Their fathers were both brave hardy men, accustomed to every sort of danger and privation; they were able to take care of themselves.

Yes, he was sure they were not far off; it was this unlucky storm coming on that had prevented them from meeting.
"To-morrow, ma chere, will be a glorious day after the storm; it will be a joyful one too, we shall go out with Wolfe, and he will find his master, and then--oh, yes! I dare say my dear father will be with yours.
They will have taken good heed to the track, and we shall soon see our dear mothers and chere petite Louise." The storm lasted till past midnight, when it gradually subsided, and the poor wanderers glad to see the murky clouds roll off, and the stars peep forth among their broken masses; but they were reduced to a pitiful state, the hurricane having beaten down their little hut, and their garments were drenched with rain.

However, the boys made a good fire with some bark and boughs they had in store; there were a few sparks in their back log unextinguished, and this they gladly fanned up into a blaze, with which they dried their wet clothes, and warmed themselves.
The air was now cool almost to chilliness, and for some days the weather remained unsettled, and the sky overcast with clouds, while the lake presented a leaden hue, crested with white mimic waves.
They soon set to work to make another hut, and found close to the head of the ravine a great pine uprooted, affording them large pieces of bark, which proved very serviceable in thatching the sides of the hut.
The boys employed themselves in this work, while Catharine cooked the fish they had caught the night before, with a share of which old Wolfe seemed to be mightily well pleased.

After they had breakfasted, they all went up towards the high table-land above the ravine, with Wolfe, to look round in hope of getting sight of their friends from Cold Springs, but though they kept an anxious look out in every direction, they returned, towards evening, tired and hopeless.

Hector had killed a red squirrel, and a partridge which Wolfe "treed,"-- that is, stood barking at the foot of the tree in which it had perched,--and the supply of meat was a seasonable change.