stream stole down and merged into the dancing, wind-bitten sea. The gradual hillsides, green-swarded, basked in the golden lig

ire stirring within me to stretch my legs on tha

e replied-"a little walk along the brook, with our hands not very far

ry spur of rock. A kingfisher dropped from its perch above the water and flew up-stream with shrill clamour. They turned a bend of the little river and halted short in their track with muttered exclamations. Before them, on a level meadow between the brown waters of the stream and the dark green

ey?" exclaimed Kingswel

d swept his hand

rked, nodding his h

gswell to the boatswain. "Rip me, but I don't relish the

tion. Ouenwa noticed it, and pointed to the s

?" inqui

indicating the silent wood, d

o the wood, and frighten

m for lettin' 'em sta

d the wigwams, and fired. The flame cut across the twilight like a red sword; a dismal howl

e, and, with Tom as a rear-guard, marched back toward the Pelican. They had rounded the bend of the river, and the two seamen were hurrying to meet them, when old Tom Bent suddenly uttered an indignant whoop and leaped into the air. His musket flew from his shoulder and clatter

red his commander to put him down, assuring him that he was more surprised than hurt. But Kingswell turned a deaf ear to his entreaties, and did not release him until they were safe beside the Pelican's b

l and deserted as on the preceding evening. The voyagers ate their breakfast aboard. Then, as soon as the sun had cleared the light mist from the water, they got up their anchor and rowed up-stream. Harding and Clotworthy pulled on the oars. Bent and the commander crouched in the bows, with ready muskets, and Ouenwa sat at the tiller. The current was strong, and the bo

ms. They landed without incident, and all walked toward the village, with their firearms ready and their matches lighted. They explored every lodge and even beat the underbrush. The dwellings had been

" remarked Ouenwa,

square of birch bark in his hand. He had found the bark, pinned by the arrow, to

a letter of some kind, in which their

ghly sketched figures, with which it was

nother point of the missive and then tapped his own breast-"see bear! Him no big!

berin' about?" m

enwa's family, and that the wolf was the symbo

ing she rounded a bluffer, grimmer cape than any of the day's experience, and Kingswell, who had just relieved Harding at the tiller, forsook the straight course and headed up the bay. Two hours of brisk sailing brought them to a sheltered roadst

ver their mistake until the little tub of a brig opened fire from a brass cannonade. The first shot went wide, and the Pelican lay off with a st

n Newfoundland. One year I were fishin' in the Maid o' Bristol, in Dog's Harbour, Conception, an', though we was last to drop anchor

hat they put about and dispute the admiralty o