swept down the rapids.
Thus they amused themselves a long time, and then slowly returned home.

BLUEBERRYING.

[Illustration: "The bower on the mountain."]

BLUEBERRYING.

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OLD TRUMPETER.

Rollo's mother advised him, when he went to bed the evening before the
day fixed upon for the blueberrying, to rise early the next morning, and
take a good reading lesson before breakfast. She said he would enjoy
himself much more, during the day, if he performed all his usual duties
before he went. Rollo accordingly arose quite early, and, when he came
in to breakfast, had the satisfaction of telling his father that he had
read his morning lesson, and prepared his basket, and was all ready to
go.

He wanted Jonas to go too, and as, the last time when he asked his
father's permission that he should go, he lost his request by asking it
in an improper manner, he determined to be careful this time.

So he was silent at breakfast time while his father and mother were
talking, and then, watching an opportunity when they seemed disengaged,
he asked his father if Jonas might not go with them.

"I do not think he can very well, for there is no room for him. Both the
chaises will be full."

"But could not he ride on Old Trumpeter?" said Rollo.

Old Trumpeter was a white horse, that had served the family some time,
but was now rather old, and not a very good traveller.

Rollo's father hesitated a moment, and then said, perhaps he might. "You
may go and tell him that we are going, and that if he thinks Old
Trumpeter will do to carry him, he may go. He will be of great help to
us, if we should get into any difficulty."

Rollo thought of the bears that he expected to see on the mountain, and
ran to tell Jonas. Jonas was glad to go. So he went and gave Old
Trumpeter some oats, and got the saddle and bridle ready. He also got
out a pair of saddle-bags that he always used on such occasions, and put
into them a hatchet, a dipper, a box of matches, and some rope. On
second thoughts, he concluded it would be best to put these things into
the chaise-box, and to put the saddle-bags on his horse empty, as he
might want them to bring something home in.

After breakfast, Lucy and her father, Rollo's uncle George, drove up to
the door, for they were going too; and in a short time you might have
seen all the party driving away from the door--Rollo's father and mother
in the first chais