1812 had
brought on us. He did this in a ver-y short time; and now our trade grew
so great that rail-roads were built; and so our first rail-road was made
while Mad-i-son was Pres-i-dent.

[Illustration: FIRST RAILROAD TRAIN.]

There was a fierce war with the In-di-ans in Flor-i-da at this time; but
Gen-er-al Jack-son was sent down there and he forced them to lay down
their arms and keep the peace.

Just at this time, too, we got Flor-i-da from the King of Spain, and
gave up Tex-as, af-ter pay-ing a big sum of mon-ey to the A-mer-i-cans,
who had been robbed by Spain.

Mis-sou-ri came in-to the Un-ion while Mon-roe was Pres-i-dent, and
there was a fierce storm of words; the North said she should not hold
slaves after she was a State, the South said that she should.

At last Con-gress gave way to the South-ern States; but made a law that
there should be a line drawn through the land, north of which no State
should hold slaves.

In 1825 Mon-roe was free to go to his home at Oak Hill, Vir-gin-i-a,
and here he lived un-til 1830. His wife died in that year, and then he
went to live with his daugh-ter in New York. He died here on the 4th of
Ju-ly, 1831, and his name is one that the whole land loves and hon-ors.

He was bur-ied in New York, but on the one hun-dredth an-ni-ver-sa-ry
of his birth, his bod-y was tak-en to Rich-mond, Vir-gin-i-a, and a
hand-some stone raised o-ver his grave.

[Illustration: JAMES MONROE.]

[Illustration: JOHN QUINCY ADAMS.]

JOHN QUIN-CY AD-AMS.

The lit-tle boy who be-came our sixth Pres-i-dent led a life not at all
like that of an-y oth-er of the boys of whom you have read. His fa-ther
was John Ad-ams, our sec-ond Pres-i-dent, and when, on Ju-ly 11th, 1767,
lit-tle John Quin-cy Ad-ams was born in the old home at Brain-tree,
Mass., his great fa-ther was al-read-y speak-ing brave-ly for his
coun-try's rights in the cit-y of Bos-ton. In 1772 the fam-i-ly moved
to Bos-ton, and lit-tle John, for two years, saw, as the oth-er boys
did, the Brit-ish sol-diers in their bright red coats on pa-rade in the
Bos-ton streets, and heard on all sides talk of war with Eng-land. He
saw a lit-tle of real war, too; for when he was eight years old, his
moth-er took him on top of a high hill, called Be-mis Hill, from which
he saw the smoke and heard the roar of can-non in that aw-ful bat-tle of
Bunk-er Hill. When, in 1776, the Brit-ish left Bos-ton, this lit-tle lad
of nine years used to oft-en