TJic Home of tJie Wolverene and Beaver. 9 1 



England, on whose hateful wings are too often borne 

 rheumatism, consumption — death. 



" Rise, rise, Messieurs" shouted Pierre, entering 

 the room in which the two young men were coiled 

 up under a load of buffalo robes and blankets, "you 

 must rise, cest le point dejour." 



Turning out in such weather is not the pleasantest 

 part of the day's work, but both Paul and his friend 

 were fully aware that like most disagreeable things 

 the more you look at them the less you like them, 

 so with a bound they sprang to their feet, and in 

 due time joined the Canadian, who was busily 

 employed at the stove frying some venison collops 

 and making tea for breakfast, not the weak infusioai 

 that we sip in England, but a good black beverage, 

 strong enough, in Canadian parlance, " to float an 

 axe." Perhaps the reader would like to know in 

 what manner of garment our friends have arrayed 

 themselves to withstand the biting cold. Both the 

 young men are dressed alike, so the description of 

 one will apply to both. Mr. Groves has thrust his 

 extremities into a pair of buck-skin trousers, under 

 which are warm woollen drawers. On his feet are 

 dragged successively three pairs of socks, made out 

 of stout blanketing, outside of which are fastened a 

 pair of moose-skin moccasins tied firmly round the 

 ankle. It is perhaps needless to state that moccasins 



