said, interrupting himself suddenly.

The black-bird was singing the melody: "Rejoice in your life." Roland
and the Huntsman looked at each other, and Roland smiled.

"Just so!" cried the Huntsman. "Learn that by heart, too. Rejoice In
your life, all else is silly stuff. The bird is sensible. You've done
your part well." He nodded to the black-bird, which was regarding the
man and the boy with a wise look, as if it knew what it had done, and
was sure of applause; and turning to Roland, he continued merrily;--

"So--just so!--just so! Hold up your head, and if you need any one,
call on me. You got me out of prison; that I'll never forget. Now come
and be merry, as your dogs are."

He took out a loaf of bread, which Roland was to give to the dogs to
eat; but Roland ate first with great zest.

"Hurrah! victory!" shouted Claus, "you're hungry. The battle's won! Now
let the water run down the Rhine, there's another day to-morrow."

Eric had had a presentiment that Roland would be at the field-guard's;
he went after him, and was rejoiced to find him calm once more. They
went home together, and Roland said:--

"Over there at the Huntsman's it came into my head all at once: What
would Benjamin Franklin say to me now? Do you know, Eric, what he would
say?"

"Not entirely, but I think he would say that a man who does nothing but
grieve stands on a level with the brute, which in a mishap cannot help
itself. The power of man has its beginning in this, that he can grasp,
comprehend, and direct his misfortune in such a way as to make
something out of it for his own good. If you suffer yourself to fall
asleep in affliction, you are responsible for your own injury. Rouse
yourself. As long as there is anything which you can esteem in
yourself, you have aright to the esteem of others."

"Thanks," exclaimed Roland. "For my part, I have been thinking what
Benjamin Franklin would say. I saw him before me with his genial
countenance, his long snow-white hair, and he said:--Mark you, the
worst thing is not what shames us in the eyes of the world, but to
allow the shame so to pervert your mind that you look upon all men as
base."

What he had listened to on the way he had shaped into a strong pillar
of thought for himself.

Eric could not tell how it gladdened his heart to feel that he had
fashioned this youth for such things; he wanted to cry out to him, You
are a man; but he repressed it. It would not do to say it aloud. With a