had a high "box" in front for the driver.

Harry nimbly climbed upon the box, and took his seat by the side of
John Lane--though that worthy told him he had better crawl under the
cover, where he would find plenty of room to finish his nap on a bale
of goods.

"I thought likely I should have to go up to the cabin and wake you.
Julia told me I must, if you were not on the spot."

"I am glad I have saved you that trouble; but Julia said you would
start at two o'clock."

"Well, I get off by two or three o'clock. I don't carry the mail, so I
ain't so particular. What do you mean to do when you get to Boston?"

"I mean to go to work."

"What at?"

"Anything I can find."

John Lane questioned the little wanderer, and drew from him all the
incidents of his past history. He seemed to feel an interest in the
fortunes of his companion, and gave him much good advice on practical
matters, including an insight into life in the city.

"I suppose Squire Walker would give me fits, if he knew I carried you
off. He was over to Rockville yesterday looking for you."

"He won't find me."

"I hope not, my boy; though I don't know as I should have meddled in
the matter, if Julia hadn't teased me. I couldn't resist her. She is
the best little girl in the world; and you are a lucky fellow to have
such a friend."

"I am; she is an angel;" and when Harry began to think of Julia, he
could not think of anything else, and the conversation was suspended.

It was a long while before either of them spoke again, and then John
advised Harry to crawl into the wagon and lie down on the load.
Notwithstanding his agreeable thoughts, our hero yawned now and then,
and concluded to adopt the suggestion of the driver. He found a very
comfortable bed on the bales, softened by heaps of mattings, which
were to be used in packing the miscellaneous articles of the return
freight.

John Lane took things very easily; and as the horses jogged slowly
along, he relieved the monotony of the journey by singing sundry
old-fashioned psalm tunes, which had not then gone out of use. He was
a good singer; and Harry was so pleased with the music, and so
unaccustomed to the heavy jolt of the wagon, that he could not go to
sleep at once.

"While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,
The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around."

Again and again John's full and sonorous voice rolled out these
famili