s the
most of a man.

"A fire in Boston," exclaimed Frank, as soon as he reached the summit,
and cast his eyes towards the city. All looked, and, to their surprise,
there was a dense volume of smoke issuing from the north part of the
city, indicating that a terrific fire was raging. Had it been in the
night-time, the whole heavens would have been lighted up with the blaze,
and the scene would have been grand beyond description. But in the
sunlight, nothing but smoke could be seen.

"What do you suppose it is burning?" inquired Frank. "It must be some
large building, I should think by the smoke it makes. Perhaps it is a
whole block on fire."

"I guess it is one of Nat's churches," said Sam, casting a glance at the
person hit by the remark. "He had better count it before it is gone."

"Well," replied Nat, who was tempted by the last fling to answer, "I
know of one fellow----"

And there he stopped short, for his caution prevailed, and he concluded
that "the least said the better." He had a pretty cutting remark on the
tip of his tongue, when he remembered that Sam was older than himself,
and was base enough to return a blow for a word. Besides, he had a
special dislike for Sam, since his cruel treatment of Spot, which would
naturally lead him to say as little to him as possible.

"What is that you know about a fellow?" said Sam, growing angry. "It is
a lucky thing for you that you didn't say it. Give me any of your sarce,
and I'll let you know who is the oldest. Boys that count churches better
look two ways for Sunday."

Frank saw how things were going, so he sought to quell the storm in
Sam's breast by calling the attention of all to the peculiar symmetry
and beauty of an elm tree that stood in the distance. But Sam, not
caring to view such objects, turned away to hurl stones, with which he
had taken care to fill his pockets, at some object near the base of the
hill. Frank's device, however, accomplished the object intended.

"How many miles do you think we can see from the top of this hill?"
inquired Nat, addressing himself to Frank.

"Well, I hardly know," answered Frank. "We can see Boston very plainly,
and that is ten miles distant. We can see further still in the other
direction, perhaps twice as far."

"How fine this is!" continued Nat. "But I must begin to count the
churches, or I shall not get through this afternoon. One, two, three,
four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten--yes, here are ten right he