“There is so much to learn, and I know so little,” he thought.

But he did not brood over the poverty which prevented him from gratifying his desire.  He knew it would do no good, and he also reflected that knowledge may be acquired in a printing office as well as within the walls of an academy or college.

“As soon as I get well settled,” he said to himself, “I mean to get some books and study a little every day.  That is the way Franklin did.  I never can be an editor, that’s certain, without knowing more than I do now.  Before I am qualified to teach others, I must know something myself.”

Looking at the village which lay below him, Harry was disposed to congratulate himself on his new residence.

“It looks like a pleasant place,” he said to himself, “and when I get a little acquainted, I shall enjoy myself very well, I am sure.  Of course I shall feel rather lonely just at first.”

He was so engrossed by his thoughts that he did not take heed to his steps, and was only reminded of his abstraction by his foot suddenly coming in contact with a boy who was lying under a tree, and pitching headfirst over him.

“Holloa!” exclaimed the latter, “what are you about?  You didn’t take me for a foot-ball, did you?”

“I beg your pardon,” said Harry, jumping up in some confusion.  “I was so busy thinking that I didn’t see you.  I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“Nothing serious.  Didn’t you hurt yourself?”

“I bumped my head a little, but it only struck the earth.  If it had been a stone, it might have been different.  I had no idea there was any one up here except myself.”

“It was very kind of you to bow so low to a perfect stranger,” said the other, his eyes twinkling humorously.  “I suppose it would only be polite for me to follow your example.”

“I’ll excuse you,” said Harry laughing.

“Thank you.  That takes a great burden off my mind.  I don’t like to be outdone in politeness, but really I shouldn’t like to tumble over you.  My head may be softer than yours.  There’s one thing clear.  We ought to know each other.  As you’ve taken the trouble to come up here, and stumble over me, I really feel as if we ought to strike up a friendship.  What do you say?”

“With all my heart,” said our hero.

CHAPTER IV.

Oscar Vincent.

“Allow me to introduce myself,” said the stranger boy.  “My name is Oscar Vincent, from Boston, at present a student at the Prescott Academy, at your service.”

As he spoke, he doffed his hat and bowed, showing a profusion of chestnut hair, a broad, open brow, and an attractive face, lighted up by a pleasant smile.

Harry felt drawn to him by a feeling which was not long in ripening into friendship.

Imitating the other’s frankness, he also took off his hat and replied,—­