Poor Charley's silence was sealed a year later at Lucknow, for on the advance with Lord Clyde he was killed.
"And now, boys and girls, you must run off to bed.

Five minutes more and it will be Christmas Day.
"So you see, Frank, that although I don't believe in ghosts, I have yet met with a circumstance which I cannot account for." "It is very curious anyhow, uncle, and beats ghost stories into fits." "I like it better, certainly," one of the girls said, "for we can go to bed without being afraid of dreaming about it." "Well, you must not talk any more now.

Off to bed, off to bed," Colonel Harley said, "or I shall get into terrible disgrace with your fathers and mothers, who have been looking very gravely at me for the last three quarters of an hour." WHITE FACED DICK: A STORY OF PINE TREE GULCH How Pine Tree Gulch got its name no one knew, for in the early days every ravine and hillside was thickly covered with pines.

It may be that a tree of exceptional size caught the eye of the first explorer, that he camped under it, and named the place in its honor; or, maybe, some fallen giant lay in the bottom and hindered the work of the first prospectors.

At any rate, Pine Tree Gulch it was, and the name was as good as any other.