as she was advised, and Tony at the same time
setting up a loud shriek and hallo, and shaking his stick, the bear was
so astonished that he turned round and waddled off. Once or twice he
looked back, but Tony's shout made him hasten away faster than before.
Thus it will be seen, that though there are bears in Canada, they are
not much to be dreaded.

In a short time Mary and her companion arrived at the clearing. She
inquired anxiously who was the sufferer, for she knew that it might be
her own father as likely as any one else.

"It is John Kemp, he is there in the hut," was the answer.

"Bless you, Miss Mary," said Michael Hale, when he saw her come to
assist his friend; "but I'm afraid that help comes too late. The best
surgeon in the land couldn't cure him."

Poor John Kemp lay in a corner of the unfinished hut on a bed of spruce
fir tops, a fire lighted near to give him some warmth. He was moaning
and complaining of the cold. He had been cut by his axe as the tree
fell, which at the same time crushed one of his legs and hurt his side.
Mary bound up the wound more carefully than it had been done, and
fomented his side; but she saw that she could do no more, and advised
his being carried home at once. No surgeon was to be found nearer than
forty miles. One had been sent for, but it was very doubtful if he
could come. A litter of boughs was at once formed, and poor John,
wrapped up in buffalo robes, was at once placed on it, and Michael and
Rob Hale, and other members of the bee, undertook to carry him home. He
thanked his friends, and Mary in particular, but told them that he was
sure he should never get there. He did, however; but those who carried
him saw, as they drew near his cottage, that something was wrong.
Michael sent Tony on to ask. Tony came back shaking his head: some one
had told Mrs Kemp, in a hurry, that her husband was killed. The shock
was too great for one in her weak state. Just before her husband was
brought home, she had died, giving birth to a tenth child, "God's will
be done," whispered John Kemp, when he heard of his wife's death, "He
will take care of our poor orphan children."

Before the night was over John himself had rejoined his wife in another
world. His prayer was heard, and his faith in God's love rewarded. A
meeting of all the settlers was called. Mr Landon proposed raising a
subscription for the orphans. "That is not wanted," said Michael Hale,
"I will take char