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with father, or went on the steamboat. Last week a balloon went up,
from the other side of the river. We had a fine view of it from the roof
of our house. Two men were in it, and when they had risen so high that
the balloon appeared quite small, they threw out a little machine, called
a parachute. It looked something like an umbrella, and had a dog to it.
The balloon sailed a great distance through the air, and came down
safely."
It was now six o'clock, and Mr. Harvey told the boys that they might go
to supper, which he had ordered to be ready earlier than usual.
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CHAPTER II.
THE EVENING WALK.
After supper, Samuel and his cousins took a walk in the meadow,
toward the mill pond. The air was now cool and pleasant, and as the
boys moved through the narrow path, among the low grass, thousands
of grasshoppers, and other insects, filled the air with their cheerful hum.
Thomas, with his companions, passed round the mill, and then climbed
a fence which led through a field of corn. The corn was not very high,
so that they had to be careful not to tread upon it. When they reached
the other side, Samuel saw that the fence was covered with raspberry
vines, from one end to the other. He asked what they did with so many.
"All that father wishes to use, or to eat," replied Thomas, "he gathers

out of the garden; but these he leaves for two or three poor families,
who live not far off, and who take them to town to sell. It helps them to
pay their rent."
"And does he give away blackberries, too?" asked Samuel.
"Yes, and many other kinds of fruit," replied his cousin. "He has such
large fields and orchards, that he can afford to give away great
quantities of apples, peaches, currants, grain, and vegetables."
[Illustration: THE OLD SOLDIER'S HOUSE.]
The boys roamed about the fields, talking in this manner, until after
sunset, when Thomas said it was time to return. They crossed into a
bye path, and walked toward the house through a field in which wheat
had been growing. Among the short straw, left by the reapers, Samuel
saw many birds' nests, and deep holes that had been dug by rabbits,
field mice, and other small animals. In a short time they passed a very
old house, whose sides appeared as if they would fall every moment.
The roof was covered with moss and grass, and the boards had
crumbled and separated from each other; a number of bats and
swallows were flying about it, and Thomas said that dozens of these
little animals, beside rats and mice, lived inside. Samuel asked him if
any body lived there. "No," said his cousin; "but father remembers very
well when an old soldier, that the farmers called Jack, did live in this
house. His leg had been shot off in battles with the Indians. After it
healed he moved to this place, and lived on the vegetables he could
raise in a little garden, besides what people gave him. Every night he
came out and sat on the log by the door, playing on an old fiddle. Then
the school children would collect around him, and give him pennies, or
fruit, and such things. Sometimes he told them stories; for he had
travelled in many lands, and knew a great deal about them. In the
summer nights, father says, he often heard poor old Jack singing the
songs that he had learned when he was a boy; and sometimes he could
be seen hobbling down this lane, on his crutches, or sitting by the water
catching some fish for his supper. One day he was missed, and folks
thought he was sick; but they waited till the next morning, and then a
great crowd collected round the house, and called him. No one

answered; so some one lifted the latch and went in. Old Jack was not
there, and the people began to get frightened. They hunted for him all
that day, and many days afterward; but he was never found. Some think
that he was drowned; others that he went away with strangers, and a
few are foolish enough to believe, that he is still living, and will one
day come back. Since that time, no one has ever lived in his house, and
in a few years it will tumble down with old age."
While Thomas had been giving this account of Poor Jack, the Soldier,
John was very busy moving round the old house, and peeping through
the cracks in the boards. At last he motioned Thomas and Samuel, to
come to him, and then whispered:
"Stoop down--don't make