There was a bridge across the brook consisting of a single rail.  One day, Isaac sawed this nearly in two; and while the master was at play with the boys, he took the opportunity to say something very impertinent, for which he knew he should be chased.  He ran toward the brook, crossed the rail in safety, and instantly turned it over, so that his pursuer would step upon it when the cut side was downward.  It immediately snapped under his pressure, and precipitated him into the stream, while the young rogue stood by almost killing himself with laughter.  But this joke also came very near having a melancholy termination; for the master was floated down several rods into deep water, and with difficulty saved himself from drowning.

There was a creek not far from his father’s house, where it was customary to load sloops with wood.  Upon one of these occasions, he persuaded a party of boys to pry up a pile of wood and tip it into a sloop, in a confused heap.  Of course, it must all be taken out and reloaded.  When he saw how much labor this foolish trick had caused, he felt some compunction; but the next temptation found the spirit of mischief too strong to be resisted.

Coming home from his uncle’s one evening, he stopped to amuse himself with taking a gate off its hinges.  When an old Quaker came out to see who was meddling with his gate, Isaac fired a gun over his head, and made him run into the house, as if an evil spirit were after him.

It was his delight to tie the boughs of trees together in narrow paths, that people travelling in the dark, might hit their heads against them; and to lay stones in the ruts of the road, when he knew that farmers were going to market with eggs, in the darkness of morning twilight.  If any mischief was done for miles round, it was sure to be attributed to Isaac Hopper.  There was no malice in his fun; but he had such superabounding life within him, that it would overflow, even when he knew that he must suffer for it.  His boyish activity, strength, and agility were proverbial.  Long after he left his native village, the neighbors used to tell with what astonishing rapidity he would descend high trees, head foremost, clinging to the trunk with his feet.

The fearlessness and firmness of character, which he inherited from both father and mother, manifested itself in many ways.  He had a lamb, whose horns were crooked, and had a tendency to turn in.  His father had given it to him for his own, on condition that he should keep the horns carefully filed, so that they should not hurt the animal.  He had a small file on purpose, and took such excellent care of his pet, that it soon became very much attached to him, and trotted about after him like a dog.  When he was about five or six years old, British soldiers came into the neighborhood to seize provisions for the army, according to their custom during our revolutionary war.  They tied the feet of the tame lamb, and