ARROW. (_See p._ 158.)]

Buried alive! Buried in a dungeon in which there was hardly room to
turn. The situation is too dreadful for pen to describe. He sank on the
soft damp mould of the floor and gave himself up to despair. And thus
hours went past.

Hitherto there had not been a sound, but now the impatient yelping of
the faithful hounds told him they had begun to appreciate the terrible
danger of the master.

The rest of the story may be told in a very few words. Vogel did nothing
but run about wild with grief, and made the rocks around her echo the
sounds of her grief. Zimmerman set himself to work to dig the master
out. But alas! solid stone and lime were too much for even his strong
little limbs. But where was the wise and thoughtful Zadkiel? Gone. He
turned up some hours after at his master's house, and his strange
behaviour soon caused the servants to follow him into the deep forest
and straight to the old ruin.

Morning had dawned ere the hunter, more dead than alive, was extricated
from his living grave. His first act as soon as he recovered was to
return thanks to Him who had delivered him, his next to embrace his
faithful dogs.

ARION.

LITTLE MARGARET'S KITCHEN, AND WHAT SHE DID IN IT.--IX.

_By_ PHILLIS BROWNE, _Author of "A Year's Cookery," "What Girls can Do,"
&c._

"I wonder what we shall do to-day, Mary?" said Margaret, as the two
children stood by the kitchen table waiting for the next lesson.

"I don't know," said Mary; "but I fancy we are to learn something about
fat, for I heard mistress giving orders to put the fat ready for us. And
there it is. Don't you see all those pieces of fat on the dish?"

"Well, children," said Mrs. Herbert, who at that moment entered the
kitchen, "how would you like to learn to fry to-day?"

"We should like it very much, mother," said Margaret.

"But what shall we make?"

"I wish we might make some apple fritters, like those we had the day
before yesterday."

"You shall learn to cook the fritters at our next lesson," said Mrs.
Herbert. "To-day we shall be quite sufficiently busy preparing the fat
for frying. Can you, Mary, tell me what it is to fry food? If you had to
fry the fritters, for instance, how would you set about it?"

"Please, ma'am, let me think," said Mary. "When we fried the pancakes,
we put a little fat in the frying-pan, and let it melt, and then put in
the batter. So I suppose we should do the same with fritters."

"That is ex