nt service to his adopted country. It was toward the end of June, that one afternoon he was riding through the forest in the neighbourhood of the Beaver Dams, near the town of Thorold,-a place whic

ly weariness, yet of mental alertness and anxiety. As she drew near, he recognized a worthy Canadian mat

ed to pass him, furtively trying to conceal her face, "are not you af

as afraid it might be one of the American scouts. 'Home,' did

service to you? Wh

wondering at he

a well man again; and our house was pillaged and burned. But we're wasting time; what reck my

ithout resting," he answered

gh woods and thicket, without a bit or sup,

wondering if her grief had n

his very morning, and I vowed to warn the King's soldiers or die in the attempt. I slipped unseen into th

ed country. Wheeling his horse he exclaimed, "You brave woman, you've nobly done y

said. "But it is best as it is. Neve

minent risk of being bayoneted by the sentry, because he took no notice of his peremptory challenge. Bursting into the guard-room, he called for the officer of the day, Lieutenant Fitzgibbon. A few words conveyed the startling intelligence-the alarm was pro

-saddle, and placed the travel-worn woman thereon. Walking by her side, he held the bridle-rein and carefully guarded the horse over the rugged forest path, the two soldiers falling behind as a rear-guard. As they approached the post at Beaver Dams, the redcoats gave a hearty British cheer. The guard turned out, and presented arms as though she were the Queen; and the gallant Lieutenant

early six hundred men, including fifty cavalry and two field-pieces. He must effect by stratagem what he could not effect by force. Every man who could sound a, bugle, and for whom a bugle could be found, was sent into the woods, and these were posted at considerable distances apart. The Indians and thirty-four red-coats, concealed behind trees

er of the enemy. Colonel Boerstler, the American commander, thinking the British must be strongly supported, to Lieutenant Fitzgibbon's astonishment consented. The latter did not know what to do with his prisoners, who were twice as many as his own force, including the Indians. The opportune arrival of Major de Keren and Captain Villiers, with two hundred men, furnished a sufficient force to guard the prisoners. The chagrin of the latter, on hearing of their deception and capture by a handful of red-coats and red- skins, was intense. The name of the heroic Canadian wife, Mrs. Laura Secord, to whose timely information this brill

ge by Vincent with less than half the number of troops. The British now assumed the offensive, and on the morning of the American national anniversary, the fourth of July, a small force of Canadian m

mportant American post of Black Rock. The enemy were completely taken by surprise, and the block-houses, barracks, dockyar

r stained and faded appearance of his dragoon uniform, rode up to The Holms. He cantered familiarly up the lane and, throwin

p-toe, our dragoon threw his arms around the girl and gave her a hearty kiss, whose report was as lou

u give your brother,"

made amends for the slap, "how you frightened me; you naughty boy. I thought it was one of those

l lock them up safe enough in Fort George, and soon drive them back to their own si

swered Kate, as she set before her brother on the great kitchen table a loaf of homemade bread, a pat of golden

fare," he went on, as the strawberries and cream rapidly disappeared with the bread and butter. "I have a message for

, "I know no one there except Captain Villier

ptain. He says you saved his life twice,-once nursing him when he was sick, and once by keeping those Yankee scouts here, while we got away. We heard all about your adventure. Well, he's gone to help Proctor in Michigan, and might never come back, he said, and he asked me would I give you this, in ca

uess, and they're most the same as Catholics. He said he had a sort of presentiment that he'd get killed in the

ld not," and her voice quivered a little, for her tender woman's heart could not but shudder at the thought of a violent death,-"I will send it to his mother. I wrot

eat. Other militiamen were also available for that service, which was as important as fighting, Colonel Vincent averred, as he gave permission to considerable numbers of his yeoman soldiery to return to their farms, while the others maintai