"The fawn was so little fearful, that if I had had a stick in my hand, I could have killed it .-- I came within ten yards of the spot where it stood.

I know it would be easy to catch one by making a dead-fall." _[A sort of trap in which game is taken in the woods, or on the banks of creeks.]_ "If we had but a dear fawn to frolic about us, like Mignon, dear innocent Mignon," cried Catharine, "I should never feel lonely then." "And we should never want for meat, if we could catch a fine fawn from time to time, ma belle." "Hec., what are you thinking of ?" "I was thinking, Louis, that If we were doomed to remain here all our lives, we must build a house for ourselves; we could not live in the open air without shelter as we have done.

The summer will soon pass, and the rainy season will come, and the bitter frosts and snows of winter will have to be provided against." "But, Hector, do you really think there is no chance of finding our way back to Cold Springs?
We know it must be behind this lake," said Louis.
"True, but whether east, west, or south, we cannot tell; and whichever way we take now is but a chance, and if once we leave the lake and get involved in the mazes of that dark forest, we should perish, for we know there is neither water nor berries, nor game to be had as there is here, and we might be soon starved to death.

God was good who led us beside this fine lake, and upon these fruitful plains." "It is a good thing that I had my axe when we started from home," said Hector.

"We should not have been so well off without it; we shall find the use of it if we have to build a house.