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    "title": "Records relating to Polar Exploration",
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    "ocrText": "18\nTHE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE.\nTHE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE.\n19\nagain. Ah! Now he knows what it\nTHE CAPTURE OF QUEBEC, SEPTEMBER\nMONTCALM was also mortally\nAN UNEXPECTED GIFT.\nis. It is the early train to the city. His\n18, I759.\nwounded, and when told he had but a\npeaceful reverie is over. The world\nJAMES WOLFE, the hero of Quebec,\nfew hours to live, said, \"Thank God,\nI\nIT was the night before Christmas\nawakes at the sound of that whistle.\nwas born in Westerham, Kent, on Jan-\nshall not live to see Quebec surren-\nand all was quiet save a little\nThe dogs begin to bark, people and\nuary 2, 1727, and was the son of Lieu-\ndered.\" In a few days Quebec passed\nscratchy noise at the back door of\nwagons are seen on the street, but worst\ntenant-General EDWARD WOLFE.\nfrom French into English hands, Sep-\nthe house. All the Christmas pres-\nof all the beautiful Paradise which was\nHe was a brave, young officer, and\ntember 18, 1759.\nents were laid out on the big parlor\na minute ago is past.\nwas chosen by Prime Minister PITT to\ntable, where they were awaiting the\nThe trees and flowers turn into their\nJAMES C. STAFFORD,\ntake command of an expedition against\nmorn, when they should surprise the\nold selves and as one gazes out of the\nQuebec, the most important place in\nThen of Quinta.\nchildren.\nwindow it is the same old world again.\npossession of the French.\nTom and Harry occupied the big\nHENRY P. VAN DUSEN,\nWith an army of ten thousand men\nDANIEL BOONE.\nthird story front room. Suddenly Tom\nThen of Quinta.\nhe set out to capture this important\nawoke. He thought he heard a noise,\nIN Bucks County, Pa., on the\nHOW THE VIOLETS TURNED PURPLE AND\ncity, which was situated on steep and\nbut he wasn't sure. He lay quiet for a\neleventh of February, 1735, was born\nlofty cliffs overlooking the St. Law-\nfew minutes and heard the noise re-\nWHITE.\nan American pioneer whose name re-\nrence, and protected by a strong fort-\npeated. It gave him a thrill of fear.\nminds one of the western life.\nFOR a long time there had dwelt in\nress, the key to Canada.\nTom located the noise at the back of the\nWood Glen and Spring Meadow many\nWhen he was eighteen his father\nWOLFE and his army tried for three\nhouse. Then he said to himself over\nmoved to North Carolina and settled\nhappy families of fairies and elves.\nmonths to find a weak spot where they\nand over again, \"What can it be?\"\non the banks of the Yadkin River.\nFairies, liking the open and the sun best,\nmight make an attack, but were unable\nThen suddenly, \"I wonder if it is a\nlived on the edges of Spring Meadow,\nDANIEL married in the year I755 and\nto find one.\nremained a farmer, until his love for\nburglar\nwhere a delightfully cool and babbling\nLater WOLFE'S keen eyes spied a\nHe jumped up and awoke his brother\nlittle brook passed from the dark woods\nnature tempted him to go on an ex-\npathway up the rugged side of the cliffs\nHarry. Then they both tiptoed their\ninto the free open meadow. The elves,\nploring expedition, six years later.\nalong the river bank some distance\nway to the back of the house and\nliking the dark woods better, had their\nThree years after this he joined an-\nabove the city; SO one dark night\nopened the window. They looked out\nhome on the edges of the same stream\nother party of hunters and explored\nWOLFE'S army floated quietly down the\nand were frightened to see black ob-\non a soft moss bank, where it was\nalong the Cumberland River, until he\nriver in boats and landed at the foot\nject creeping toward the house.\nlovely to rest in the hot summer days.\ngrew tired of North Carolina life and\nof the rocky heights. They pulled\nSuddenly Harry exclaimed, \"It's now\nThese little folk loved each other,\nmoved with his family to Kentucky.\nthemselves and their cannon up the\nat\nthe door!' Harry's surmise was\nand in the fall you could see them\nBOONE had already explored Kentucky\ncorrect. Just then the moon came out\nsteep ascent, and, reaching the top,\nsculling up or down the stream in their\nand had had experiences with the In-\nfrom under a cloud and revealed to\noverpowered the guard who was too\nleaf canoes to call on their friends. But\ndians there. He was accompanied by\nmuch astonished to resist.\nthem a big, black dog.\nother families, and they, being attacked\none day an old fairy who had been re-\nIn the morning WOLFE'S men were\n\"He looks like our Tige, doesn't he,\nproached for her wickedness started a\nby their enemies, were forced to re-\ndrawn up in line of battle on the Plains\nHarry?\" remarked Tom.\nquarrel by saying, \"We fairies have\ntreat a little way, with six of their party\nof Abraham, less than a mile from\nTige was their dog which had run\nmuch the better and nicer home, be-\nslain, including BOONE'S eldest son,\nQuebec.\naway some two months before. They\ncause we have the lovely sun and fresh\nJAMES. BOONE led surveying parties\nMONTCALM was SO astonished at\nhad thought he must be dead, but\nair and grass, and we have the shade,\ninto Kentucky, while he left his family\nwhat the English had done, that he\ngoing to the door, they found that\non the Clinch River. He realized that\ntoo, for are not our homes on the edge\nit was indeed their long-lost Tige.\nwould not wait for an attack, but led\nof the forest?''\na fort was needed and he built one on\nhis army out on the open plain, where\nHe jumped up and lapped their faces\nThen there arose a friendly argu-\nthe fork of the Hosten and Kentucky\na terrible battle took place; the French\nwith joy. Tom and Harry were\nRivers and called it Boonesburgh. He\nment which soon grew into a dispute\noverwhelmed with gladness. and too\ncould not stand the fire of the English.\nand they began to grow purple and\nmoved his family here and began ex-\nWOLFE was twice pierced with bul-\nhappy to sleep much for the rest of\nwhite with rage. The sun looking down\nploring.\nlets, but refused to give up until he\nthe night. To Tom's and Harry's\nHe died on the sixth of September,\nsaw instead of peace and quiet, anger\nwas mortally wounded. It was hard\nminds, Tige was the best present they\nand hatred. He said nothing, but next\n1822. His remains are buried in a\nfor him to die as long as the issue was\nreceived.\nmorning the banks of the stream were\ncemetery at Frankford.\nin doubt, but in his last moments he\nROBERT L. HUNTER.\ncovered with purple and white violets.\nheard the shout of victory, and said,\nJ. FRED HARNED,\nMAURICE J. HOOVER,\n\"Now, God be praised, I shall die in\nThen of Quarta.\nThen of Quarta.\nThen of Quinta.\npeace.\""
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