was yet stirring, or
the sight of an Indian carrying a white boy would have excited some
curiosity.

The doctor's sleepy assistant, who hastily answered Woodpecker's loud
rap on the door, rubbed his eyes and stared, but he had a wholesome awe
of such a visitor, and, making up the medicine, delivered it to Jem with
unusual speed.

The second Indian had disappeared on the way to the doctor's, and the
two strangely-matched companions immediately set out on their return
journey through the forest, which was rapidly traversed by Woodpecker,
and by four o'clock in the morning he set Jem down on the threshold of
his Father's door.

"Will you not stay and see how Mother is? Father would like to thank
you," said Jem.

"Not now," replied Woodpecker, taking with a grave and courteous smile
the small hand extended to him, "but say to my good white sister that
her Indian brother does not forget kindness and that Woodpecker will
return."

And as the farmer, roused by the sound of voices, opened the door, the
tall figure of the red man disappeared into the forest. Jem was made
happy by finding his Mother better when, after having explained matters
to his Father, he was carried in and placed on the bed beside her. And
after they were both recovered he had many a grand day's hunting with
the friendly and grateful Indian, who had taken a great liking for the
brave little lad, whom he ever afterwards caused his tribe to respect as
his English brother Jem.

CHAPTER FOUR.

IN THE COUNTRY, BY F GRAY SEVERNE.

Ducklings big and ducklings small,
This is how we feed them all--
Yellowbill and Featherbreast,
Speckletail, and all the rest:--

On sweet meal they dine and sup--
Oh, how fast they eat it up!
'Tis indeed a pretty sight--
Soon the bucket's empty quite.

"Quack!" when dinner is begun;
"Quack!" they say when it is done;
Though it wasn't known before,
"Quack's" a duckling's word for "more."

Then the pretty feathered things
Tuck their heads beneath their wings,
Just as if for rest inclined,
Quacking: "How well we have dined!"

Later on, at evening cool,
You will find them in the pool;
Yellowbill and Featherbreast,
Speckletail, and all the rest!

CHAPTER FIVE.

MY ENCOUNTER WITH A GRIZZLY, BY ARTHUR J DANIELS.

The winter had set in early, and with unusual severity, when I reached
Logville, the appropriate name given to the little mining camp which hid
itself