ith cold
water, they may do it with tea.

Of all which our subjects will take notice and govern
themselves accordingly. By command,

TO-NE-TER-A-QUE.

"Attention, braves," said the sachem. "Each subject will provide
himself with a tomahawk and be at the wigwam one hour after
candle-lighting to-night, prepared to carry out the proclamation. The
tribe will remember that the Mohawks do not talk much, but do in
silence what they have to do."

They heard the proclamation in silence, and one by one took their
departure. Roger said he would be in the Old South Meetinghouse at
three o'clock to hear the result of the visit of Mr. Rotch to Governor
Hutchinson.

"I doubt if I shall be there; I may have an engagement early in the
evening," said Tom.

Abraham Duncan said the same.

"I went down to the shipyard this morning and got two tomahawks. They
are in my chamber, together with the feathers and war-paint and the
other things. Come round early, Abe," said Tom as they parted.

Again at three o'clock a great crowd filled the meetinghouse. The
clouds had rolled away, and the setting sun was throwing its beams
upon the gilded weather-vane when Roger Stanley entered the building.
It was so full that he could only stand in one of the aisles. The
moderator was reading letters from the selectmen of the surrounding
towns, saying that they would stand by Boston in whatever might be
done to prevent the landing of the tea.

"Their letters," said William Molineux, rising in one of the front
pews, "are all very well; they show the determined spirit of our
fellow-citizens; but we must have a committee whose duty it shall be
to prevent the landing of the tea. I move the appointment of such a
committee."

The meeting voted that a committee should be appointed.

* * * * *

The evening shades were falling and the housewives lighting their
candles. In the Brandon house Tom and Abraham were putting on Indian
uniforms which Mr. Brandon years before brought home from the tribes
along the shores of the St. Lawrence--buckskin breeches and coats, fur
caps trimmed with eagle's feathers. Tom tripped upstairs to the
garret, and returned with a bunch of garget berries, with which they
stained their faces and hands.

"You look just like Indians," said Berinthia.

"Say nothing to nobody as to what you have seen, 'Rinth," said Tom, as
he closed the door and walked with Abraham rapi