wrung Frederick's hand much as a
farmer is accustomed to wring the necks of fat chickens, a day or two
before Christmas or Thanksgiving.

It turned out that the youth who was so glad to see Frederick, was
Peter Pippin, a son of the butcher in the place where Frederick's
father lived. Peter was a rude, untutored boy, rough as a nutmeg
grater, or a chestnut bur. He and Frederick had been to school
together; and though they had never been very intimate, because their
tastes were so different, they had been sufficiently acquainted to be
really glad to see each other again, after a separation of more than a
year.

"Bless me!" said Peter--_Pete_ he was always called at school, but we
will give him all that belongs to him, for that is nothing to boast
of--"bless me! how you have grown, Fred. 'Pon my soul, I'm glad to see
you. Come, take something to drink. What'll you have? and that chap
there with you, what'll you have, my beauty?"

This coarse language grated a good deal on Samuel's ears, and it was
by no means pleasant to Frederick; but it did not affect both boys in
exactly the same way. The former was so much disgusted, that, after
thanking the butcher's boy for his invitation, he was hurrying away as
fast as possible. The latter, while he did not care a straw for the
liquor, felt kindly towards his former schoolfellow, and was rather
disposed to gratify him by at least going through the ceremony of
drinking.

Frederick is on dangerous ground now. But he had been on dangerous
ground before, you recollect. He got off the rocks then. Let us hope
he will now. But Freddy, you must look out. As the sailor says, when
he is looking out at the mast head, and when he sees the vessel is
driving rapidly towards the surf, "breakers ahead!" There is
temptation here. To be sure, it is not so strong, but he can overcome
it. How easily he resisted a similar temptation on Thanksgiving day.
The result of that day's adventures shows that he can get along safely
enough, if he will only look out for himself. But _will_ he look out
for himself? We shall see.

"Hadn't we better walk along, Fred?" asked Samuel, in a kind and
pleasant tone of voic