I've got it!"

What's yours?" said Harry.

Give the boys thirty-day orders on the Company for the back pay."

That's it-that's my own idea to a dot. But then--but then----"

Yes, I know," said the Colonel; "I know they can't wait for the orders

to go to New York and be cashed, but what's the reason they can't get

them discounted in Hawkeye?"

Of course they can. That solves the difficulty. Everybody knows the

appropriation's been made and the Company's perfectly good."

So the orders were given and the men appeased, though they grumbled a

little at first. The orders went well enough for groceries and such

things at a fair discount, and the work danced along gaily for a time.

Two or three purchasers put up frame houses at the Landing and moved in,

and of course a far-sighted but easy-going journeyman printer wandered

along and started the "Napoleon Weekly Telegraph and Literary

Repository"--a paper with a Latin motto from the Unabridged dictionary,

and plenty of "fat" conversational tales and double-leaded poetry--all

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