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thoroughly. Right will prevail — and we are right, 

 aren't we, Morgan?" 



Having finished his somewhat whimsical remarks, he 

 wheeled his horse once more, and galloped toward Rocky 

 Point where he stopped long — taking further observa- 

 tions of lake and country, turning in his saddle and gaz- 

 ing with thoughtful brow in every direction, scanning 

 the horizon line, the lake, the streams, the roads. 



Before the day was done they had skirted the rugged 

 coast and crossed the sand-bar to La Grande Isle. So 

 great was the number of salmon in those days that, as 

 Morgan waded knee-deep in the water among them, they 

 splashed away from his feet, as if in play. 



Squirrels ran over the ground on the island and chat- 

 tered down at them from the boughs. Clear and deep 

 the blue lake lay, the woods coming to the very edge 

 where poplars trembled in the clear light and tall, 

 straight white-pines towered like sentinels. 



From Island Point they could see Plattsburg Harbor, 

 and here Captain Dulaney again sat for a long time 

 buried in thought, looking across the wild, dark forest 

 and lake. 



At dusk they bent their faces homeward, both horse 

 and rider absorbed in his own meditations until they 

 reached College Hill. 



Early next morning Samuel Stone came to bid the 

 Morgan good-bye, telling him he had been bought by 

 Captain Dulaney, and that he ' 'was a very lucky horse !" 

 Morgan knew this far better than Stone — wasn't Mis- 

 tress Dulaney coming, and would he not have the happi- 

 ness of cantering under her^ saddle once more? 



But she did not come at once. During the fall and 

 winter of 1812 and 1813, the United States troops ar- 

 rived and were settled in the College buildings, now 

 called United States Barracks for the winter. 



