From a plate on the windowsill he took a crust of bread, and, raising the sash, crumbled it upon the snow without.

The sparrows came at once, alighting near his hand with a tameness that spoke of pleasing association with the providence above them.

"No," said Rand at last, "I am not going over to the other camp--if by that you mean the Federalist camp.

Must one forever sign under a captain?
It is not my instinct to serve .-- Now let it alone." He closed the window and, turning again to the table, bent over an unrolled map which covered half its surface.

The chart was a large one, showing the vast territory drained by the Ohio, the Missouri, and the Mississippi, and the imagination of the cartographer had made good his lack of information.