shoulder, "ye'll
upset the canoe if ye go on like that."

"Give me the axe, give me the axe, I'll kill him!" cried Heywood.

"Take your pencil and draw him," observed the hunter, with a quiet
laugh. "Now, Arrowhead, two good strokes of the paddle will do--there--
so."

As he spoke the canoe glanced up alongside of an affrighted deer, and in
the twinkling of an eye Jasper's long knife was in its heart, and the
water was dyed with blood. This happened quite near to the opposite
shore of the lake, so that in little more than half an hour after it was
killed the animal was cut up and packed, and the canoe was again
speeding towards the upper end of the lake, where the party arrived just
as night began to fling its dark mantle over the wilderness.

CHAPTER THREE.

THE ENCAMPMENT.

Camping out in the woods at night is truly a delightful thing, and the
pleasantest part of it, perhaps, is the lighting of the fire. Light is
agreeable to human eyes and cheering to the human heart. Solomon knew
and felt that when he penned the words, "A pleasant thing it is for the
eyes to behold the sun." And the rising of the sun is scarcely more
grateful to the feelings than the lighting of a fire on a dark night.
So our friends thought and felt, when the fire blazed up, but they were
too busy and too hungry at the time to think about the state of their
feelings.

The Indian was hungry. A good fire had to be made before the venison
could be roasted, so he gave his whole attention to the felling of dry
trees and cutting them up into logs for the fire. Jasper was also
hungry, and a slight shower had wetted all the moss and withered grass,
so he had enough to do to strike fire with flint and steel, catch a
spark on a little piece of tinder, and then blow and coax the spark into
a flame.

The artist was indeed free to indulge in a little meditation; but he had
stumbled in the dark on landing, and bruised his shins, so he could only
sit down on a rock and rub them and feel miserable.

But the fire soon caught; branches were heaped up, great logs were piled
on, forked tongues of flame began to leap up and lick the branches of
the overhanging trees. The green leaves looked rich and warm; the thick
stems looked red and hot; the faces and clothes of the men seemed as if
about to catch fire as they moved about the encampment preparing supper.
In short, the whole scene was so extremely comfortable, in reality as
well as in appearan