With Ethan Allen at Ticonderoga

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Foster Walter Bertram. With Ethan Allen at Ticonderoga

CHAPTER I. A BOY OF THE WILDERNESS

CHAPTER II. ENOCH HARDING FEELS HIMSELF A MAN

CHAPTER III. THE AMBUSH

CHAPTER IV ’SIAH BOLDERWOOD’S STRATAGEM

CHAPTER V. THE PIONEER HOME

CHAPTER VI. THE STUMP BURNING

CHAPTER VII. A NIGHT ATTACK

CHAPTER VIII. THE TRAITOR’S WAY

CHAPTER IX. THE OTTER CREEK RAID

CHAPTER X. THE WARNING

CHAPTER XI. AN UNEQUAL BATTLE

CHAPTER XII. BACKWOODS JUSTICE

CHAPTER XIII. THE WOLF PACK

CHAPTER XIV. THE TESTIMONY OF CROW WING

CHAPTER XV. THE STORM CLOUD GATHERS

CHAPTER XVI. THE WESTMINSTER MASSACRE

CHAPTER XVII. THE CLOVEN HOOF

CHAPTER XVIII “THE CROSS OF FIRE”

CHAPTER XIX. THE RISING OF THE CLANS

CHAPTER XX. THE RIVAL COMMANDERS

CHAPTER XXI. THE ESCAPE OF THE SPY

CHAPTER XXII. THE END OF SIMON HALPEN

CHAPTER XXIII. THE DAWN OF THE TENTH OF MAY

CHAPTER XXIV. THE GUNS OF OLD TI SPEAK

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Although Enoch Harding had not grasped the serious nature of the matter which the ranger’s words suggested, there was something he had realized, however, and this thought sent the blood coursing through his veins with more than wonted vigor and his eyes sparkled. He was a man. He was to play a man’s part on this day and the neighbors–even the old ranger who had stood his friend on so many occasions already–recognized him as the head of the family.

Bolderwood saw this thought expressed in his face and without desiring to “take him down” and humble his pride, wished to show him the serious side of the situation. To this end he spoke upon another subject, beginning: “D’ye remember where we be, Nuck? ’Member this place? Seems strange that you sh’d have such a caper here with that catamount after what happened only last spring, doesn’t it?” He glanced keenly at young Harding and saw that his words had at once the desired effect. Enoch stood up, the skinning-knife in his hand, and looked over the little glade. In a moment his brown eyes filled with tears, which rolled unchastened down his smooth cheeks.

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The boy did as he was bade and soon the fruit of Enoch Harding’s early morning adventure was hanging from the top of a young tree, too small to be climbed by any wild-cat and far enough from the ground to be out of reach of the wolves and foxes. “Now we’ll git right out o’ here, lad,” Bolderwood said, picking up his rifle and starting for the ford. “We’ve got to hurry,” and Enoch, nothing loath, followed him across the creek and into the forest on the other bank.

“Do you r’ally think there’ll be fightin’, Master Bolderwood?” he asked.

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