mighty dark hour. Hyde Lake, desarvin'
its name, is full o' eight or ten kinds o' fine fish, an' here are some
layin' under the leaves that I cooked last night. I eat pow'ful often
myself. Livin' such a lazy life here, I've growed to be what Paul calls
a eppycure. Remember them tales he used to tell about the old Romans and
Rooshians an' Arabiyuns and Babylonians that got so fine they et hummin'
birds' tongues an' sech like, an' then the flood wuz sent to drown 'em
all out 'cause they wuzn't fitten to live. I don't think hummin' birds'
tongues a sustainin' kind o' diet, anyway."

"I remember the tales, but not just that way, Sol. However, it doesn't
matter."

"Hev a fish, Henry. You've traveled fur, an' I made up my mind from the
fust that I'd offer refreshment an' the fat o' the water to anybody
comin' to my house. We kin cook the turkey to-night, an' then eat him,
too."

He handed to Henry a fine specimen of lake trout, admirably broiled, and
the boy ate hungrily. Shif'less Sol took another of the same kind and
ate, also. Henry, from his reclining position, could see through the
screen of leaves. The surface of the little lake was silver, rippling
lightly under the gentle wind, and beyond was the green wall of the
forest. He felt a great peace. He was rested and soothed, both body and
mind. The shiftless one, too, felt a deep content, although he had
always been sure that Henry would come.

For nearly a quarter of an hour neither spoke again, and Henry could
hear the faint lapping of the water on the rocks below. It was the
shiftless one who at last broke the silence.

"You reached Fort Prescott, o' course?" he asked.

"Yes," replied Henry. "I got in, and I warned them in time. We beat off
a land attack, and then they advanced on us by the river."

"What could canoes do against a fort on a hill?"

"They had cannon brought from Canada."

"Cannon! Then I s'pose they battered the fort down with 'em, an' you're
all that's left."

"No, they didn't. They might have done it, but they lost their cannon."

"Lost 'em! How could that happen?"

"The boat carrying them was blown up, and the cannon with it."

The shiftless one looked at Henry, and the boy grew uncomfortable,
blushing through his tan. Shif'less Sol laughed.

"Ef them cannon wuz blowed up--an' they shorely wuz ef you say so," he
said, "it's mighty likely that you, Henry Ware, had a lot to do with it.
Now, don't be bashful. Jest up an' tell me the hul