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Seton, Ernest Thompson, 1860-1946

"Rolf in the Woods"

But, certainly,
I'll give you a month's leave and pay to date."
Champlain is the lake of the two winds; the north wind blows for
six months with a few variations, and the south wind for the
other six months with trifling.
Next morning a bark canoe was seen skimming southward before as
much north wind as it could stand, with Rolf reclining in the
middle, Quonab at the stern, and Skookum in the bow.
In two days they were at Ticonderoga. Here help was easily got at
the portage and on the evening of the third day, Quonab put a
rope on Skookum's neck and they landed at Hendrik's farm.
The hickory logs were blazing bright, and the evening pot was
reeking as they opened the door and found the family gathered for
the meal.
"I didn't know you had a home," the general had said. He should
have been present now to see the wanderer's welcome. If war
breeds such a spirit in the land, it is as much a blessing as a
curse. The air was full of it, and the Van Trumpers, when they
saw their hero hobble in, were melted. Love, pity, pride, and
tenderness were surging in storms through every heart that knew.
"Their brother, their son come back, wounded, but proven and
glorious.


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