The Boy Patriot
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Blair Robertson has a powerful gift: He is a great talker. When he speaks, other kids listen. And he really loves to speak. One of his favorite subjects is his native land, the new United States of America. When Hal, a British orphan, passes by Blair and his friends, Blair yells, “Down with the British!” and compels his friends to toss poor Hal off the dock and into the water. Little to Blair’s knowledge, Hal doesn’t know how to swim.
Set in Fairport, Maine, at the outbreak of the War of 1812, The Boy Patriot follows Blair as he attempts to balance his patriotism with the need to do right, while learning that friendship can emerge from the most unlikely places. When a British vessel arrives on the horizon, though, Blair knows his life will never be the same.
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pleasantly. “A fellow does hate to break his knife. An English captain gave that to my father five years ago. It has six blades.” Brimstone took the knife out of his pocket and examined it slowly, opening blade after blade with the air of a connoisseur. “I say, youngster, it’s a first-rate article. You meant a swap, now; own up. What did you mean to ask me for it, if I’d been in the humor?” “There is only one thing I should like to ask of you,” began Blair. “Ha, ha! I knew you
her little round cheek is so soft, Oh, so soft, that when it snugs up to mine it seems as if an angel was touching me, and I feel as if I wasn’t fit for such as her to love and fondle. Yet she loves me; she loves her old dad. She don’t call me Derry Duck, not she. She don’t know any thing about Derry Duck, and what he does when he’s off on the sea. I don’t mean she ever shall. I’d rather die first, gnawed to pieces by a hungry shark. Her mother left her to me, a little two-year-old thing, a
on Derry’s shoulder. Derry started as if in a dream; but recollecting himself, he said quickly, “Yes, yes. Here, here in the moonlight. No one will listen here.” The light of the full moon fell on the open letter, and Blair read it without difficulty. “That’s it, that’s it. Every word of it true,” said Derry in a voice trembling with feeling. “It would kill me to think of her going wrong. But she wont. Her way is up, and mine is down, down, down. Give me the letter; I’ll put the right
separates this lower world from the glories of the unseen bliss above, had grown thin and almost transparent to the eyes of the Christian boy, thus brought to the gates of death. Near, very near to him seemed the face of the Saviour who had of late been his realized and beloved companion. It was as the mother bows down to her suffering child, that this glimpse of the dear Redeemer was made so plain to the weakened, prostrate boy. He was still in the flesh, and to know weary waiting and suffering,
freckle-marked face was distorted with pain, rage, and the torture of a rebellious spirit, when sorely smitten by the hand of God. Many of Brimstone’s fierce shipmates had been hurried into eternity in the midst of the struggle on the deck of the East Indiaman. Blair’s coarse tormentor, however, had escaped with his life, but with one leg so wounded and bruised that it was promptly cut off, as the only way of preventing ultimate death. Brimstone ground his teeth and swore fearful imprecations