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lived in Colonial Maine. It is a human picture, unlike those presented in pa-triotic history books and unlike those sketched by certain modern gentlemen who seek to belittle our forefathers. Roberts' picture is colorful but it is honest enough to include the drab with the vivid, the sad with the gay and the bad with the good. He shows us that all of our ances-tors were not brave, loyal Colonists as some would have us believe and that some of us would do well to investigate origin. He shows us that people then were not unlike people now, that hu-man qualities have not changed. And while perhaps this is nothing original the manner in which he recalls these things is decidedly brilliant. When he is writing of life, habits and manners of those early days, Roberts writes most interestingly. He tells is of foods, the manner of preparing them; of clothing and their construction; of dwellings, furnishings. He explains many things; the hunting of scores of animals and birds; fishing, boating; scouting, woodlore, camping, tracking; Indian customs, religion, traditions. He writes many things unknown to most of us today, things which most of us would be hard pressed to dig out of old books. In this respect alone he has made a valuable contribution American literature, collecting under one cover a multitude of historical facts that have been faced with an unfortunate death. Maine Indians[Bold] Robert displays an unusual knowledge and understanding of Maine's Indians. He compares them favorably with Maine's settlers; indeed, he often characterizes them as better people. The Abenaki Indians he tells us, were peaceful people, victimized by unscrupulous settlers who were responsible for most of the bloodshed that followed in the clashes between red and white men. He shows how the Indians were driven from their lands, cheated, robbed, imprisoned, sold as slaves, beaten, taught to drink liquor, and drafted as fighters by both the French and English who fed them with lies. We see conditions in Maine just prior to open hostilities between the Colonies and the mother country. There were many, we learn, who did not favor rebellion; many who would not support the rebel cause until the Sons Liberty, resembling the Ku Klux Klan of Civil War days in some respects, began to function with tar and feathers, fire, lashes and fist. We learn, too, that liquor played a great part in the lives of these patriots, and that labor versus capital was one of the elements in the pre-war controversy. When war broke out, we meet Washington, Arnold, Aaron Burr and may others who played prominent parts in the fight for freedom. We are with the armies encamped about Boston. We see Washington and Arnold plan the ex-pedition to Quebec and return to Maine and the Kennebec River to watch the construction of the bateaux for the Army. On To Quebec[Bold] Then it is that we begin to read the greatest part of Roberts' story, the famous but ill-fated journey of Arnolds' little army. About 1,000 men, including Morgan's Virginians, riflemen from Pennsylvania, soldiers, woodsmen and guides from Maine and troops from other New England State, left Fort Western, were Augusta now stands, in September, 1775. They started up thee bateaux and supplies around the falls and rapids and finally reaching the Dead River in bad condition. Provisions had been lost and spoiled. The bad weather of the Fall has taken its toll of sick. Clothes were worn and the men tired. Then came a terrible rain storm which brought floods and destroyed more supplies. Colonel Enos and his troops then deserted and Steve was held responsible. The army moved slowly up Dead River to the Chain of Ponds, suffering from exposure, hard-ships, labor and lack of food. Steve and his Indian friends, whom he enlisted in the expedition unknown to Arnold who believed them friendly to the English, served as guides and hunters and saved lives of stragglers and the sick who fell behind. Winter snows added to the misery. The men were barefooted without food. They ate their garments, anything. They died of exposure. Most of them had colds, pneumonia, rheumatism. Yet they continued onward, dragging at bateaux that were not destroyed, clutching their muskets. They crossed the Height of Land and reached Lake Megantic. They passed down the Chaudiere and finally arrived before Quebec, a ragged, half starved army scarcely more than 600 sickly, unclothed men. It was mid-Winter and severely cold. There they waited for the arrival of General Montgomery and his army, recovering their strength and health. But new sickness, small pox and pneumonia developed. Montgomery arrived and clothed the army in British uniforms which he captured at Montreal. The attack was planned and the two American armies waited a favorable opportunity. Finally the assault was made on the night of Dec. 31, 1775. A driving snow fell and the troops crept up the heights to the fortifications. They carried scaling ladders and were confident that they would wrest the city from the English. But they were met with a terrible fire of canon and rifles. Their own powder was dampened by the snow and they could shoot but little. They were cut down like grain, their bodies buried in the ever mounting snow., to lie there until Spring. Those brave men pushed on, engaging the enemy in hand to hand fighting. But the odds were against them. The British were behind solid fortifications. Their guns would not shoot. Their leaders were gone, Montgomery killed and Arnold wounded. Their comrades were dead and wounded in the darkness. Plan went wrong. Many were taken prisoner in the confusion and the attack failed. Their heroic march was in vain. Roberts' account of the expedition's progress through Maine and into Canada and his picture of the gallant attack on Quebec are masterful. He make you live with that army, in the ranks, so that you experience everything that it did. It is a great piece of historical writing. He revels the horrors of that trip as they have never been revealed. Reading, I found it almost impossible to believe that any man, writing today today admin modern conveniences, accustomed to the ease of our civilization, could produce so vividly such suffering, hardship, fortitude and courage. I doubt that Roberts could have described the march any better had he taken it with Arnold. Inadequate Review[Bold] As long as this review is, it does not mention many of the interesting features of "Arundel". It tells you nothing of the rough and ready Captain Huff, of Phoebe Marvin, the game and ac-complished miss who followed the army to Quebec and returned with Steve's heart; the Rev. Mr. Hook, whose treatch-ery helped to ruin the expedition; Natamis, Paul Higgins, Jacataqua, Hobo-mok and other Indian friend of Steve and scores of others. It neglects the men-tioned that Roberts presents an interest-ing of old Portland and of oth-er places in Maine. It fails to speak of hundreds of exciting little incidents that crowd this book. To be honest, this review is sadly in-adequate. You have better read "Arun-del" for yourself. Robert B. Beith