suffer for it. His boyish activity, strength, and agility were proverbial.
Long after he left his native village, the neighbors used to tell with what astonishing rapidity he would descend high trees, head foremost, clinging to the trunk with his feet.
The fearlessness and firmness of character, which he inherited from both father and mother, manifested itself in many ways.
He had a lamb, whose horns were crooked, and had a tendency to turn in. His father had given it to him for his own, on condition that he should keep the horns carefully filed, so that they should not hurt the animal.
He had a small file on purpose, and took such excellent care of his pet, that it soon became very much attached to him, and trotted about after him like a dog. When he was about five or six years old, British soldiers came into the neighborhood to seize provisions for the army, according to their custom during our revolutionary war. They tied the feet of the tame lamb, and threw it into the cart with other sheep and lambs.
Isaac came up to them in season to witness this operation, and his heart swelled with indignation.
He sprang into the cart, exclaiming, ‘That's my
lamb, and you shan't have it!’
The men tried to push him aside; but he pulled out a rusty jack-knife, which he had bought of a pedlar for two-pence, and cut the rope that bound the poor lamb.
A British officer rode up, and seeing a little boy struggling so