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By ss]! BONS OF LIBERTY employed to watch her and that they will do their duties in thie respect.” : “IT shall follow your attvted « but I know it wil not work, The girl hates me; she will never go suey to tne altar at my gids.” “ Give her up, then, and let her go ~— to her home.” “ That I never willdo. I have her and I méan to keep ~ her. If she will not marry me by fair means. she shall by foul.” “You eternal thief!” muttered Tommy, before he thought, ‘Both men turned and saw the lad standing a little way off, still leaning against a post, and calmly contemplating the sky. “ Do you think he heard us ?” asked David. “ Call him.” “ Say, you, Perkins.” “ Re-too-ri-loo-ri-loo-ri-loo !” sung Tommy, utterly oblivious to the presence of the others. -“ You young scoundrel.” “ Up-te-doodle-day “ Perkins !” “ And when he came to a darned big hill,” sung Tommy. “ Are you deaf?” “ Ri-too, ri-loo-ri-loo.” “He don’t hear you,” said Guy. “He couldn't get up; and stays there still, Ri-too-loora-la !” Giving him up as a bad job, they left him humming his tune with great zeal and went into the house. Soon after they left it together, booted for a long walk, and took their way through the woods tothe north, They had not left the Hall more than five minutes when Tomy Perkins strolled out after them, humming the song upon which he had been engaged when David tried to get his attention. They led him by a tangled path, through bush and brake, until they came to a clearing in the woods upon the very outskirts of the govern- ment grants. The house was inhabited by a family named Meeker, rough men, long used to the ways of the savages, and even preferring their customs to those of civilized life. There — was only one woman in the family, a squaw of the Mohawk Cconnmiclooolks. corn)