Our Little Canadian Cousin

ng. When his mother opened her eyes a little later, she found him

leep," he said, leaning o

, Jackie-boy?" Mr

s,-yet," he answered,

a sigh, for she firmly believed that her boy, with his vivid imag

ce), a cooking-place was soon made, and a bright fire inviting to preparations for breakfast. The device for cooking consisted of two strong upright sticks with forked tops, and a heavy horizontal pole resting upon them. On this pole two p

benches were among the furniture which Doctor Grey and Mr. Merrithew had planned to make; until their construction, they were glad to group themselves, picnic-fashion, around a table-cloth on the ground. The way that breakfast was disposed of showed that the true camp appetites had begun already to assert themselves. Porridge

tching of a rope from one pole to another, about a foot from the ridge-pole. This last arrangement proved most useful, all the garments not in use being hung over it, so that the chaperons' tent, at least, was kept in good order. The gentlemen busied themselves in building the promised table and seats. Mr. Andrews had told them to make use of anything they wanted on his island, so the twins had h

ts. When he found that he had built his house too near the shore, and that April brought water, ice, and debris of many sorts knocking at his doors and battering in his windows, he promptly, if ruefully, abandoned it to time and the elements. It might, long ago, have been so arranged and protected as to make it a very pleasant summer residence, but, instead, it was now used only for a week or two in haying-time, when the haymakers slept and ate in its basement,-for this quaint little house had a basement, with a kitchen, dining-room,

ooms, one on each side of the hall. Each had a fine, deep fireplace, and in one were two old-fashioned wooden armch

to play keeping-house he

Marjorie! Let us pretend it is ours,

fervently, and soon the little girls w

, persuasively, and Katherine

ke a child here, and could p

s," said Will. "Let us have this for the study,-shall we?-a

d delight of the latter couple when they caught a word or two of their murmured conversation. Up-stairs were four rather small rooms with

st, a piano in the last stage of decrepitude, but still a piano. Its rosewood frame had been whittled, chopped, and generally ill-treated, and more than half its yellow keys were gone, but oh, wonder of wo

ring about it, lively voices proc

lay," said Dora, hastily, turning to Mr. Graham

ired. Mr. Merrithew had met some Indians that afternoon, when they were out paddling, and had bought a salmon from them. This had led to a conversation about salmon-spearing, and the Indians had promised to come the following night, and sho

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(wherein figured a dragon, an enchanted princess, and a deaf-and-dumb knight) was so absorbing that there was a general protest when he stopped. But the romancer was quite relentless, and his next neighbour had to continue as best he could. Even Jackie contributed some startling incidents to the narrative, and when at last Mrs. Grey ended it with the time-honoured (and just at present, most unfortunately, out-of-fashion!) assurance that they all, even the dragon, "lived happy ever after," there was a burst of laughter and applause. Then some one began to sing, and one after another the dear old songs rose through th

y pitch our

arch near

iness. (The salmon-spear is a long ash shaft, with two wooden prongs and a metal barb between them. The spearing of salmon, by the way, is restricted by law to the Indians, and any white man who undertakes it is liable to a fine.) Sticking up in the bow of each canoe was a torch, made of a roll of birch-bark fastened in the end of a split stick. The red-gold flare of these torches threw a crimson reflection on the dark water, and shone on the yellow sides of the birches, and the intent, dusky faces of the fishermen watching for their prey. Slowly, silently, they paddled up the stream, till at last the silvery sid

eat that salmon t

the same, it's no fun to see things kill

Mrs. Ewing's, said that never in all her life had she had such a beautiful time. Katherine Covert, with life-long friends to "remember camp by," and all sorts of happy possibilities in her once gray life, bore the same testimony with more, if

ith them hearty appetites, delightful recollections, and inex

s. Merrithew. Also, according to Mrs. Merrithew's plans, to have a little real home life and happiness,-for Katherine had been an orphan since her childhood, and for five years had taught school steadily, although it was wo