on the other side of the lake. But I come over here
fishing once in a while."
"And haven't you daddy's papers?" asked Laddie.
"No, I'm sorry to say I haven't."
"But you have red hair," went on the little boy.
"Yes, my hair is red all right," laughed the man, as he ran his hand
through the fiery curls on his head. "My hair is very red. Sometimes I
wish it wasn't so red. But it's of no use to worry about it, I suppose.
But what has my red hair to do with your father's papers?"
Then Laddie and Russ, taking turns, told about their father's clerk in
the real estate office giving the tramp lumberman the old coat, and how,
in one of the pockets, were the valuable papers. The boys told of the
search for the tramp, and also of their trip from Pineville to Lake
Sagatook.
"And so you haven't yet found the red-haired man with the papers, have
you?" asked the fisherman, smiling at the two boys.
"No," said Russ, a bit sadly. "First we thought you might have 'em."
"Do you know any red-haired lumberman--one that's a tramp?" Laddie asked.
"No, I can't say that I do. But tell your father, and also your Grandma
Bell, that I'll be on the watch for one. My name is Hurd--Simon Hurd. Your
grandma knows me. Tell her I'll be on the watch for a red-haired
lumberman. We have all sorts up here in Maine, and some of 'em have red
hair, though I don't know that any one will have your father's papers. Ha!
There's one I've got, anyhow!" the man suddenly exclaimed.
He dropped the oars, with which he had been slowly rowing the boat, and
caught up his pole. Then, as the boys watched, they saw him reel in his
line and lift from the water a big fish, which sparkled in the sun as it
leaped and twisted, trying to get off the hook.
"Hi, that's a big one!" cried Russ, leaping up and down on the sand, he
was so excited.
"Yes, he's as big as one of the two I lost," the man went on.
He landed his prize in the boat, while the boys and, the other little
Bunkers crowded to the end of the sandy point to
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Reverend Nehemiah Adams (born February 19, 1806; died October 6, 1878) was an American clergyman and writer. He was born in Salem, Massachusetts, in 1806 to Nehemiah Adams and Mehitabel Torrey Adams. He graduated from Harvard University in 1826, and from Andover Theological Seminary in 1829. He was ordained as co-pastor of First Congregational Church in Cambridge, Massachusetts, that same year. In 1832, he married Martha Hooper.
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Joanna Baillie (September 11, 1762February 23, 1851) was a Scottish poet and dramatist. Baillie was very well-known during her lifetime and, though a woman, intended her plays not for the closet but for the stage. Admired both for her literary powers and her sweetness of disposition, her cottage at Hampstead was the centre of a brilliant literary society. Baillie died at the age of 88, her faculties remaining unimpaired to the last.