y of food; thanking themselves rather than the
Giver of all good. How many thousands are there who have been supplied
with more than they require from their cradle down to their grave,
without any grateful feeling towards Heaven; considering the butcher and
baker as their providers, and the debt cancelled as soon as the bills
are paid. How different must be the feeling of the poor cottager, who
is uncertain whether his labour may procure him and his family a meal
for the morrow, who often suffers privation and hunger, and, what is
more painful, witnesses the sufferings of those he loves. How earnest
must be his prayer when he cries, `Give us this day our daily bread.'"

This conversation had a very strong effect upon the party, and when they
retired to rest, which they did shortly after, they laid their heads
upon their pillows not only with resignation, but with thankfulness for
the mercies which had been vouchsafed to them, and felt that in the
wilderness, they were under the eye of a watchful and gracious
Providence.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

ATTACKED BY A WOLF.

On the Monday morning, Alfred and Martin went to the cow-house, and
slaughtered the bullock which they had obtained from the commandant of
the fort. When it was skinned it was cut up, and carried to the
store-house, where it was hung up for their winter consumption.

As the party were sitting down to dinner, they were greeted by Captain
Sinclair and a young lieutenant of the garrison. It hardly need be said
that the whole family were delighted to see them. They had come
overland in their snow-shoes, and brought some partridges, or grouse, as
they are some times called, which they had shot on their way. Captain
Sinclair had obtained leave from the commandant to come over and see how
the Campbells were getting on. He had no news of any importance, as
they had had no recent communication with Quebec or Montreal; all was
well at the fort, and Colonel Forster had sent his compliments, and
begged, if he could be useful, that they would let him know. Captain
Sinclair and his friend sat down to dinner, and talked more than they
ate, asking questions about everything.

"By-the-bye, Mr Campbell, where have you built your pigsties?"

"Inside the palisade, next to the fowl-house."

"That is well," replied Captain Sinclair, "for otherwise you may be
troubled by the wolves, who are very partial to pork or mutton."

"We _have_ been troubled with them," re