g, old Liz--ver stranch."

Having finished the filling of his "moder's" pipe and lighted it for
her, Herr Winklemann arose and followed his friend Michel out of the
hut.

Let us look at another picture.

It is a pair of cottages close to each other, and about a stone's cast
from the farm at Willow Creek. The buildings are new, and much alike in
form and size. There are well-tilled fields around, and fat cattle and
a few sheep. The insides of these mansions have not much to boast of in
the way of ornament, but there is enough to display the influence, the
good taste, and the refinement of woman.

Immediately after the abating of the waters Ian Macdonald and Louis
Lambert set to work to build these houses, and you may be sure they were
not long about it, for the tyrannical old father-in-law elect not only
compelled them to take down the barn on the lawn before the weddings,
but also to build houses for their brides.

And after the knots were tied and the dance on the lawn at Willow Creek
was over, and the happy couples were fairly established in their own
homes, they kept open house for a long time, and interchanged
innumerable visits between Bearclaw Cottage, (that was Ian's), and
Hunter's Lodge, (that was Lambert's), and the Ark on Ararat, (that was
the house of Angus), and Willow Creek, insomuch that Tony was heard one
day to inform Miss Trim confidentially that he found it difficult to
tell where he lived, or which was his proper home--and Miss Trim
confessed that she was in much the same condition of mind.

"What an amazing time we have passed through!" said Miss Trim, referring
to the flood, at one of their social gatherings.

"Yes," said Victor hastily, for he knew that Miss Trim was on the point
of delivering one of her parenthetical and pointless orations, "it was
indeed an amazing time! Such boating on the plains, and such camping
out! To say nothing of tumbling into the water and being half drowned."

"By the way," asked Ian, "was not poor John Flett nearly drowned about
the beginning of the flood?"

"Of course he was," said Mr Ravenshaw, "and if it had not been for your
father he and his family would have been lost altogether. Is not that
so, Angus?"

"Well, it iss droont he would have been in all probabeelity," said
Angus, "for he was on the wrong road when I met him, an' he couldn't
find the right wan, whatever. Shon Flett iss a good man, but he iss
also foolish. You see, when the watter