pice, he carelessly let go the tree-top from his hand!

There he was, far above the rocky shore, a steep and smooth rock towering far above him, and a smooth and steep rock beneath him to the shore below. The tree by which he had swung to his perilous perch was now far out of his reach; and to jump for it was to run the risk of a fall upon the jagged rocks below. Some of the smaller boys began to cry when they saw Lem thus hanging between heaven and earth, as it were; but some of the bigger boys, although very much excited and alarmed, exhorted Lem not to be scared; they would find a way to get him down.

As for Lem, seeing that he could stay there in safety as long as he chose to keep still, he contented himself with eating the berries that still remained unpicked. Then a thought struck him.

"Some of you fellows go up to the lighthouse and ask Old Man Gardner to lend you a rope. If you make that fast to one of those trees overhead and drop the end down to me, I can slide down fast enough."

Old Man Gardner was the light-keeper, and a bitter enemy was he of all boys. The lighthouse was right in the path of boys that came down by Dyce's Head to the Back Point shore; and no boy ever lost an opportunity to climb the light

house stairs, if he could only slip in before Old Man Gardner saw him.

"We daresn't ask Old Man Gardner for any rope. He's down on you for sneakin' up into the lighthouse the other day." That was Jo Murch's way of putting the case.

"Hold on for dear life, Lem. I'll go and get the rope," cried Otis Stevens, cheerily. "Mind now, hold on for dear life," and Otis, followed by two or three of the older boys, was off and up the shore like a shot. Lem, comfortably sitting in the warm herbage where he was perched, gleaned the gooseberry bush and exchanged jokes with his comrades below.

After what seemed a very long time, a shout was heard in the woods above, and Old Man Gardner, honestly anxious for the safety of the boy, showed his grizzled head over the edge of the precipice. Making fast one end of his rope to a spruce tree near the brink, the old man cried, "Look out, Lemmie!" and threw the other end clean over the cliff. Lem, even in the midst of something like an excitement, thought to himself that it had been many years since anybody had called him Lemmie.

"Now then, Lemmie, grab the line!" shouted the light-keeper, and Lem, reaching the line with very little difficulty, swung his legs around it and slid to the shore below, midst the cheers and shouts of his playmates. Dropping his cordial

tone, Old Man Gardner bawled down over the precipice, "Don't let me ketch you in such a scrape ag'in; ef you do, I won't help you out, even ef you be Master Parker's son."

The boys, silent under such a rebuke, thought that not one of them would ever be likely to need the crusty old man's help to get down from that, or any other, precipice.

Otis

I The tall cliff was then and there named. Stevens, in his joy that his chum had been safely rescued from a peril in which his daring had placed him, said, "Say, fellows, this precipice is named St. Jago, Lem fall off."

"But I didn't fall off!" cried Lem, angrily.

"Never mind," said Otis; "St. Jago, Lem fall off, it is." And "St. Jago, Lem fall off" it is unto this day.

The peninsula of Fairport is studded all over with grassy mounds and half-circles, some of them so low as to be barely seen above the level of the turf, and some of them many feet high. Fort George, on the backbone of the peninsula, so to speak, is a large fortification, big enough for several tennis-courts, or one or two base-ball fields. On the shore of Perkins's Back, near the place where Lem did not fall off, is a huge round. boulder, unlike any of the rocks around it. This is famed as "Trask's Rock," and here, when the Americans attacked the British force then in possession of the place, during the war of the Revo