ight have been expected.
Reginald accepted his cousins' invitation to accompany them to their
quarters, thus enabling Hector to share his room with Rob and Edgar. It
is not necessary to particularise how the rest of the family were stowed
away.

CHAPTER THREE.

EARLY RISING--MILKING COWS--HOW TO "BAIL-UP" A COW--VICIOUS ANIMALS--
HECTOR CHARGED, AND TAKES TO FLIGHT--REGINALD AND HIS PAIL UPSET BY A
CALF--TRIES AGAIN, AND SUCCEEDS.

"Rouse up, you fellow, and come and learn how to milk cows!" exclaimed
Harry, as, the second morning after the arrival of the party, he, just
at the break of day, rushed into his cousin Hector's room. Hector had
done nothing the previous day but sit, rod in hand, on the bank of the
river, attempting to catch some fish. He now yawned and stretched
himself.

"It cannot be time to get up yet--it is scarcely daylight."

"There's light enough to milk the cows, and the cool of the morning is
the best time," answered Harry. "Your Aunt Emily and the rest of the
girls are there already."

"I'll get up presently, when I've had a little more sleep," said Hector,
yawning again.

"No, no; you've got to learn how to do it, and if you don't begin now,
you never will. You must learn how to do everything, or you cannot
become a prosperous settler. I'll not leave you until I see you up."

Hector reluctantly, and in no good humour, began to dress. As he
intended finishing his toilet after his return, he was soon ready.

"Come along! Sandy, Paul, and Reginald are driving in the cows; though
we have a few which won't come up to `the bail,' as they will soon be
taught to do; and it will be some fun to you to see how we manage
things."

"You don't expect me to milk cows?" said Hector, as they walked along.

"Indeed I do, if you are to have milk for breakfast; it is what young
hands like you and the girls are most suited for."

"I am older than you are," exclaimed Hector, looking indignantly at
Harry.

"Older in years, but younger in this country. Why, my little brother
Rob is of more use than you'll be for months to come, if you don't look
sharp about it."

"It's a horrid country, to say the best of it; I wish I hadn't come out
here," exclaimed Hector.

"It is my country," answered Harry, "and I'll not have it abused. It is
as fine a country as any in the world, or finer, I believe."

"You call that rocky range, which took us three days to get over, a fine
country!"

"Ah! that'