"All off now, and' we'll hev' supper.

Thar's a fine spring under yon curly birch, an' I fetched along a leg of deer-meat.

Hungry, little 'un ?" He had worked hard all day steering the rafts, yet Nell had seen him smiling at her many times during the journey, and he had found time before the early start to arrange for her a comfortable seat.

There was now a solicitude in the frontiersman's voice that touched her.
"I am famished," she replied, with her bright smile.

"I am afraid I could eat a whole deer." They all climbed the sandy slope, and found themselves on the summit of an oval island, with a pretty glade in the middle surrounded by birches.