The Boy and the Lynx 
and gathered a lapful of pipsissewa to make 
tea, of which Corney was encouraged to drink 
copiously. 
But in spite of ail their herbs and nursing the 
young man got worse. At the end of ten days 
he was greatly reduced in flesh and incapable 
of work, so on one of the “ well days’ that are 
usual in the course of the disease he said: 
“Say, gurruls, I can’t stand it no longer. 
Guess I better go home. I’m well enough to 
drive to-day, for a while anyway; if I’m took 
down Ill lay in the wagon, and the horses will 
fetch me home. Mother ’ll have me all right 
in a week or so. If you run out of grub before 
I come back take the canoe to Ellerton’s.” 
So the girls harnessed the horses; the 
wagon was partly filled with hay, and Corney, 
weak and white-faced, drove away on the long 
rough road, and left them feeling much as 
though they were on a desert island and their 
only boat had been taken from them. 
Half a week had scarcely gone before all 
three of them, Margat, Loo, and Thor, were 
taken down with a yet more virulent form of 
chills and fever. 
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