The difficult lessons on the use of snow-shoes took up day after day, until weary but at last eager he followed her tireless little figure far into the more remote woods.

"What's that ?" he said.
"I wanted you to see it, John." It was an old log cabin.

"That's where the first James Penhallow lived.

Uncle Jim keeps it from tumbling to pieces, but it's no use to anybody." "The first Penhallow," said John.

"It must be very old." "Oh! I suppose so--I don't know--ask Uncle Jim.