Part 3 (1/2)

”Plenty of it.”

”Well,” continued Charles, ”I walked all over the woods this morning, and couldn't find any thing.”

”It is not the season for hunting now,” said George; ”but in the fall there are lots of ducks, pigeons, squirrels, and turkeys, and in the winter the woods are full of minks, and now and then a bear or deer; and the swamps are just the places to kill muskrats.”

”I'd just like to go hunting with some of you. I'll bet I can kill more game in a day than any one in the village.”

The boys made no reply to this confident a.s.sertion, for the fact was that they were too full of laughter to trust themselves to speak.

”I'll bet you haven't got any thing in the village that can come up to this,” continued Charles; and as he spoke he raised a light, beautifully-finished rifle from the bottom of the boat, and held it up to the admiring gaze of the boys.

”That is a beauty,” said Harry, who wished to continue the conversation as long as possible, in order to hear some more of Charles's ”large stories.” ”How far will it shoot?”

”It cost me a hundred dollars,” answered Charles, ”and I've killed bears and deer with it, many a time, as far as across this river here.”

Charles did not hesitate to say this, for he was talking only to ”simple-minded country boys,” as he called them, and he supposed he could say what he pleased and they would believe it. His auditors, who before had been hardly able to contain themselves, were now almost bursting with laughter. Frank and George, however, managed to draw on a sober face, while Harry turned away his head and stuffed his handkerchief into his mouth.

”I tell you,” continued Charles, not noticing the condition his hearers were in, ”I've seen some pretty tough times in my life. Once, when I was hunting in the Adirondack Mountains, in the northern part of Michigan, I was attacked by Indians, and came very near being captured, and the way I fought was a caution to white folks. This little rifle came handy then, I tell you. But I must hurry along now; I promised to go riding with the old man this afternoon.”

And he dipped the oars into the water, and the little boat shot rapidly up the river. It was well that he took his departure just as he did, for our three boys could not possibly have contained themselves a moment longer. They could not wait for him to get out of sight, but, lying back in the boat, they laughed until the tears rolled down their cheeks.

”Well, Frank, what do you think of him?” inquired Harry, as soon as he could speak.

”I think the less we have to do with him the better,” answered Frank.

”I did think,” said Harry, stopping now and then to indulge in a hearty fit of laughter, ”that there might be some good things about him; but a boy that can tell such whopping big lies as he told must be very small potatoes. Only think of catching three hundred fish in less than half an hour, and with only one hook and line! Why, that would be ten every minute, and that is as many as two men could manage. And then for him to talk about that pop-gun of his shooting as far as across this river!--why, it's a mile and a half--and I know it wouldn't shoot forty rods, and kill. But the best of all was his hunting among the Adirondack Mountains, in Michigan, and having to defend himself against the Indians; that's a good joke.”

And Harry laid back in the boat again, and laughed and shouted until his sides ached.

”He must be a very ungrateful fellow,” said Frank, at length. ”Didn't you notice how disrespectfully he spoke of his father? He called him his 'old man.' If I had a father, I'd never speak so lightly of him.”

”Yes, I noticed that,” said George. ”But,” he continued, reaching for the basket which Harry, after helping himself most bountifully, had placed on the middle seat, ”I'm hungry as blazes, and think I can do justice to the good things mother has put up for us.”

After eating their dinner they got out their fis.h.i.+ng-tackle again; but the perch had stopped biting, and, after waiting patiently for half an hour without feeling a nibble, they unjointed their poles, drew up the anchor, and Frank seated himself at the helm, while George and Harry took the oars and pulled toward home.

CHAPTER VI.

The Regulators

One of the range of hills which extended around the western side of the village was occupied by several families, known as the ”Hillers.”

They were ignorant, degraded people, living in miserable hovels, and obtaining a precarious subsistence by hunting, fis.h.i.+ng, and stealing.

With them the villagers rarely, if ever, had intercourse, and respectable persons seldom crossed their thresholds. The princ.i.p.al man among the Hillers was known as Bill Powell. He was a giant in strength and stature, and used to boast that he could visit ”any hen-roost in the village every night in the week, and carry off a dozen chickens each time, without being nabbed.” He was very fond of liquor, too indolent to work, and spent most of his time, when out of jail, on the river, fis.h.i.+ng, or roaming through the woods with his gun. He had one son, whose name was Lee, and a smarter boy it was hard to find. He possessed many good traits of character, but, as they had never been developed, it was difficult to discover them. He had always lived in the midst of evil influences, led by the example of a drunken, brutal father, and surrounded by wicked companions, and it is no wonder that his youthful aspirations were in the wrong direction.

Lee and his a.s.sociates, as they were not obliged so attend school, and were under no parental control, always amused themselves as they saw it. Most of their time was spent on the river or in the woods, and, when weary of this sport, the orchards and melon-patches around the village, although closely guarded, were sure to suffer at their hands; and they planned and executed their plundering expeditions with so much skill and cunning, that they were rarely detected.

A day or two after the events related in the preceding chapter transpired, Charles Morgan, in company with two or three of his chosen companions, was enjoying a sail on the river. During their conversation, one of the boys chanced to say something about the Hillers, and Charles inquired who they were. His companions gave him the desired information, and ended by denouncing them in the strongest terms.