state, and would require instant attention. As I got near
I saw that the horse was held by the bridle, which the man on the ground
was still grasping in his hand. This gave me some hope that the person
was still alive.

I urged on my poor steed, who could scarcely move through the thick
snow. At length, on reaching the man and horse, a glance showed me that
the man was Pat Casey!

Throwing myself out of my saddle, and kneeling down by his side, I had
the satisfaction of discovering that he still breathed, though he was
apparently perfectly unconscious. His horse was almost as far gone, and
I saw was unable to carry him.

My first thought was to get poor Pat to the fire and give him some food.
Exerting all my strength, I accordingly lifted him on to my saddle,
and, holding him there as well as I could, I set off to return to my
camp. His horse followed mine, so that there was no necessity to lead
it.

Though the distance was not great, it took me a long time to perform it,
and I was greatly afraid that he would expire before I could give him
some food, and restore the circulation in his veins. Hurrying on as
fast as I could make my horse move, we at last reached the hut, before
which the fire was still burning. I brought my horse close to the
entrance, when, lowering Pat down off the saddle, I dragged him inside,
for I had not sufficient strength to carry him; indeed, I had found it a
hard matter to get him into the saddle.

The first thing I did was to examine his brandy flask, but found it
empty. I would have given much for a small portion just then. I next
took some of the roasted lynx meat, which I applied to his mouth, and
squeezed all the juice out of it down his throat.

The slight quantity of nourishment he thus swallowed, with the warmth of
the hut, had a beneficial effect, and he, opening his eyes, seemed to
recognise me, though he could not speak. This encouraged me to
persevere in my efforts to restore him. I got off his shoes and
stockings and rubbed his feet; then warming the stockings at the fire, I
again put them on. I applied friction also to the palms of his hands
and to his chest.

While I was thus employed, I saw his horse, which had followed us,
approach the hut. It struck me that there was something very like a pot
hanging from the saddle. I rushed out and caught the animal, when, to
my delight, I discovered our saucepan, with a tin mug, which Pat at our
last encampment had pr