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brought out from time to time, in various appetizing 
shapes. In addition to these fruits of the land, she had 
collected a large store of wild onions, to serve as anti- 
scorbutics during the long winter. 
One more article had been gathered, during those two 
or three days of uncertainty when the party knew not 
whether to push on, retreat, or camp. Peeschee himself 
had been the harvester, this time. He had brought in a 
large armful of a plant with thick, rough leaves, the 
under side being covered with a soft, brown, " fuzzy " sub- 
stance. When asked what it was, the Fox had replied, 
laconically, — 
" Tea." 
The others had laughed, and paid no more attention to 
Peeschee's harvest, supposing it to be some herb of medi- 
cinal qualities, used by the natives. The twigs and leaves 
were carefully preserved and dried by their finder, how- 
ever, and were now hanging, in several large bunches, to 
the rafters of the kitchen. 
To return to the Buttons' jolly breakfast table. There 
is as yet but little daylight. It is eight o'clock, and the 
sun is not above the mountain tops on the east. The little 
hut is lighted by two lamps, each made by floating a wick 
in a dish of bear's grease. Solomon had been aware, when 
he went bear-hunting, that this commodity abounded in 
bears at just that season, before they retired to their dens 
and hollow trees for the winter. 
A faint, yellowish light was already beginning to show 
