inished tying his horse, and came along to where
the children were standing, and, hearing their conversation, and finding
that Lucy and Rollo were perplexed about a name, he told them he thought
they might, not improperly, call him Noah, as, like Noah, by floating in
a sort of ark, he was saved from a flood.

"I think he was more like Moses than Noah," said Lucy.

"Why?" said her father.

"Because Moses was a little thing when they found him, and then the ark
of bulrushes was something like a birdsnest. I think you had better name
him Moses, Rollo," said she.

Rollo seemed a little at a loss: he said he thought he was a good deal
like Moses, but then he did not think that Moses was a very pretty name
for a bird.

"Do you think it is, mother?" said he.

"I do not know but that it would do very well. You might alter it a
little; call him Mosette, if you think that would be any better for a
bird's name."

Rollo and Lucy repeated the name Mosette to themselves several times,
and concluded that they should like it very much. By this time, the
horses were all ready, and Jonas recommended that they should hide
Mosette away somewhere, until they returned from the mountain, for it
would be troublesome to them, and somewhat dangerous to the bird, to
carry him up and down.

The children approved of this plan, though they were rather unwilling to
part with the bird, at all. They went just into the bushes, and found a
very secret place, by the corner of a large rock, where the shrubs and
wild flowers grew thick, so that it would be entirely out of sight.

GOING UP.

They then set forward, the children in advance of the rest. Jonas walked
with Rollo and Lucy, and he had round his waist a broad leather belt,
which he always wore on such occasions, and which had, on one side, his
hatchet and knife, and on the other a sort of bag or pocket, containing
several things, such as matches, a little dipper, &c.

Rollo's father and mother, and his uncle George, walked along behind
them. The way was, for some distance, a sort of cart-path, too steep and
rough for a chaise, but hard and dry, and pretty comfortable walking.
Rollo and Lucy asked Jonas if he would not tell them a story, as they
went along, to beguile the way.

Jonas began a story, about a boy that lived a long time on a mountain
alone, but he had not proceeded far, before they heard a voice behind,
calling them. They looked buck, and saw that Rollo's father was
b