. St. Nicholas [serial] . ed to trust hismate to the extent ofdealing honestly withhim—unless it wastacitly understoodthat they were match-ing wits in some game. There came a daywhen the Boy wasbusy with a smallrocker and a pile ofgravel on the rivershore; his mother satnear with some sew-ing, under the droop-ing boughs of a La-brador pine; not the men workedat the sluice-boxes. The brief, fervidheat of a midsummerday was broodingiver the camp; thebull-dog flies nipped sa\ agely. .\s usual, the airA-as still, and the sweet, spicy fragrance of wildroses, and resin warmed by the sun, li
. St. Nicholas [serial] . ed to trust hismate to the extent ofdealing honestly withhim—unless it wastacitly understoodthat they were match-ing wits in some game. There came a daywhen the Boy wasbusy with a smallrocker and a pile ofgravel on the rivershore; his mother satnear with some sew-ing, under the droop-ing boughs of a La-brador pine; not the men workedat the sluice-boxes. The brief, fervidheat of a midsummerday was broodingiver the camp; thebull-dog flies nipped sa\ agely. .\s usual, the airA-as still, and the sweet, spicy fragrance of wildroses, and resin warmed by the sun, lingeredibout. From the sunless woods came fitfully a;long-drawn, bell-clear note, like that of the wood-robin; but across the Hootalinqua, the snows stillingered on the north sides of the hills. Suddenly the Boy called sofdy, Indians,Mother! And there, but a few yards from them,ust emerging from the woods into the clearing,ivas a motley family—men, women, children, andlogs. Surly and unclean they looked, but withal not. formidable. The women were wearing menscoats, and their legs, wrapped and swathed instrips of soiled and faded cloth, seemed much toobulky to terminate in the small moccasined feetwith which they stepped so softly that not thecrackling of a dry twig had announced theirapproach. They had fresh bear-meat to trade for shug. The cook made thetrade and good-naturedly treated thevisitors to newlymade doughnuts, acamp luxury-. Mean-while, the dogs werestealing what foodthey could work fromunder the rear wallsof the cook tent,neither box nor tinprotecting it fromtheir ra^•ening jaws. The Indians, noth-ing loth to secure forthem a meal at someother persons ex-pense, were slow tocall them off, but theywere finally roundedup and secured withropes, and amongthem—Scottie, to theconsternation of theBoy and his mother. But most astonish-ing of all, that indi-vidual of hitherto un-disputed freedom wasseen sitting quietly onhis haunches waitingto be led away. Dont take ou
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