Fifteen years later an old Indian, who was in the fight on the French side, told him that he had fired at him many times, and ordered his young warriors to do so. None of the shots hit, and the Indians, thinking the young officer was under the special care of the Great Spirit, ceased to fire at him.
After this battle, Colonel Washington was kept in bed for four long months with a fever, which was made worse by his exposure on the battle-field. He had little more hard fighting to do, but he learned many a good lesson from the war—especially to rely on himself, and to study his own way out of any troubles that he met. His fame went, too, to the other colonies, and the young Colonel of Militia was becoming known as a man on whose courage and faithfulness and sound good sense it would do for his country to lean in time of trial.
[to be continued.]
PUCK AND BLOSSOM.
From the German of Marie Von Olfers.
PART I.
Once upon a time Puck and his little sister Blossom lived together in a great big egg.
"It's too close in here," said Puck: "let's go and see how it looks outside." Bang! went his head, right through the wall.
