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Beads of perspiration rolled down his cheeks, but with renewed energy 

 he increased his pace and hurried on. The hideous howling of the wolves 

 had died away in the distance and he took new courage. 



He must now be miles away from them. Fatigue seemed to overpower 

 him. He would rest a few minutes. 



He swung his load from his shoulders and sat down upon a rock beneath 



a towering pine tree upon the bank of the 

 river, turning his face in the direction of Ihe 

 enemy. 



He had scarcely sat down when, horror of 

 horrors! — there in sneaking, noiseless and 

 swift pursuit came the fleet-footed, blood- 

 thirsty enemy, hot upon his trail! Scarcely 

 had he time to climb the tree beyond their 

 reach before it was surrounded, his saddle of 

 venison torn to shreds and devoured — and 

 the friendly pine tree was his only salvation 

 from a similar fate. 



Be the disappointment now what it may 

 Sabattis was too well instructed by the Black 

 gown to forget to offer up a fervent prayer 



for his merciful 

 deliverance, and 

 although he could 

 not now see how, 

 the good saintc 

 Vierge would yet 

 make glad his 

 Christmas! 



It was a gloomy, 

 murky af te r- 

 noon. No ray of 

 sunshine gave 

 added light or 

 warmth. There 

 is no twilight in 



the woods in the winter. Sabattis will have no comfortable lean-to to- 

 night. Sabattis can build no camp-fire to give him warmth and comfort. 

 Sabattis must stay in the tree-top. How long? Until help comes. When 

 will help come? 



[Concluded in next issue.] 



