THE 



HOME OF THE WOLVERENE AND BEAVER 



Oli, 



Jfur-ljunting iir tfjc Milirs of Canabci. 



CHAPTER I. 



" t^J\T^j\l^7iz ^ -^ keeper said the ice was dangerous 



towards the head of the mere ; and 



1^^ you know I told Mrs. Marshall I 



"*> would bring you back in safety, so 



don't venture too far in that direction, 



George," cried Paul Gresham to his com- 



'^ panion, as both lads, having buckled on 



their skates, prepared to enjoy a good 



forenoon's amusement on the fine sheet of frozen 



water that stood within the boundary of Mr. 



Marshall's park. 



" Never fear, old Paul. You know I am only a 

 feather-weight," laughed George, launching himself 

 upon the smooth surface, which had been swept 



