Clinton

Description of Brookdale—The house where Clinton lived—Specimens of his ingenuity—His habit of finding out how to do things—Annie—Clinton’s mother—Keeping ducks—Clinton’s poultr...

Digging a duck-pond—Bantering—A talk about work—Going to the pond—Clinton’s hesitation—Afraid of being laughed at—Ridicule—He yields—Bathing—A merry time—Unpleasant thoughts—A s...

The little ducks—Their house and pond—Their first ducking—An exciting scene—The beautiful and the ridiculous—Winter wheat—Hard work—A welcome proposal—The Cross-Roads—Clinton’s...

The icicle—How evil habits are formed—Stealing pears—Discovery and flight—A call from Mr. Upham—A serious matter—A talk about punishment—The culprits discovered—The flogging of...

The Justice of the Peace—Oscar’s arraignment—His feelings—The Squire’s advice—Reading of the complaint—Oscar’s plea—The witnesses—Mr. Preston’s opinion of the evidence—Decision...

Mr. Preston’s absence—Jerry’s conduct—The rabbits—Disobedience—Its results—Fate of the rabbits—Lonesomeness of Jerry—His secret intimacy with Clinton—A dull scholar—Playing trua...

How to conquer a hard lesson—Can and can’t—An important lesson—Clinton’s great mistake—His miserable position—The social party—Master Eaton and Mrs. Preston—Inquiries about Jerr...

A peep at Clinton’s home—A talk about him—His return from school—Sober looks—Whittling—Story of a whittler—Clinton unburdens his mind—Parental admonitions—A father’s prayer—Clin...

A visit from Mrs. Preston—Jerry’s theft and departure—His mother’s grief—Mr. Davenport’s advice—He starts in pursuit—His return—Feelings towards Jerry—Temptation not to be court...

A long walk—The tavern—The bar-room—Jerry questioned—A good supper—Sleep—An early call—The stage ride—Waterville—The depot—A long ride by railroad—Thoughts of home—Portland—Trav...

A fine prospect—What next?—Oscar at sea—Breakfast—The waiters—Crowded streets—Novel sights—An omnibus incident—Shipping—The ferry-boat—People Jerry met—The wharf—No boys wanted—...

Going down the harbor—The ocean—Jerry’s first lesson in nautical duties—Four-footed passengers—Seasickness—Repentings—Bob’s trick—Jerry’s tormentors—Going to bed—The forecastle—...

Jerry missed at home—What Mary thought had become of him—A letter—Disappointment—Clinton’s visits—The snow-image—A painful contrast—Mary’s sickness—The doctor—Strange talk—Delir...

March—Clinton’s good conduct—An excursion proposed—Preparations—The outfit—An early start—Their destination—The forests—Plenty of wood—Its scarcity in Europe—Great stumps—A vari...

Uncle Tim’s premises—His log house and barn—Dinner—Uncle Tim’s account of his settlement in the woods—A table turned into an arm-chair—Splints—Holes in the floor—The river—A sag...

The journey resumed—Dreary scenes—Camping in the woods—Welcome sounds—The loggers’ quarters—Mr. Jones—Situation of the camp—Description of the cabins—Their interior—Return of th...

Starting for home—A logger’s life—Mr. Davenport’s opinion of it—Hard work and small pay—Mr. Jones’s history—The two boys—Contrast between their early habits—Henry Jones’s fatal...

Early spring—A dull season for boys—Clinton in the shop—He makes a settle—The motto—Winter over—Work on the farm—Taking care of the garden—A bargain—Contest with weeds and bugs—...

Letter from Clinton’s uncle—Willie’s disappointment—An interesting case—Oscar’s career, after his release from jail—Joins a band of juvenile thieves—His arrest—Imprisonment—Deni...

Most people on entering the little village of Brookdale for the first time, are struck with the beauty of its location. Those who were born there, and who have always lived in s...

After Clinton had finished his duck-house, he noticed that the water was getting quite low in the brook. It was the month of August, and the season had been very hot and dry, so...

Clinton’s brood of ducks at length made their appearance, just one month after he had put the eggs to the hen. There were eight of them, four of the eggs having produced nothing...

for his extra care, by better and larger crops than those could show who were less particular about their work. Mr. Davenport was especially anxious to have the ground well prep...

An icicle is hanging over the window by which I write. A day or two ago, it was hardly perceptible, but it has gone on, increasing in size, until now it is as large round as my...

Squire Walcott, like most of the inhabitants of Brookdale, was a farmer. He was somewhat advanced in years, and his son-in-law lived in the same house with him, and assisted in...

Soon after Oscar left Brookdale, Jerry’s father, who was interested in the logging business, started for the head-waters of the Penobscot river, to be absent several months. Lar...

My young friend, did you ever master a hard lesson, after a great effort? And do you remember how you felt, after the achievement? Perhaps it was a difficult sum; and when you b...

“After six o’clock, and Clinton has not made his appearance yet,” said Mrs. Davenport, who had the smoking tea and toasted bread upon the table, in readiness for the evening mea...

Early on the Monday morning after the events related in the preceding chapter, Mrs. Preston was seen approaching the house of Mr. Davenport. She was evidently much excited and t...

Jerry had planned his flight with considerable care and skill, for a boy of his age; and before the time came for him to take the first step, he had laid out the course he inten...

The sun, streaming in from the window, awoke Jerry from his slumbers, after his first night in Boston. On getting up he found that his room was higher than the surrounding build...

For the first few hours at sea, Jerry was little better than a piece of lumber, in everybody’s way. Nobody told him what to do, and, indeed, he was pretty diligently employed in...

Jerry was missed at home;—to be sure, his departure was not felt so sensibly as it would have been, had he acted the part of a dutiful son and an affectionate brother. Still, al...

March had come—the month which is usually considered the beginning of spring, though in the part of the country where Clinton resided it seemed more like the last month of winte...

Uncle Tim was very glad to see Mr. Davenport and Clinton, as he always was to see travellers. He called Bill, one of his boys, to go and put up the horse, while he led the stran...

The sun rose clear, the next morning, and after an early and bountiful breakfast, Mr. Davenport and Clinton bid good-bye to Uncle Tim and his family, and resumed their journey....

Early the next morning, Mr. Davenport and Clinton decided to start for home, as there were indications of an approaching change in the weather, which might render the roads very...

The days were now perceptibly longer, and the sun had begun to make quite an impression on the huge snow-banks in which Brookdale had been nearly buried up all winter. “Bare gro...

“Mother, I’ve got lots of news,” said Clinton, as he entered the house; “Mrs. Preston’s had a letter from Jerry, and I’ve got one from Uncle Clinton. Jerry’s gone to sea, and wr...