. Wit bought, or, A New York boy's adventures when the empire state was young . FOX-TRAP AND MRS. HUNTING EXCURSION. THE little town of Salem was situated atthe foot of a mountain, consisting of wildand broken ridges, forming the boundarybetween the states of New York and Con-necticut. Being now almost entirely atliberty, I spent a great part of my time inrambling over the mountains. In these ex-cursions, Bill Keeler was my frequent com-panion. My uncle, disposed to humour mein everything, allowed me to dispose of mytime as I chose. Bill was, in general, very was ingeni
. Wit bought, or, A New York boy's adventures when the empire state was young . FOX-TRAP AND MRS. HUNTING EXCURSION. THE little town of Salem was situated atthe foot of a mountain, consisting of wildand broken ridges, forming the boundarybetween the states of New York and Con-necticut. Being now almost entirely atliberty, I spent a great part of my time inrambling over the mountains. In these ex-cursions, Bill Keeler was my frequent com-panion. My uncle, disposed to humour mein everything, allowed me to dispose of mytime as I chose. Bill was, in general, very was ingenious in making whistles, andsetting snares and traps for quails, partridges,and rabbits. He was also an expert fisher-man, and had a knack of putting the hookand line into the water in such an insinuatingmanner, that he always caught more and 10 WIT BOUGHT. larger fish than any one else. He was adexterous swimmer, formed the best flyingkites in the village, and made bows andarrows to perfection. All these various accomplishments ren-dered Bill Keeler a delightful companion to. me, who, having been brought up in thecity, had but little acquaintance with thesearts. But although Bill was thus clever, he wasso restless and enterprising, as always to bein some scrape or other. One day, he had THE FOX-TRAP. 11 seen the burrow of a woodchuck, which is akind of American marmot, in a field behindthe house of Mrs. St. John. So he took alarge fox-trap, and sunk it to the level of theground, in the very path where the wood-chuck was accustomed to go. He thensprinkled it over with earth, so as to make itappear as if no trap were there. Next morn-
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