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here somewhere trapping with that Breed, Fran- 

 9ois. What s the matter, Laddie?&quot; the thick 

 Scotch voice burred. 



&quot; Well, I m hanged if I ever outspanned any 

 thing like this,&quot; said the other man ; &quot; it s like 

 that thing we used to read, ( Babes in the Woods/ &quot; 



&quot;Where s your mate Frai^ois ? &quot; asked 

 Donald again. &quot; And what s the matter with 

 you scurvy ? &quot; 



&quot; Fran9ois,&quot; answered the Boy hesitatingly, for 

 days of wound-fever had clouded his young brain, 

 &quot; Fran9ois ? oh, yes, I remember he went to 

 The Landing long ago.&quot; 



&quot; And left a kid like that here alone ! &quot; cried 

 Donald s companion. 



&quot; What s the matter with your leg scurvy ? &quot; 

 asked the leader again. 



&quot; My leg ? yes, it s sore awfully sore. 

 Sometimes I dream that it s another person,, 

 and I talk to it.&quot; 



&quot; What s the matter with it ? &quot; the man reiter 

 ated huskily, pulling the roll of a fur cap down 

 over his eyes to hide something, for the little, 

 pale, pinched face, backed by a mass of yellow 

 knotted hair, made him feel queer. 



&quot; My leg ? oh, yes yes, there was so much 

 snow, and I slipped, and the axe cut it.&quot; 



&quot;Better get in the blankets, Laddie;&quot; and 



