my young friends.

Harry felt strangely--more strangely than he had ever felt before. As
he walked back to the cabin everything seemed to have assumed a new
appearance. Somehow the trees did not look as they used to look. He
saw through a different medium. His being seemed to have undergone a
change. He could not account for it; perhaps he did not try.

He entered the cabin; and, without dropping the train of thought which
Julia's presence suggested, he busied himself in making the place more
comfortable. He shook up the straw, and made his bed, stuffed dried
grass into the chinks and crannies in the roof, fastened the door up
with some birch withes, and replaced some of the stones of the chimney
which had fallen down. This work occupied him for nearly two hours,
though, so busy were his thoughts, they seemed not more than half an
hour.

He had scarcely finished these necessary repairs before he heard the
light step of her who fed him, as Elijah was fed by the ravens, for it
seemed like a providential supply. She saw him at the door of the
cabin; and she no longer dallied with a walk, but ran with all her
might.

"O, Harry, I am so glad!" she cried, out of breath, as she handed him
a little basket, whose contents were carefully covered with a piece of
brown paper.

"Glad of what, Julia?" asked Harry, smiling from sympathy with her.

"I have heard all about it; and I am so glad you are a good boy!"
exclaimed she, panting like a pretty fawn which had gamboled its
breath away.

"About what?"

"Father has seen and talked with--who was he?"

Harry laughed. How could he tell whom her father had seen and talked
with? He was not a magician.

"The man that owned the dog, and the horse and the boat."

"O! George Leman," replied Harry, now deeply interested in the little
maiden's story. "Where did he see him?"

"Over at the store. But I have brought you some dinner; and while you
are eating it, I will tell you all about it. Come, there is a nice big
rock--that shall be your table."

Julia, full of excitement, seized the basket, and ran to the rock, a
little way from the cabin. Pulling off half a dozen great oak leaves
from a shrub, she placed them on the rock.

"Here is a piece of meat, Harry, on this plate," she continued,
putting it on an oak leaf; "here is a piece of pie; here is some bread
and butter; here is cheese; and here is a piece of cold apple pudding.
There! I forgot the sauce."

"Never mind the s