The elder boy laid him on leaves and dry grass at the
foot of a tree, and with a heavy heart bade him farewell. Alone he
slowly and painfully proceeded down the stream, now greatly increased in
size by tributary rivulets. On the top of a hill, he climbed with
difficulty into a tree, and saw in the distance what seemed to be a
clearing and a newly raised frame building. Hopeful and rejoicing, he
turned back to his young companion, told him what he had seen, and, after
chafing his limbs awhile, got him upon his feet. Sometimes supporting
him, and at others carrying him on his back, the heroic boy staggered
towards the clearing. On reaching it he found it deserted, and was
obliged to continue his journey. Towards night signs of civilization
began to appear,--the heavy, continuous roar of water was heard; and,
presently emerging from the forest, he saw a great river dashing in white
foam down precipitous rocks, and on its bank the gray walls of a huge
stone building, with flankers, palisades, and moat, over which the
British flag was flying.
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