skinning the deer, in which operation I
assisted him. He then cut off several slices, which he wrapped up in
some large leaves and placed in my basket.

"Take the venison to your mother, and say that Kepenau sends it," he
observed.

"He has no mother," said Lily.

"Is he not your brother?" asked the Indian.

"No!" said Lily. "His mother was killed by the Redskins long, long
ago."

Lily at that time did not know that her own mother had been murdered
when mine was.

"You do not bear the red men any malice on that account, I trust?" said
Kepenau, turning to me.

"The Great Spirit tells us to forgive our enemies; and there are good
and bad Indians."

"You are a good Indian, I am sure," said Lily, looking up at him with
more confidence in her manner than she had before shown.

"I wish to become so," he said, smiling. "I have learned to love the
Great Spirit, and wish to obey him. But it is time for you to return
home. Wait until I have secured the flesh of the deer, and then I will
accompany you."

Kepenau quickly cut up the animal, and fastened the more valuable
portion's to the bough of a tree--out of the reach of the wolves--by
means of some lithe creepers which grew at hand; then loading himself
with as much of the venison as he could conveniently carry, he said, "We
will move on."

Having accompanied us to the edge of the forest, he bade us farewell.
"Should there be more wolves in the forest, they will not follow you
further than this," he said; "but if they do, remember that it will be
better to sacrifice some of the venison, than to allow them to overtake
you. Throw them a small bit at a time; and as in all likelihood they
will stop to quarrel over it, you will thus have time to escape."

I remembered the Indian's advice, although we did not need to practise
it on this occasion.

We reached home before dark, and greatly surprised Aunt Hannah with the
present of venison. She had, she told us, been very anxious at our
prolonged absence.

CHAPTER TWO.

GREENFORD SETTLEMENT--THE FLYING SQUIRRELS--MIKE LAFFAN AND TOM QUAMBO--
THEIR DOGS, YELP AND SNAP--A RACCOON-HUNT--MIKE HAVING SEEN A BEAR, WE
GO IN CHASE--OUR DOGS SCENT BRUIN--QUAMBO IN DANGER--THE BEAR IS KILLED,
AND QUAMBO RELEASED--WE RETURN TO THE HUT--THE LOGGING BEE--UNCLE
STEPHEN'S HOUSE--INDIAN SUMMER--MIKE LAFFAN'S CREMONA--THE NIGHT ATTACK
OF THE WOLVES--WE DETERMINE TO GO LUMBERING FOR THE WINTER--MIKE AND I
GO ON AHEAD--UNCL