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is half a dollar,” he said. “I’ll give you that.”

      “Haven’t you got anymore money?” asked the farmer, who had a keen scent for a bargain.

      “No, sir; it is all I have. I’d give you more if I had it.”

      Half a dollar in those days was a considerable sum of money, particularly in the eyes of a farmer, who handled very little money, his income being for the most part in the shape of corn, hay and vegetables. Having satisfied himself that it was all he could get, he gave a favorable answer to the boy’s application.

      Daniel’s eyes sparkled with delight, and he promptly handed over his fifty cent piece.

      “When do you want to take it?” asked the farmer.

      “Now,” answered Dan.

      “Very well.”

      The fowl was caught, and Daniel carried it back to the house of his relative in triumph.

      “I’m going home,” he said abruptly.

      “Going home? Why, you have only just come.”

      “I’ll come again soon, but I want to take this cock home, and see if he can’t whip Mr. –’s. I want to teach the little bully a lesson.”

      So in spite of all that could be said Daniel started on his way home.

      When he had gone a short distance he passed a yard stocked with poultry, where a large cock was strutting about defiantly, as if throwing down the gage of battle to any new comers.

      A boy was standing near the fence.

      “Will your cock fight?” asked Dan.

      “He can whip yours,” was the reply.

      “Are you willing to try it?”

      “Yes, come along.”

      The trial was made, and Dan’s new purchase maintained his reputation, by giving a sound drubbing to his feathered rival.

      Dan surveyed the result with satisfaction.

      “I guess he’ll do,” he said to himself.

      He kept on his way till he got within sight of home.

      “What brings you home so soon, Dan?” asked Zeke.

      “See here, Zeke!” said Dan eagerly.” Here is a cock that will whip Mr. –’s all to pieces.”

      “Don’t be too sure of it!”

      “I’ve tried him once, and he’s game.”

      The boys did not have long to wait for the trial.

      Over came the haughty intruder, strutting about with his usual boastful air.

      Dan let loose his new fowl, and a battle royal commenced. Soon the tyrant of the barnyard found that he had met a foe worthy of his spur. For a time the contest was an open one, but in ten minutes the feathered bully was ignominiously defeated, and led about by the comb in a manner as humiliating as had ever happened when he was himself the victor.

      Daniel witnessed the defeat of the whilom tyrant with unbounded delight, and felt abundantly repaid for his investment of all his spare cash, as well as the cutting short of his visit. Probably in the famous passage at arms which he had many years after with Mr. Hayne, of South Carolina, his victory afforded him less satisfaction than this boyish triumph.

      CHAPTER IV.

      AN IMPORTANT STEP

      “What are you thinking about, Dan?” asked his mother one evening as the boy sat thoughtfully gazing at the logs blazing in the fireplace.

      “I was wishing for something to read,” answered the boy.

      Indeed that was his chief trouble in those early days. Libraries were scarce, and private collections equally scarce, especially in small country places. So the boy’s appetite for books was not likely to be satisfied.

      Daniel’s words attracted the attention of his father.

      “I have been speaking to some of our neighbors to-day,” he said, “about establishing a small circulating library which we could all use. I think we shall do something about it soon.”

      “I hope you will, father,” said Dan eagerly.

      “If we all contribute a little, we can make a beginning. Besides we can put in some books we have already.”

      A week or two later Judge Webster announced that the library had been established, and it may be easily supposed that Daniel was one of the first to patronize it. It was a small and, many of my boy friends would think, an unattractive collection. But in the collection was the “Spectator,” in reading which Daniel unconsciously did something towards forming a desirable style of his own. He was fond of poetry, and at an early age could repeat many of the psalms and hymns of Dr. Watts.

      There was another poem which so impressed him that he learned to repeat the whole of it. This was Pope’s “Essay on Man,” a poem which I fear is going out of fashion, which is certainly a pity, for apart from its literary merits it contains a great deal of sensible advice as to the conduct of life. As it is not of so much importance how much we read as how thoroughly, and how much we remember, there is reason to think that Daniel got more benefit from his four books than most of the boys of to-day from their multitude of books.

      Once, however, Daniel’s literary enthusiasm came near having serious consequences. A new almanac had been received, and as usual each of the months was provided with a couplet of poetry. After going to bed Daniel and Ezekiel got into a dispute about the couplet at the head of the April page, and in order to ascertain which was correct Dan got out of bed, went down stairs, and groped his way to the kitchen, where he lighted a candle and went in search of the almanac. He found it, and on referring to it ascertained that Ezekiel was right. His eagerness made him careless, and an unlucky spark from the candle set some cotton clothes on fire. The house would have been consumed but for the exertions and presence of mind of his father. It may be a comfort to some of my careless young readers to learn that so great a man as Daniel Webster occasionally got into mischief when he was a boy.

      Somewhere about this time a young lawyer, Mr. Thomas W. Thompson, came to Daniel’s native town and set up an office.

      As he was obliged to be absent at times, and yet did not wish to close his office, he proposed to Daniel to sit in his office and receive callers in his absence. Though boys do not generally take kindly to confinement, the office contained one attraction for the boy in a collection of books, probably of a miscellaneous character such as a young man is likely to pick up.

      Daniel’s time was not otherwise occupied, for he had no service to render, except to stay in the office and inform callers when Mr. Thompson would be back, and he was therefore at liberty to make use of the books. He made a selection unusual for a boy. There was an old Latin grammar, which the young lawyer had probably used himself in his preparatory course. This book Daniel selected, and began to study by himself. His employer offered to hear him recite in it, and soon had occasion to be surprised at the strong and retentive memory of his office boy. Probably none of the law books attracted the future lawyer. It would have been surprising if they had.

      “Judge Webster,” said Thompson, on meeting the father of his young employee, “Dan will make a fine scholar if he has the chance.”

      “I think the boy has ability.”

      “He certainly has. He ought to go to college.”

      Judge Webster shook his head.

      “I should like it above all things,” he said, “but I can’t see my way clear. I am a poor man, as you know, and it would cost a great deal of money to carry Dan through college even after he were prepared.”

      This was true, and the young lawyer was unprepared with any suggestion as to how the difficult matter was to be arranged. But Judge Webster did not forget the conversation. He was considering what could be done towards giving his promising son an education. He was willing to sacrifice his comfort, even, if thereby he could give him a good start in life.

      Finally

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