pbell till he is sick of it. Come, Mary, or we shall be keeping my
uncle waiting; come, Juno."

Emma's calling Juno to follow her, reminds me that I have not yet
introduced the dogs to my little readers, and as they will have to play
their parts in our history, I may as well do so at once. Captain
Sinclair, it may be remembered, had procured five dogs for Mr. Campbell
from the officers of the fort,--two terriers, which were named Trim and
Snob; Trim was a small dog and kept in the house, but Snob was a very
powerful bull-terrier, and very savage; a fox-hound bitch, the one which
Emma had just called Juno; Bully, a very fine young bull-dog, and
Sancho, an old pointer. At night, these dogs were tied up: Juno in the
store-house; Bully and Snob at the door of the house within the
palisade; Trim in doors, and old Sancho at the lodge of Malachi Bone,
where the cows were put in at night. Mr. Campbell found it rather
expensive at first feeding these dogs, but as soon as Martin and his
companions brought home game, there was always plenty for them all. They
were all very sharp and high-couraged dogs, for they had been born in
the fort and had been brought up to hunting every kind of game
indiscriminately; and I need hardly add that they were excellent
watch-dogs, and considered by Mr. Campbell as a great protection. For
the next two days, the family remained rather unsettled; there was so
much news in the newspapers; so many recollections brought up by their
perusal; so much to talk about and discuss, that very little work was
done. The weather, however, was now becoming much colder, and, for the
last two days the sun had not shone. The sky was of one uniform, murky,
solemn gray; and every thing announced that the winter was close at
hand. Martin, who had been hunting, when he came home bid them prepare
for an immediate change in the weather, and his prediction was speedily
verified.

CHAPTER XV.

It was on the Saturday evening, when they had all assembled round the
fire, for it was more cold than it had hitherto been, that the moaning
of the wind among the trees of the forest announced a gale of wind from
the northward.

"We shall have it soon," observed Martin, "winter mostly comes in with a
gale."

"Yes; and this appears as if it would be a strong gale," replied Alfred.
"Hark! how the boughs of the trees are sawing and cracking against each
other."

"I reckon we may get our snow-shoes out of the store-house, J