"Up in town looking for a drum," Skinny replied, flushing. "Will, I 'pologize for callin' you a 'fraid-cat."
The next day there was again no powder in the village; but Judge Black made a speech which began, "On this glorious occasion."
"I wish we had some fireworks for to-night," said Hosmer, after the old veteran had concluded.
"Never mind that, boys," said Grandfather Tevis, who had overheard. "You boys had your Fourth yesterday."
SNOW-SHOES AND SLEDGES.[1]
BY KIRK MUNROE.
CHAPTER XXXV.
HOW JALAP COOMBS MADE PORT.
The things on which we are apt to set the highest value in this world are those that we have lost, and even our friends are, as a rule, most highly appreciated after they have been taken from us. Thus, in the present instance, Phil and Serge had so sincerely mourned the loss of their quaint but loyal comrade, that his restoration to them alive and well, "hearty and hungry," as he himself expressed it, filled them with unbounded joy. They hung about him, and lovingly brushed the snow from his fur clothing, and plied him with many questions.