poleon, coming on him when out riding, "those three queer sugar-loaf rocks that they call 'Lot's Wife and Daughters'?"
"Yes," responded Napoleon, "I have seen them."
"Well," persisted Betsy, "do you know the story about them?"
"No, I do not."
"Then I must tell you. More than fifty years ago there were two slaves on the island who hated to work and to obey their masters, so they hid themselves in a cave, halfway up the cliff on the top of which we now see Lot's wife. Every night they used to go down and steal whatever they could lay their hands on. For a long time people could not find out where they lived, but at last they were tracked to their cave. No one could reach them, however, because they rolled stones down toward all who tried to climb up the cliff."
Napoleon listened attentively, and Betsy continued:
"At last it was thought necessary to send a party of soldiers to fire on them, if they refused to surrender, but before this was done
