could, till Mooka, tripping a second time in 

 a little hollow where a brook ran deep under 

 the snow, and knowing now that they were 

 but wandering in an endless circle, seized 

 Noel's arm and repeated her question : 



" Are we lost, little brother? " 



And Noel, lost and bewildered, but grip- 

 ping his bow in his fur mitten and peering 

 here and there, like an old hunter, through 

 the whirling flakes and rolling gusts to 

 catch some landmark, some lofty crag or 

 low tree-line that held steady in the mad 

 dance of the world, still made confident In- 

 dian answer: 



" Noel not lost ; Noel right here. Camp 

 lost, little sister." 



" Can we find urn, little brother? " 



" Oh, yes, we find um. Find urn bimeby, 

 pretty soon quick now, after storm." 



" But storm last all night, and it's soon 

 dark. Can we rest and not freeze? Mooka 

 tired and — and frightened, little brother." 



" Sartin we rest ; build um commoosie and 

 sleep jus' like bear in his den. Oh, yes, sartin 

 we rest good," said Noel cheerfully. 



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