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pace. But lie could not keep it up, and as the 
shadows deepened, the wolves appeared holder, 
their sharp bark resounding through the forest, and 
Daisy cried, “ 0 ! Jack, two great ugly dogs are 
following us.”—“What shall I do,” thought poor 
Jack, “ I could easily climb a tree, but I can’t leave 
little Daisy. “Why 1 she is the very apple of the 
captain’s eye. No, I’ll fight the wolves as long as I 
can.” Drawins: from his basket the beefsteak got 
for breakfast. Jack threw it far behind, which sat¬ 
isfied the wolves temporarily, and sped on with his 
burden. But the pat, pat, of the horrible foot¬ 
steps soon sounded behind them again, as the ani¬ 
mals, with their appetites only whetted by the mor¬ 
sel, came on all the more furious. The Sunday din¬ 
ner followed the breakfaSt, but the basket with all 
its contents proved only a “ sop to Cerberus,” while 
Daisy, now too frightened to speak or cry, clasped 
the boy tighter and tighter around the neck. 
“I can’t hold out much longer,” thought Jack, 
and he was just seizing a large branch, determined 
to sell his life as dearly as possible, when right be¬ 
fore him appeared a huge black object, Ben’s 
bear trap, and just as one wolf made a spring at wee 
Daisy, he turned suddenly, beat the animal back 
with the branch, and with a rush darted right into 
the dark box. It fell with a crash, and the in¬ 
furiated wolves snapped and snarled with rage and 
disappointment outside. Panting, and almost 
fainting. Jack sank on the cold ground, while 
Daisy, still shuddering at the ugly, hungry faces 
pressed against the wire sides of their cage, asked 
piteously, “oh ! Jack, can’tthey reach us?”—“No 
Daisy, we are safe from the wolves,” said Jack, 
though he added under his breath, “ but unless 
help comes soon we shall freeze to death : ” for it 
had turned bitter cold. If Jack lives to be an old 
man, he will never forget ‘ that night. How the 
wind whistled through the trees, and the snow fell 
heavily, banking up the trap. He wrapped Daisy 
in his jacket, sang her to sleep, and trying to keep 
himself warm with a blanket of newspapers, he 
moved about in the narrow space, until the drowsy 
numbness that precedes freezing forced him to lie 
down, half conscious he might never awake again. 
It was nearly midnight, and Ben the trapper sat 
by his cabin fire, enjoying a pipe before retiring, 
and his old yellow dog “Bags,” eurled up in a fox 
skiu by his side. “ Well 1 Rags, old boy, I think it 
is time we were turnin’ in for the night,” he had 
just remarked, when a low tap made the dog prick 
up his ears. “ Who can that be !” cried the trapper, 
crossing to open the door, and starting back as he 
confronted a dark Indian face, that looked ashy in 
the fire light.—“Ogla !” he exclaimed, “ what is it, 
anything wrong at the fort ? ”—“ Miss Daisy ! the 
captain’s leetle pale-face Daisy I I can’t find her !” 
gasped the man.—“ What 1 Daisy Carlton lost, this 
winter night ? ” asked Ben.—“ Yes, I tell her wait 
by lake. I go smoke, drink with Reservation In¬ 
dians, I eome back, no Miss Daisy! Oh ! Ogla’fraid 
to go home and meet captain’s eye.”—“No won¬ 
der,” growled Ben, “and there’s no time to be 
lost! These Injuns are never to be trusted!” 
Hastily drawing on a great coat, taking his rifle, 
and lighting a lantern, he was ready to set forth, 
accompanied by Rags, who ran ahead, leaping 
gaily through the drifts. Almost in silence the two 
men waded through the deep snow towards Moose 
Lake, occasionally shouting, in hopes of a response. 
“I fear she is hurried under adrift,” said Ben at 
last: but just then a loud, joyful barking from 
Rags attracted their attention. “ I declare, if that 
’ere dog ain’t a diggin’ at the bar-trap, and I believe 
there’s a bar in it,” and he hurried in that direc¬ 
tion. Sure enough the box had fallen, and Rags 
was scratching round it with might and main. “ I 
must have a peep, if I’m shot for it! ” said the old 
man in great excitement, lifting his lantern and 
peering through the wires ; but at the first look he 
almost fell back in the snow, as he cried, “ If there 
ain’t them blessed babes in the woods, safe and 
sound in old Ben’s bar-trap ! ”—A loud whoop of 
joy from Ogla rent the air, and then both lifted the 
heavy box, and gently raised the two children 
from their cold resting place. Daisy awoke bright 
and well, and so surprised to find herself out in tlie 
woods in Ogla’s arms ; but old Ben shook his head 
sorrowfully, as he laid the still unconscious Jack 
by his cabin fire, and tried to rub a little warmth 
into his stiffened limbs but it was long before the 
boy opened his eyes, and came slowly back to life. 
“ Another half hour and he would ’a bin froze 
deader than a door-nail,” said Ben. 
Meanwhile AValtham was in a high state of ex¬ 
citement. The news that the captain’s daugh¬ 
ter was lost soon spread, and soldiers were 
sent scouring the country for miles around. To¬ 
ward morning they were met by Mr. Spencer and 
his men, who informed them that Jack was also 
missing. The wolf tracks and the torn basket 
made them fear the worst, as they returned finally 
to the fort, and it was a sad company that the sun 
rose upon after the storm. The joy, then, can be 
better imagined than described when Ogla came 
straggling into' camp, bearing his little golden¬ 
haired mistress in his arms, and it was a triumph¬ 
ant procession that marched out to Ben’s log cabin, 
and held a perfect ovation over the young hero. 
who received them in state, reclining on the great 
bear skin, the trapper’s greatest pride and delight, 
with grandma by his side, sobbing and laughing 
over her precious boy, and who would hardly re¬ 
sign her place for a moment to Captain Carlton and 
his wife when they came with overflowing gratitude 
to express in broken words their thanks to the 
noble lad, whom they felt they could never repay. 
The big bear still wanders at large, but Ben seems 
quite satisfied, and is never weary of telling of 
Jack’s thrilling adventure with the wolves, and 
how “two pretty cubs were caught in a bar-trap.” 
The Mangrove Tree. 
The Mangrove is a small tree found on our far 
southern shores, which throws out roots from the 
main stem, and forms a dense hedge along the 
shore. The trees are found most flourishing 
between the high and low water mark, and their 
trunks are covered with water part of the time. 
Once when at Guaymas, on the Gulf of California, 
we went with an excursion to a small island near 
the port, and a part of our entertainment was the 
oysters growing in great abundance attached to the 
Mangrove trees which lined the shore. Roots like 
those of the Banyan and Mangrove are called 
“ serial ” or air roots. Those that reach the gi’ound 
help nourish the tree. In some plants they aid the 
stem in clinging to the bark of trees, walls, etc. 
The European Ivy, the Trumpet Creeper, and the 
Poison Ivy, all have an abundance of such roots 
along their stems. The stalks of Indian Corn 
send out roots from several of their lower joints, 
as you will find by examining them. These reach 
out into the soil and help the stalk to resist heavy 
winds. They are called “ brace ” or “ stay ” roots. 
Except in size, they are much like the roots of the 
celebrated Mangrove,shown in the engraving below. 
Games for Winter Evenings. 
“Oranges or Lemons,” or “London Bells,” is a 
game that will often cause considerable sport for 
a party of young people. Two of the tallest play¬ 
ers are chosen, who join hands and hold them up 
to form an arch. The rest of the company take 
hold of each other’s dresses or coats, and march 
one after the other beneath the arch, singing in 
chorus: “Oranges and lemons, say the bells of 
St. Clement's.—You owe me five farthings ; say the 
bells of St. Martin’s.—When will you pay me ? say 
the bells of Old Bailey.—When I grow rich; say 
the bells of Shoreditch.—When will that be ? say 
the bells of Stepney.—I do not know, says the great 
bell of Bow.—Here comes a candle to light you to 
bed.—And here comes a chopper, to chop off the 
last, last, last man’s head.” 
The last one in the line being cut off by the de¬ 
scent of the arms forming the arch, is asked wheth¬ 
er oranges or lemons are preferred, and according 
to the answer is sent to the right or left corner' of 
the room. This is repeated until all heads are off, 
wheti the oranges and lemons have a tug of war. 
The contestants clasp each other around the waist, 
the foremost players of each party grasp hands, 
and all puli with might and main. That party 
wins which brings the other over to its side of the 
room. The war tug may well be confined to the 
boys of the party, the girls looking on and cheer¬ 
ing their respective sides. This play is also best 
adapted to uncarpeted floors. 
MT lady’s toilet 
Somewhat resembles the old game of “ Stage 
Coach.” Each player takes the name of some arti¬ 
cle of the toilet—as a comb, brush, ear-ring, hand¬ 
kerchief, hair-pin, etc.—and a chosen lady’s maid 
stands in the center, and calls for whatever her 
lady is supposed to require. The person repre¬ 
senting the desired article must jump up imme¬ 
diately and go through the motions of using it, as 
brushing hair, or tying a bow; or else pay a forfeit 
for negligence. Occasionally the maid declares, 
“My lady wants her whole toilet,” when all the 
