led to the
township, and he kept as near it as the fallen trees would allow, that
he might observe the havoc which had been produced. He calculated, as
he walked along, that upwards of three miles of forest had been levelled
of the width already mentioned, and that many thousand trees had, in a
few seconds, been destroyed.

CHAPTER EIGHT.

DONALD RESUMING HIS JOURNEY, HEARS A CRY OF DISTRESS.--FINDS A MAN UNDER
A FALLEN TREE, WHO, AFTER CARRYING HIM SOME DISTANCE, HE DISCOVERS TO BE
ALEC GALBRAITH.--THEY CAMP FOR THE NIGHT.

Donald was about to leave the scene of havoc caused by the whirlwind,
when a groan, as if from a person in pain, reached his ears. It was
repeated with a faint cry of "Help! help!" He made his way among the
fallen branches in the direction from whence the sound came. At length
he saw, beneath a fallen tree, a man of strong frame, so pressed down by
a bough that he could not extricate himself.

"Get me out of this, for I can endure the agony no longer," cried the
man.

Donald hastened up to him. "I'll do my best to release you, my friend;
but let me see how I can best manage it," he said. At first he thought
of chopping away the bough, but then he saw that the man would suffer by
the blows. He soon, on examination, determined how alone it could be
done. With his axe he cut two pieces of wood, one of which would serve
as a crowbar, the other thicker and shorter, to place under the bough
after he had raised it. It was a work of time, and his heart was
grieved at the pain which the poor man was enduring during the
operation.

At length, by great exertion, he raised the bough sufficiently off the
crushed limb to enable him to drag out the sufferer.

"Water! water!" were the only words the latter could utter. Donald had
a small quantity in a flask, with which he moistened his lips. It
somewhat revived the man; but how, in his crippled state, he could be
conveyed to the township, was now the question. The stranger was
strongly built and heavy, and Donald felt that, sturdy as he himself
was, he could scarcely hope to carry him along the uneven track so great
a distance. Still, to leave him in his present exhausted condition was
not to be thought of; the wolves, too, from which he had escaped, might
come back before he could possibly return with assistance.

"I must take you on my back, my friend," he said to the stranger, who
appeared to have recovered sufficiently to understand