To think that he, of all men, should end in that way!" * * * * * Charles Hawker rode home that night, and went into the room where his mother was.

She was sitting sewing by the fire, and looked up to welcome him home.
"Mother," said he, "there is bad news to tell.

We have lost a good friend.

James Stockbridge is killed by the blacks on the Macquarrie." She answered not a word, but buried her face in her hands, and very shortly rose and left the room.

When she was alone, she began moaning to herself, and saying,-- "Some more fruit of the old cursed tree! If he had never seen me, he would have died at home, among his old friends, in a ripe, honoured old age.".