The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1889-04-23

stout arms of the recruits gave. with th~
occasional good luck of heavy rains swell
ing the current of the river. the boat
made as fast progress as any one ought To
have expected. Master Harry Curwen.
who was eager to show the woman he
loved that he had found a place in the
world and was respected by other people.
thought that the boat did not 20 fast
enough And particularly, when, by the
vagarieS of the current, he found himself
sailing directly east when his heart was
rushing west, he quarrelled with fortune
as young men viii. But, what with an
occasional extra glass of grog, which he
took the responsibility of serving out to
the crew, and what with making the days
as long as he and the sergeant dared, the
ooat made the shortest trip, as it proved
winch had yet been made, and arrived
safely at Fort Harmar. When the last
day came, the young man dressed himself
IN his uniform as an officer of the Massa-
chusettes militia, assumed such military
aspect as he could, and reported to GEN
eral Harmar.
To say the truth, he was a little disap-
pointed when became to see the fort. He
had seen Fort Pitt as he passed it, but
had supposed that that was an exception
to what he saw to find westward. The
word Fort gave him associations of what
he had read of Marlborough's campaigns,
and of Frederick, and he was a little dis
appointed when he found that the de-
lenses most to be relied upon were the
stout wooden posts, which were erected
lust like a pale-face" as he wrote home
to one of his Salem friends, only with
the pales ten feet high, and the logs of
which they were made a foot or two in
diameter. Within, however, was a
parade, properly enough arranged, and, as
it happened, a company Of men were at
dress-parade when the boat arrived. They
were also duly challenged by the SEN
tinels, and other military forms were gone
through, as if they had been an invading
army, and the garrison, a garrison of some
thousands Of men. The boy liked Harmar,
who was quick and to the point, received
him as a gentleman, and at once put him
IN the care of an officer who found him a
room in one of the barracks, and did his
best to make him feel at home. With
the military business which passed be-
tween the lad and the old soldier, we need
not now interfere. The matter most on
his heart is most on ours. And we may
say at once, that so soon as in decency he
could, he asked for a boat, and was car
ried a little way up the Mukingum River,
to the landing on the opposite shore of
the colony which already had been named
Marietta.
The streets of the little village had been
laid out by the surveyors, and there was
every aspect of quite a considerable be-
O1nniro~ 0r tho nooA%ar ~Yhioh fhau bod ~
hand-a beginning, but everywhere a be-
roads were not finished, the fences were
He had the Campus Martins, pointed
old Yankee who led him up from the
fairly on the first street-First street it
General Putnam, who was directing the
whole as an old baron might direct his
v~assals.
General Putnam knew the lad; they
had met more than once at the May meet
ings of the Essex militia and at fall
parades, and he was delighted to give his
hand to the son of an old companion in
arms.
OuO WACu, do JUL do AO IAOuSut IL
would do, Curwen preached the subject
next his heart, he had the most unsatis-
factory answer. The Titcombs had not
come, General Putnam did not ever know
that they were coming. He had to
switch off into a long side inquiry as to
what Titcombs they could possibly be, or
was the young man sure that they were
not Whitcombs =? There were some New
bury people in the colony, but they were
out with the surveyors on that particular
morning. General Putnam could not
think who there was who would know
anything about the Whitcombs, as he in
sisted upon calling the party from the
very first. In short, Harry Curwen had
rushed his boat with unwonted speed,
had finished his business in half an hour,
instead of giving to it a day or two, had
dressed himself in his best and come over
at once to visit Sarah Paris, and it was
as if he had come out in a dream on the
top of a mountain when he had expected
to be in the cabin of a yacht; there was
no Sarah Paris here, there were no Tit
combs here, nobody knew that they were
coming, and nobody believed that they
would come.
THA PTER W.T.