16 PEEP AT OUR NEIGHBORS.

of hens’ eggs, at the least, and possibly
half a bushel.

Yes, I went on. But when I got to
the top of the ladder, which rested on
the great beam, I began to think that
our Peter was a brave fellow, and that
the feat 1 had undertaken was probably
the greatest on record. I hesitated, and
then climbed, as boldly as I could, in
the circumstances, upon the great beam,
from which I stepped to the scaffold.

I looked down. Oh, how high that
scaffold seemed! What a distance to
the barn floor! From the moment my —
eye fell upon the place where my
brother was standing, fear took the en-