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trade this year. Suppose we send for Pierre and 

 talk it over." 



The Canadian was accordingly summoned, and 

 a long consultation held, which resulted in several 

 minor expeditions, the particulars of which are 

 hardly worth recording. A few deer were shot, 

 and plenty of wild fowl, but by Pierre's aOv'cc the 

 grand hunt was postponed until the winter had set 

 well in, when the snow would be upon the gr'Muid, 

 and they could seek for moose with some chance of 

 success. 



And thus the autumn passed away, and the 

 falling mercury indicated the approach of v.'i;;ter. 

 Did Paul Gresham feel dull thus shut up with only 

 two companions .'' the reader will ask. No, the 

 whole life was too novel to adm.it the inroads of 

 ennui. Whether in-doors or out there was always 

 something that required looking to, and dullness, 

 the offspring of idleness, found no loop-hole by 

 which it could enter. At last the few days of genial 

 weather that precede the cold, and are known as 

 the Indian summer, came to a close, and with a 

 sudden bound the winter came upon them. When 

 Paul went to bed the air was still and serene, the 

 party-coloured leaves hung tremblingly on the 

 boughs in all the wondrous beauty of their autumn 

 tints ; when he awoke in the morning a widely 



