Here let me add a few words and then bring to a close this story of “Trail and Trading Post,” and likewise this “Colonial Series.” During the ensuing summer matters fared very well both at the Morris homestead and at the trading post. The twins grew up healthy and strong, and looked upon Sam Barringford as their uncle, which pleased the old frontiersman mightily. Mr. Hamilton came and went, for he had property on the St. Lawrence and near Philadelphia to look after. He was glad to have his children in such excellent care. “I hope them little chaps never see sech fightin’ as we’ve seen,” said Barringford to Henry one day, as he was dancing both on his knees. “I don’t think they will,” answered Henry. But he was mistaken. The twins did see some spirited fighting—during the Revolutionary War—the particulars of which I may relate some other time. They were such sturdy, manly chaps that nobody could help but like them. During the summer the trading post was attacked just once, by a band of Indians, under an old chief who in years gone by had been one of the Morrises’ worst foes. The warriors were defeated without a loss among the whites, while the Indians lost several men, including the chief. After that the red men remained away from that territory for many years to come. As soon as peace was firmly established, other traders flocked to the Ohio, followed by regular settlers. Many of the posts were valuable, but none more so than that belonging to the Morrises. More than this, James Morris and Dave dealt fairly by all who wished to do business with them, be they whites or Indians, and as a consequence they soon established a reputation that was known far and wide. The very best skins and furs were offered to them, and they began to make money rapidly. “How things have changed since first we came out here,” said Dave one day. “And what a number of events have happened since then!” “Let us be thankful that all has ended well,” replied his father. “Many have suffered deeply, while we have escaped.” “I am thankful,” said Dave, reverently. “Very thankful indeed!” White Buffalo, who stood near, nodded his head slowly. “The Great Spirit has watched over us all,” said he. “Blessed be the Great Spirit, both of the white man and of the Indians.” THE END ------------------------------------------------------------------------ EDWARD STRATEMEYER’S BOOKS Old Glory Series _Six Volumes._ _Cloth._ _Illustrated._ _Price per volume $1.25._ UNDER DEWEY AT MANILA. A YOUNG VOLUNTEER IN CUBA. FIGHTING IN CUBAN WATERS. UNDER OTIS IN THE PHILIPPINES. THE CAMPAIGN OF THE JUNGLE. UNDER MacARTHUR IN LUZON. Soldiers of Fortune Series _Cloth._ _Illustrated._ _Price per volume $1.25._