60 NOCTURNAL VISITS TO THE PUDDING. 



After dinner we had a talk about game with the Indians, and 

 then turned in, having dined fashionably late to give the pudding 

 an opportunity of becoming soft ; but before we went to bed we 

 marked what remained of it showing how much we were to eat 

 each day, and finding that we had some 5 Ib. left, enough with 

 care to last us five days. 



On trying to sleep T could think of nothing but pudding, till 

 at last I thought I must have one small piece more ; so I got 

 out of my buffalo-robes, crawled to the box, and raised the lid ; 



but that sly man F had piled some things on it after 



putting out the light, and down they all came with a great noise. 



F , it seems, was awake and also thinking of pudding, and 



he immediately shouted out asking who was at the box : I told 

 him that I only wanted the smallest possible piece, which I took 

 and retired to bed, replacing such of the fallen articles as I could 



find on the box, a thing which evidently F did not expect, 



for presently down they all came again and there was the man 

 who had abused me for taking the pudding doing the same thing 

 himself, and I am sorry to say that we each of us made two 

 more visits to the box during the night, and when we came to 

 look at it in the morning we found one of us must have taken 

 more of the pudding than he should, as it had dwindled down 

 to about 1 Ib., so not liking to be reminded of our misdeeds we 

 ate that for breakfast. 



After the dissipations of Christmas, we settled down once 

 more to our weekly routine, which was as follows : 



On Monday I went along my line of traps and took up 

 what had been caught, and had happened to be left by 

 the wolverines. On Tuesday I returned home, doing the 

 same thing. On Wednesday I generally went deer hunting 



