Famous Words at Great Moments 95 *The Little Fifer. _By Helen M. Winslow_ 102 †Ethan Allen and the Green Mountain Boys. _By Washington Irving_ 111 The Capture of the Hennepin Gun. _By Margaret Emma Ditto_ 117 Paul Revere’s Ride. _By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow_ 132 *Tony’s Birthday and George Washington’s. _By Agnes Repplier_ 138 A Venture in 1777. _By S. Weir Mitchell_ 145 A Tempest in a Big Tea-pot. _By Samuel Adams Drake_ 189 †How the Warning Was Given. _By Mabel Nelson Thurston_ 192 †Susan Tongs. _By Ethel Parton_ 206 *The Little Minute-man. _By H. G. Paine_ 217 *General Gage and the Boston Boys. _By Samuel Adams Drake_ 225 †Washington and the Spy. _By James Fenimore Cooper_ 227 *Three Washington Anecdotes. _Adapted from M. L. Weems_ 236 “When George the Third Was King.” _By Elbridge S. Brooks_ 241 *Their Flag Day. _By Herbert O. McCrillis_ 256 A True Story of the Revolution. _By Everett T. Tomlinson_ 260 †Polly Callendar: Tory. _By Margaret Fenderson_ 270 Neil Davidson in Disguise. _By Mary Tracy Earle_ 279 †John Paul Jones. _By Rupert S. Holland_ 295 CHILDREN’S BOOK OF PATRIOTIC STORIES CHILDREN’S BOOK OF PATRIOTIC STORIES JABEZ ROCKWELL’S POWDER-HORN[A] By RALPH D. PAINE A story of the “Powder-horn rebellion” at Valley Forge, and of how gallant young Jabez Rockwell rallied a retreating regiment at the battle of Monmouth. “Pooh, you are not tall enough to carry a musket. Go with the drums, and tootle on that fife you blew at the Battle of Saratoga. Away with you, little Jabez, crying for a powder-horn, when grown men like me have not a pouch amongst them for a single charge of powder!” A tall, gaunt Vermonter, whose uniform was a woolen bedcover draped to his knees, laughed loudly from the doorway of his log hut as he flung these taunts at the stripling soldier. A little way down the snowy street of these rude cabins a group of ragged comrades was crowding at the heels of a man who hugged a leather apron to his chest with both arms. Jabez Rockwell was in hot haste to join the chase; nevertheless he halted to cry back at his critic: “It’s a lie! I put my fife in my pocket at Saratoga, and I fought with a musket as long and ugly as yourself. And a redcoat shot me through the arm. If the camp butcher has powder-horns to give away, I deserve one more than those raw militia recruits, so wait until you are a veteran of the Connecticut line before you laugh at us old soldiers.”