tty had brought along. Jean was glad of this rest, for
notwithstanding the training she had received, she was quite weary.
She was most thankful when that evening Sam halted by the side of a
little brook, unslung his pack and laid it upon the snow.

"Yut-ku-lo-wut," he said.

"What does that mean?" Jean asked.

"Good camp-place."

Then he turned to his wife.

"Mu-tu-o-to," he said, which the girl knew as the order to build a
fire. She was pleased that she understood this command, and it
encouraged her to continue the study of the native language.

While Kitty, with Jean's assistance, gathered some dry wood, and
lighted the fire, Sam erected a lean-to. Thus by the time darkness
enshrouded the land they were ready for the night. It was good to lie
down and rest after the march of the day, and Jean soon feel asleep.

Thus for several days they continued their journey, travelling by easy
stages. Jean was more accustomed now to the trail, and the stiffness
of the first two days had worn away. It was welcome news to her,
however, when Sam one night told her that by sundown on the morrow they
should be at the big river, the Wu-las-tukw.

"Oh, I am so glad," she fervently replied. Once on the noble St. John
it would seem almost home.

The next day they passed through a wonderful forest of great white
pines. Never had Jean seen anything like them. They were as straight
as arrows, and their tops seemed to her to reach the clouds drifting
overhead. Ere long she noticed that many of them bore the axe blaze,
and examining more closely, she saw the form of a broad arrow cut deep
into the bark. "What is that?" she asked.

"King George arrow," Sam explained. "All King George tree," and he
waved his hand in an eloquent gesture. "White man cut'm bimeby."

"Oh, I know," Jean exclaimed as she recalled what Dane had told her.
"These are for masts for the King's navy, are they not?"

"A-ha-ha."

"Are there mast-cutters near here?"

"Off dere," and Sam motioned westward.

"Will we see them?"

"No see'm now. Bimeby, mebbe."

"Where are they?"

Sam stopped, stooped and with his forefinger made two parallel lines in
the snow several inches apart.

"A-jem-sek," he said, touching the nearer line. "Wu-las-tukw," and he
touched the other. He next placed his finger between the two. "White
man here," he explained. "Plenty King George tree."

"Is A-jem-sek a river?" Jean asked.

"A-ha-ha."

"Will we soon