ebby's
thoughts traveled away to the dainties of the Hortons' cupboard, but
she said to herself that the "spider cake," as the corn-cake was called,
especially when eaten in the woods with freshly broiled salmon, would
taste far better than the jellies and preserved fruits of the Hortons.
Rebby could not forget Mrs. Horton's scorn of the liberty pole.

The Westons were up at an early hour the next morning. The sun was just
showing itself above the tops of the tall pines when the family sat down
to their simple breakfast. Anna wore her skirt of tanned deerskin,
moccasins, and her blouse of home-made flannel, while Rebecca's dress
was of stout cotton. Each of the girls wore round, turban-like hats.
Anna's was trimmed with the scarlet wings of a red bird, while Rebby's
had the white breast of a gull.

Mr. Weston wore deerskin breeches and moccasins and a flannel blouse. A
stout leather belt about his waist carried a couple of serviceable
knives, and he carried his musket, for the forest was filled with many
wild animals, and the settlers were always ready to protect themselves.

Rebby carried a basket that held the corn-cake, and a flint and steel
from which they would strike the spark for their noonday fire.

Anna ran along close beside her father, until the path narrowed so that
only one could walk, followed by the others. The air was cool and full
of the forest odors. Now and then birds flitted past them, and once or
twice Anna had a glimpse of startled rabbits, which she was sure were
Trit and Trot.

"If I could only catch one to give Luretta," she thought, "then she
would forgive me for taking the other rabbits," for Anna's thoughts were
often troubled because of the loss of Luretta's pets.

Mr. Weston stopped at one point to show his daughters an arrow marked on
a tall pine and pointing east. "That is to show the beginning of the
path to Chandler's River settlement," he explained. "The trail is so dim
that the woodsmen have blazed the trees to show the way. There is a good
store of powder and shot at Chandler's River," he added, a little
thoughtfully.

Rebby looked at the arrow, and afterward she had reason to remember her
father's words.

The mill at Kwapskitchwock Falls was not in use at the time of their
visit, and the mill workers were in Machias. But great booms of logs,
waiting to be sawed into lumber, lay all along the river banks.

The sun was high in the heavens when the little party came in sight