llowed was terrible. The savages were roused to a state of frenzy,
and for a moment the white men feared an attack, but the anger of the
Indians was altogether directed against their dead comrade, who had been
disliked by his people, while his poor victim Laroche had been a
universal favourite. Seizing the body of Darkeye, they carried it down
to the banks of the river, hooting and yelling as they went; hacked and
cut it nearly to pieces, and then, kindling a large fire, they threw the
mangled corpse into it, and burned it to ashes.

It was long before the shadow of this dark cloud passed away from Fort
Erie; and it was longer still before poor Marie recovered her wonted
cheerfulness. But the presence of Mr Wilson did much to comfort her.
Gradually time softened the pang and healed the wound.

And now, little remains to be told. Winter passed away and spring came,
and when the rivers and lakes were sufficiently free from ice, the
brigade of boats left Fort Erie, laden with furs, for the sea-coast.

On arriving at Lake Winnipeg, Jasper obtained a small canoe, and,
placing his wife and Heywood in the middle of it, he and Arrowhead took
the paddles, seated themselves in the bow and stern, and guided their
frail bark through many hundreds of miles of wilderness--over many a
rough portage, across many a beautiful lake, and up many a roaring
torrent, until, finally, they arrived in Canada.

Here Jasper settled. His farm prospered--his family increased. Sturdy
boys, in course of time, ploughed the land and blooming daughters tended
the dairy. Yet Jasper Derry did not cease to toil. He was one of those
men who _feel_ that they were made to work, and that much happiness
flows from working. He often used to say that if it was God's will, he
would "like to die in harness."

Jasper's only weakness was the pipe. It stuck to him and he stuck to it
to the last. Marie, in course of time, came to tolerate it, and
regularly filled it for him every night.

Evening was the time when the inmates of Erie Cottage (as their
residence was named) enjoyed themselves most; for it was then that the
stalwart sons and the blooming daughters circled round the great fire of
wood that roared, on winter nights, up the chimney; and it was then that
Jasper received his pipe from his still good-looking, though rather
stout, Marie, and began to spin yarns about his young days. At this
time, too, it was, that the door would frequently open, a