Page 28 - A Hero of Ticonderoga

your mother’s cookin’, but it’s better’n nothin’," Job said, as between
mouthfuls he counted out a dozen bullets from a pouch and put them in his

pocket. Then he held up his powder horn toward the light after giving it a
shake, and, being satisfied of its contents, slung it over his shoulder. Their

hunger being satisfied, he took the long smooth-bore from its hooks,
examined the flint, and, nodding to Nathan to follow, went down to his
canoe, that lay bottom up on the bank.

"It’s quicker goin’ by water’n by land," said Job, as he set the canoe afloat

and stepped into it, while Nathan took his place forward. Impelled by the
two paddles, the light craft went swiftly gliding down the creek, and then
northward, skirting the wooded shore of the lake.