CHAPTER XXII. 
peeschee's marvellous story. 
HE nights became so cold during the month of 
October that the Buttons found they must lay 
in more wood for their winter's supply. Accord- 
ingly, Solomon once more shouldered his axe, and started 
for the woods. There was one member of the company 
who had as yet done no work at all, beyond guarding the 
property. His turn had now come, and during the next 
week his labors were by no means light. Who was he ? 
Come with me this clear, cold November morning, and 
take a view of the encampment. 
In one of the huts, Mrs. Button is getting breakfast, 
with the assistance of Chloe and Ted. Already a dish of 
venison is smoking on the table, which is built of slabs 
of cedar, rough-hewn with an axe. Benches of the same 
manufacture are drawn up in readiness for the men and 
boys, who are just now in the other hut, putting the last 
touches on a sort of sledge, the runners of which are stout 
yoimg saplings. The rest of the sledge is of cedar, ren- 
dering it both light and strong. Carlo sits on his haunches, 
and regards this new piece of furniture gravely. Well he 
may, for it is destined to be drawn by him. Yes, he is the 
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