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CHAPTER XIV. 



MORGAN MAKES A TRIP TO BOSTON. 



For several days Morg-an showed his regret at the 

 fate of the beaver by neither romping nor playing. 

 When David and himself were on their way from place 

 to place and resting at noon, he cropped grass in a very 

 staid and dignified manner, whilst David sat in the shade 

 and ate his luncheon of light wheaten cakes and cheese, 

 the two things for which Mistress Hannah was famous. 



On these trips they sometimes met the Boston-Canada 

 stage coaches, carrying the mail, and they wcaild stand 

 one side and watch the horses running at full speed over 

 the rough roads ; the horn winding a lusty warning to 

 private coach, curricle or rider, that might be approach- 

 ing from the other direction round a sharp bend in the 

 way. 



Again they would pass lazy oxen, drawing their sleds 

 slowly to market, or coming home from mill, their loads 

 creaking behind them as they swayed awkwardly from 

 side to side, responding reluctantly to the goad-sticks in 

 their drivers' hands. 



These pioneer teams drew the products of the out- 

 lying farms — maple sugar, and potash and "black salts" 

 — (gathered by thrifty farmers from the ashes of winter 

 fires or logging heaps) — to the towns. 



The forests of Vermont at first were gloomy and al- 

 most impenetrable, tending, some claimed, to make the, 

 people grave and serious, but already the lumber indus- 

 try had begun the destruction of the beautiful woods of 



