XII.--THE FRENCH CAMP

XIII.--EVE OF BATTLE

XIV.--TICONDEROGA




THE LORDS OF THE WILD

A STORY OF THE OLD NEW YORK BORDER




CHAPTER I

THE BLUE BIRD


The tall youth, turning to the right, went down a gentle slope until
he came to a little stream, where he knelt and drank. Despite his
weariness, his thirst and his danger he noticed the silvery color of
the water, and its soft sighing sound, as it flowed over its pebbly
bed, made a pleasant murmur in his ear. Robert Lennox always had an
eye for the beautiful, and the flashing brook, in its setting of deep,
intense forest green, soothed his senses, speaking to him of comfort
and hope.