ly followed the advice, and then lay down to rest.

In the evening Rabushway, the other Ojibbeway, returned with a
ground-squirrel, the only animal he had shot; the previous day he had
killed nothing; he reported that game was very scarce. Knowing that we
were coming to the hut, he expressed no surprise at seeing us. He,
however, did not look very well pleased.

"If you wish to live, you must go out and shoot," he observed, "or else
we all starve."

"We will do what we can, depend on that," I answered; and Martin and I
agreed to accompany him the next morning.

The sick man slept on and on, till at last I began to fear that he would
not awake. At length, greatly to my relief, I heard him speaking to
Robin, and I went up to the side of his bunk to inquire how he felt.

"As I have done for several days," he answered.

Robin, who had gone to the fire, brought him some broth.

"This will restore your strength, sir," he said, "for it has done Alick
much good."

The sick man took it with a faint smile, for he doubted whether anything
would do him good.

"Your elder brother will, I hope, soon be well," he observed. "He only
requires food and rest."

"He is not my brother," answered Robin; on which, thinking it might
interest the sick man, he briefly described how he had been carried off
by the Indians, and finally, having made his escape from them, been
brought to Fort Black.

The stranger was evidently listening with intense interest.

"Tell me, boy," he exclaimed, interrupting him--"have you no
recollection of your parents? What's your name?"

"Oh yes, indeed I have. I remember them well--my father and mother, and
my sister Ella, and little brother Oliver. My name is Robin Grey!"

Almost before the words were out of his mouth, the sick man stretched
out his arms, exclaiming--

"I thought it was so. Come here, my boy. I am your father. Long and
almost hopelessly I have searched for you."

Robin embraced his father. "O papa, I remember you now," he answered,
"though you look so ill and sad; but you must get well, you must not
die; and dear mamma and Ella and Oliver?"

"They were quite well when I left them many months ago; though your poor
mother has never ceased to mourn for your loss," answered Captain Grey.
"I could not bear to see her suffering, and year after year, since you
were lost, I have set off in search of you, returning home only when
driven back by the winter. While I lay here I b