War. But the king's soldiers did not find the gunpowder. They were
glad enough to march back without it. All along the road the farmers
were waiting for them. It seemed as if every man in the country was
after them. And they did not feel themselves safe until they were once
more in Boston.




THE BOY AND THE WOLF



In France there once lived a famous man who was known as the Marquis
de Lafayette. [Footnote: Mar'quis de La fa yette'.] When he was a
little boy his mother called him Gilbert.

Gilbert de Lafayette's father and grandfather and great-grandfather
had all been brave and noble men. He was very proud to think of this,
and he wished that he might grow up to be like them.

His home was in the country not far from a great forest. Often, when
he was a little lad, he took long walks among the trees with his
mother.

"Mother," he would say, "do not be afraid. I am with you, and I will
not let anything hurt you."

One day word came that a savage wolf had been seen in the forest. Men
said that it was a very large wolf and that it had killed some of the