of hope and romance. What a joy it must be to 

 every man or animal who has a hand in it ! What 

 a satisfaction, too, for all dependent upon a har- 

 vest, to know that there is abundance stored for 

 all the frosty days ! 



The people of this wild, strange, picturesque 

 colony had planned and prepared well. I wished 

 them a winter unvisited by cruel fate or foe, and 

 trusted that when June came again the fat and 

 furry young beavers would play with the aged 

 one amid the tiger lilies in the shadows of the 

 big spruce trees. 



