But confound this whole day, but we'd all of us say We'd rather have spent it this way than to home."

The hunt had begun with the dawn of the sun,
And night saw the wolf driven back to his den.
And never since then, in the memory of men,

Has the old Bay State seen such a hunting again.

II.

BUNKER HILL.

Ir all this be not enough of wars and ru mors of wars, there is a nice little afternoon expedition which the young people can take by themselves while Papa and Mamma are writing their letters or taking their naps.

It is the journey by land to Fort Independence, which is on an island-Castle Island.

As long ago as 1631, when Governor Winthrop brought the first colonists to Boston, he saw that he should defend the harbor best by a fort on what was called Castle Island. All the towns in the little State were taxed to build the "Castle," and it was finished well enough to have cannon on it in 1634. Between that time and this, six forts have been built there and opposite it. There will be time for this another day. But now the boys

will wonder that they have not been to Bunker Hill. Of course they saw the monument very early in the business. Did not Paul repeat

"Let it rise till it meet the sun in his coming! Let the earliest rays of morning gild it, and let the parting day linger and play upon its summit!”

But all of the youngsters will want to trudge up to the top and count the steps. I think mamma will prefer to attend the meeting of the "Granddaughters of Queen Anne's Counselors," and that papa will have a business engagement with Sewall and Saltonstall about some wheat he has off Tierra del Fuego.

Very well! Off with you, and even if you have English tongues, still you need not ask anybody where to go. Just show yourselves on Tremont or Washington Streets,. and look at the electrics northward bound till you see one marked

"BUNKER HILL!"

Somebody complains because he does not like to find Tintagel in Bradshaw's Guide. I

may say, in passing, that it is not there, for I have looked for it. But I never complain when I see BUNKER HILL on a car, even if I have no business there, as General Howe and Major Pitcairn had. It does one good to be taken back a hundred and twenty-three years or thereabouts.

Enter the car bravely, and affect to know the whole way. Let us hope you all know that the sun is in the south at noon and in the west in the afternoon, so that you shall not travel southward to Roxbury. You shall go to see General Ward's forts there another day.

Where you cross this bridge there was a ferry the day the battle was fought-yes, and for one hundred and forty-five years before. It was there, Jane, that your grandmother's grandfather and his wife came over with Winthrop in 1630. They all came first to Charlestown, where we are going now. And there your great-great-grandfather began a little hut, something like Nansen's, on the side of the hill. But they sickened there; they had no good water. And one day a man named

William Blaxton came over from the Shawmut, where you are making your visit, now called Boston. And he told them that over there he had good water, and so your ancestor, and perhaps twenty-five more like him, with their wives and babies, went over. And this made the beginning of a ferry way which lasted till this very bridge was built-oh, fifteen years or so after the battle.

It was across here that Paul Revere came in his little boat before the battle of Lexington, as you have read in Mr. Longfellow's ballad of Paul Revere's Ride.

On through the "Square," which, like most Boston squares, has more than four corners, and here the motorman says, "Far'z we go," and we see that we can walk right up the hill to the monument.

It is not very far, Paul, from the slope where Major Abercrombie led up his redcoats, and heard some one from the other side of the breastwork cry out:

"Are the Americans cowards, Major Abercrombie?"