d to WILLIAM MARTIN ("PETER PARLEY")

Gunpowder! Yes, it is a dreadful thing, and many a little boy has lost
his eyesight by it. Next to playing with fire, I do not know anything
so bad as playing with gunpowder.

Every one knows of the fifth of November, the day set apart for
commemorating the deliverance of King James and his Parliament from
the horrible plot to blow them up with gunpowder, and how on that day
Guido Fawkes, who was to have put the plan in execution, has his
effigy paraded about.

Well, it was on the fifth of November, in the year 1789, when Peter
Parley was a boy, that the circumstances took place of which I am
going to give a relation. The boys of those days, I think, were more
fond of Guy Fawkes, and bonfires, and squibs, and crackers than they
are now.

I remember it was the first of November, early in the morning, that a
lad, who was on a visit to my father, and who was my second cousin,
got out of bed and said to me (for we both slept in one room):

"Peter," said he, "do you have a guy in this town? I had a famous one
last year, and such a bonfire as you never saw, for we burnt down a
haystack. I should like to have a guy this year; do let us make one."

I was only about twelve years old, and very fond of a bit of fun, and
so I said:

"That is a good idea. I was thinking of the same thing last night,
because the clerk gave out in the church that there would be prayers
on the fifth of November, on account of the Gunpowder Plot; and, as I
came out of the church porch I saw a very old woman sitting there. She
looked just like an old witch, and I said to myself, 'I should like to
seize her for a guy.'"

"Seize an old woman for a guy! Well, that would be the drollest thing
that ever happened," said he; "and I should like to go you halves.
Shall we go partners in it? We can easily get a chair and tie her down
in it, and get a dark lantern and some matches and all that."

"But she must be dressed like a man," said I; "there never was a
female Guy Fawkes. The people would laugh at us."

"So much the better," said he; "that is just what we want. I like
something original, out of the common way. Now, a female Guy Fawkes is
a thing that few persons ever saw, or even heard of."

"But shall we not be taken up," said I, "perhaps put in prison, and
get ourselves into a hobble?"

"Well, what if we do? But we shall not do that. I am sure it is all
right enough. But, however, to be quite certain,