There was a great fight on top of that cliff. Wolfe was seen here--there--everywhere! But before the British drove the French back, the young general had fallen--shot three times. “Shall I go for a surgeon?” asked an Englishman. “There’s no need,” Wolfe whispered. “It’s all over with me.” A little later a man shouted, “See how they run!” “Who run?” repeated Wolfe, opening his eyes. “The enemy, sir. They are giving way everywhere!” Wolfe roused up long enough to send a brief order to the next in command, telling him just how to go ahead and capture the fort. Then he lay down wearily, smiling as he closed his eyes. “Now God be praised, I shall die in peace,” he said. The French hero of Quebec also was shot through the body in that last short fight. “How long have I to live?” he asked. “Not more than twelve hours,” said the surgeon in charge. “So much the better,” said the dying Montcalm. “I am happy that I shall not live to see the surrender of Quebec.” DANIEL BOONE, THE GREAT INDIAN FIGHTER OF KENTUCKY Of all the great American hunters, trappers, and Indian fighters, Daniel Boone was the leader. He was born in Pennsylvania, but while still a boy he moved with his parents to North Carolina. Besides learning to do farm work and help his father at the loom and the forge, the [Illustration: DANIEL BOONE, THE GREAT INDIAN FIGHTER OF KENTUCKY. _From the painting by Chappel_] Boone boy found time for trapping, hunting, and learning the arts of a woodsman. Father Boone, though of Quaker descent, encouraged this son to go hunting and to learn the woodcraft of the Indians. When the lad was twelve his heart was delighted by the gift of a light rifle from his sensible father. Of course, Daniel did not have much chance to go to school, but he acquired mathematics enough to fit him for the business of backwoods life and to make him a fair land surveyor. But he never had the gift of spelling. For many years a giant beech-tree was pointed out where he had had a bear-fight; it was a kind of monument to Daniel’s poor spelling. In the bark, high on its trunk, he had cut these crooked letters: “D. Boon cilled a bar on this tree in the year 1760.” Yet, although he did not spell even his own name correctly, Daniel Boone was the best educated of all the pioneers, for he had just the kind of knowledge that his country needed most at that time.