CHAPTER II. 
TEEED BY A MOOSE. 
JUST five months after 
the letter of Lieutenant 
Richard Button was read 
aloud in his brother's co- 
sey dining-room, a group 
of people are assembled 
on the platform of the 
Sheldon railroad station. 
There is a tallish, brown- 
bearded gentleman, with 
clear, bright eyes, and an 
exceedingly gentle voice; 
a lady, of refined face and manner, and close beside her 
a young girl ; four boys, one of them freckled and sandy- 
haired ; a negro woman, with a red bandanna handker- 
chief around her black neck ; and a young Newfoundland 
dog, full of quiet surprise at all this commotion. Several 
large trunks and cases are piled upon the platform, await- 
ing transportation. 
Presently the train comes in sight, around a curve, and 
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