cival and John were of great use, and even
Mrs Campbell and the girls assisted collecting the remainder of the
snow, and clearing it off the window-sills and other parts. By noon the
snow left off falling, the sky cleared up, and the sun shone bright,
although it gave out but little warmth.

After dinner they renewed their labours, and commenced clearing away a
path to the lodge, where the cows were locked in, and before nightfall
they had accomplished their task as far as the bridge over the stream,
which was about half-way.

It had been a day of great fatigue, and they were glad to retire to
rest. Mrs Campbell and the girls had put an additional supply of
blankets and skins upon the beds, for the cold was now intense, and the
thermometer stood far below the freezing point.

The following morning they resumed their task; the sky was still
unclouded, and the sun shone out clear and bright. By dinnertime the
path to the cow-house had been completed; and the men then employed
themselves in carrying as much firewood as they could, before it was
dark, within the palisades.

"Well," observed Alfred, "now things may go on as usual within doors;
and what have we to do out, Martin?"

"You must first get on your snow-shoes, and learn to walk in them,"
observed Martin; "or, otherwise, you'll be a prisoner as well as the
ladies. You see, John, you're not at Malachi's lodge."

"Go to-morrow," replied John.

"No; not to-morrow, for I must go with you," said Martin; "I cannot
trust you for finding your way; and I cannot go to-morrow nor the next
day either. We must kill our beef to-morrow; there's no fear but it
will keep all the winter now, and we shall save our hay."

"My larder is but poorly furnished," observed Mrs Campbell.

"Never mind, ma'am, we'll soon have something in it, which will save our
beef. In another week you shall have it well stocked."

"John," said Mr Campbell, "recollect you must not go away without
Martin."

"I won't," replied John.

All the game in the larder having been consumed, they sat down to
salt-pork and some of the fish which had been cured. The latter was
pronounced to be excellent.

"What is the name of this fish, Martin?"

"It is called the white-fish," replied Martin, "and I have heard gentry
from the old country say that they have none better, if any so good."

"It is certainly most excellent," replied Mr Campbell, "and we will not
forget to have a good provision for next