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tlin nlglit was still stormy, so we again sought soft s|)ot3 

 on the inexorable benches aroiuid tlic stove in our den. 



" Hurrah, John ! " said I, as we followed the Indian 

 up tlu! ladder, and emerged into the eold morning air ; 

 " here's snow enough in all conscience — ^just the thing for 

 our hunting — step out now for the village^, and let's tiy 

 and scare up a breakfast somewhere." 



It was still snowing heavily, and the countiy looked 

 as wintry as it could do even in North America. In the 

 distance appeared the little white? wooden houses and 

 church of the village, and l)eliind them rose up the great 

 grey form of the (*obe(pud Hills. The brisk walk 

 through the snow soon recalled warmth to our benumbed 

 frames, and, the village inn once reached, it was not 

 long ere the ample breakfast of ham and eggs and pijta- 

 tocs, pickles and cheese, cold s(piasli-pie, and strong black 

 tea, was arranged before us. 



" Will the Indian make out with you, gents ? " asked 

 the exceedingly pretty innkeeper's daugliter. AVe all 

 glan(;;cd at John, who laughed as he anticipated our 

 reply. 



" Oh, of course, yes ; we are all on the same footing 

 this morning, we gue.ss. Come on, John, sit up and give 

 us some ham." 



The landlord — who aftcctcd to be a bit of a sportsman, 

 of course — told us there were lots of cariboo back in the 

 hills, and some moose, which he reckoned would bo the 

 great object of our hunting; for, in this part of 'Nova 

 Scotia, the moose has oidy recently mad(^ his appearance, 

 and the settlers look upon him as fiir nobler game than 

 the common cariboo. Presently a sleigh with a stout \ 



pony appeared for us at the door, and, loading it with 



