y fire burn; and I wish you would
come and kindle it for me."

"Have you tried the ways I told you about?"

"Yes," said Caleb.

"Have you tried all of them faithfully?"

"All but the last," said Caleb, "and I know that won't do."

"You must try them all, faithfully, or else I can't come." So saying,
Raymond went on with his work.

Caleb went back a good deal out of humour with himself, and saying that
he wished Raymond was not so cross. He took up two of the sticks, which
were now pretty well on fire, and carried them along, swinging them by
the way, to make fiery rings and serpents in the air. When he reached
the chimney, he threw them down carelessly, and stood watching them, to
see if they were going to burn. Instead, however, of setting the other
wood on fire, they only grew dimmer and dimmer themselves; and he said
to himself, "I knew they would not burn." Then he sat down upon a log,
in a sad state of fretfulness and dissatisfaction.

However, after waiting a few minutes, longer, he went back to the fire,
determined to bring all the brands there were, and put them down, though
he knew, he said, that they would not burn. He was going to do it, so
that then he could go and tell Raymond that he had tried all his plans,
and that now he must come, and light the fire himself.

So he walked along, back and forth bringing the brands, and laying them
down together near the foot of the heap of fuel in the tree. But before
he had brought them all, he found that they began to brighten up a
little, and at length they broke out into a little flame. He stood and
watched it a few minutes. It blazed up higher and higher. He then put on
some more wood which was near. The flame crept up between these sticks,
and soon began to snap and crackle among the brush in the tree. Caleb
stepped back, and watched the flame a moment as it flashed up higher and
higher, and then clapped his hands, jumped up on a log, and shouted out,

"Raymond, it's a-burning, its a-burning."

CHAPTER X.

THE CAPTIVE.

When Raymond heard Caleb's voice calling to him so loudly, he paused a
moment from his work, and seeing that the fire had actually taken, in
earnest, he told Caleb that he must go back a little way, for by-and-bye
the tree would fall. So Caleb went back to some distance, and asked
Raymond if that was far enough. Raymond said it was, and Raymond then
sat down upon a log, with his maple pole in his hand, to watch the
progress o