. St. Nicholas [serial] . t around that they were all abolitionists, andso they changed it to Manhattan. Why theydid nt call it New York, and be done withit, is more than I can tell. But it was Boston,and it is Manhattan; and that s all I want toknow about that place. Mr. Bryant was equally sure that he did notwant to have anything to do with a place thathad changed its name through fear of anybodyor anything. Next day there was a general changing ofminds, however. It was Sunday, and the emi- There was a preacher in the camp, a goodman from New England, who preached aboutthe Pilgrims Progress
. St. Nicholas [serial] . t around that they were all abolitionists, andso they changed it to Manhattan. Why theydid nt call it New York, and be done withit, is more than I can tell. But it was Boston,and it is Manhattan; and that s all I want toknow about that place. Mr. Bryant was equally sure that he did notwant to have anything to do with a place thathad changed its name through fear of anybodyor anything. Next day there was a general changing ofminds, however. It was Sunday, and the emi- There was a preacher in the camp, a goodman from New England, who preached aboutthe Pilgrims Progress through the world, andthe trials he meets by the way. Oscar pulledhis fathers sleeve, and asked why he did notask the preacher to give out The Kansas Emi-grants Song as a hymn. Mr. Bryant smiled,and whispered that it was hardly likely that thelines would be considered just the thing for areligious service. But after the preaching wasover, and the little company was breaking up,he told the preacher what Oscar had said. The. grants, a God-fearing and reverent lot of people,did not move out of camp. Others had come induring the night, for this was a famous camping-place, well known throughout all the were wood, water, and grass, the threerequisites for campers, as they had already country was undulating, interlaced withcreeks; and groves of black-jack, oak, and Cot-tonwood were here and there broken by openglades that would be smiling fields some day,but were now wild native grasses. ministers eyes sparkled, and he replied, What ?Have you that beautiful hymn ? Let us haveit now and here. Nothing could be better forthis day and this time. Oscar, blushing with excitement and nativemodesty, was put up high on the stump of atree, and, violin in hand, raised the tune. Itwas grand old Dundee. Almost everybodyseemed to know the words of Whittiers poem,and beneath the blue Kansas sky, amid thegroves of Kansas trees, the sturdy, hardy men 13° THE BOY SETTLERS. and th
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