arelessly over his back, as he lay asleep in his cart.

"Halloo there!" he shouted, striving to rise from the not very
comfortable blanket that dropped in twain to the left and the right,
as he shook off the tools and returned from the land of sleep to
Dorchester Heights and the 5th of March. He was just in time to hear a
voice like a clarion cry out: "Remember it is the 5th of March, and
avenge the death of your brethren."

It was the very voice that had said in the swamp in the night that
"General Washington would gladly change places with Jeremy Jagger."
It was the voice of General Washington animating the troops for the
coming battle.

Meanwhile a new and unexpected force arrived on the field of action.
It came in from sea--a great and mighty wind, that tossed and tumbled
the transports to and fro on the waves and would not let them land
anywhere save at the place they came from. So they went peacefully
back to Boston, and the Liberty Men over on the hills went on all day
and all night, in the rain and the wind, building up, strengthening,
fortifying, in fact getting ready, as Jeremy told his aunt, when he
reached home on the morning of the sixth of March, "for a visit from
King George and all his army."

The next day General Howe doubted and did little. The next and the
next went on and then on the morning of the 17th of March something
new had happened. There was one little hill, so near to Boston that it
was almost in it; and lo! in the night it had been visited by the
Americans, and a Liberty Cap perched above its head.

General Howe said: "We must get away from here in haste."

"Take us with you," said a thousand Royalists of the town; and he took
them, bag and baggage, to wander up and down the earth.

Over on Bunker Breed's Hill wooden sentinels did duty when the British
soldiers left and for full two hours after; and then two brave
Yankees guessed the men were wooden, and marched in to take
possession just nine months from the day they bade it good-by, because
they had no powder with which to "tune" their guns.

Over on Cambridge Common marched, impatient as ever, General Putnam,
with his four thousand followers, ready to cross the River Charles and
walk once more the city streets of the good old town. On all the hills
were gathered men, women and children to see the British troops
depart.

Jeremy Jagger was up before the dawn on that sweetest of Sunday
mornings in March, and he reached the Roxbur