f grief as one recalls a horrid nightmare, and she
declared that another such winter, particularly if she were to be
deprived of Emily's society, would be unendurable.

But her objections were finally overcome. Emily was to go to school
and it was decided Bob should establish two new trails. One of these
he was to hunt himself, the other one Ed Matheson had agreed to hunt
on a profit-sharing basis. Dick Blake and Bill Campbell--a son of
Douglas Campbell--were to occupy adjoining trails, and the four to
work more or less in conjunction with one another.

Shad and Emily became fast friends at once. On pleasant afternoons she
would lead him away to explore the surrounding woods in search of wild
flowers, and after supper he would tell her fairy tales from Grimm,
but best of all she liked his stories from Greek and Roman mythology.

She, and the whole family, indeed, listened with rapt attention when
Shad related how Chronos attacked Uranos with a sickle, wounding and
driving Uranos from his throne; how from some of the drops that fell
from Uranos's wounds sprang giants, the forefathers of the wild
Indians; how from still other drops came the swift-footed Furies--the
three Erinnyes--who punished those who did wrong, and were the dread
of the wicked.

Thus the days passed quickly and pleasantly--even the occasional foggy
or rainy days, when Bob and his father worked indoors, and Bob, at
Emily's request, recounted very modestly his own adventures. Emily
particularly liked to have Bob tell of Ma-ni-ka-wan, an Indian maiden
who nursed him back to health after Sish-e-ta-ku-shin and
Moo-koo-mahn, Manikawan's father and brother, had found him
unconscious in the snow and carried him to their skin wigwam.

"Th' Nascaupees was rare kind t' me," Bob explained to Shad. "They
made me one o' th' tribe, Sishetakushin calls me his son, an' they
gives me an Indian name meanin' in our talk 'White Brother o' th'
Snow.' They were thinkin' I'd stop with un, an' they were wonderful
sorry when I leaves un t' come home with th' huskies. Manikawan were a
pretty maid--as pretty as ever I see."

"Were she as pretty as Bessie, now?" asked Emily slyly.

"Now, Emily, dear, don't go teasin' Bob," warned Mrs. Gray.

"I were just askin' he," said Emily; "he's so wonderful fond o'
Bessie."

"O' course he's fond o' Bessie, and so be all of us. Emily's speakin'
o' Bessie Black, sir," Mrs. Gray explained, to Shad. "She's Tom
Black's lass. Tom is th'