Hector and Louis were unwearied in supplying her with them.
Louis, ever fertile in expedients, crushed the cooling fruit and applied them to the sprained foot; rendering the application still more grateful by spreading them upon the large smooth leaves of the sapling oak; these he bound on with strips of the leathery bark of the moose-wood, _[FN: "_Dirca palustris_,"-- Moose-wood.

American mezereon, leather-wood.

From the Greek, _dirka_, a fountain or wet place, its usual place of growth.]_ which he had found growing in great abundance near the entrance of the ravine.

Hector, in the meantime, was not idle.
After having collected a good supply of ripe strawberries, he climbed the hills in search of birds' eggs and small game.

About noon he returned with the good news of having discovered a spring of fine water in an adjoining ravine, beneath a clump of bass-wood and black cherry-trees; he had also been so fortunate as to kill a woodchuck, having met with many of their burrows in the gravelly sides of the hills.