See now, he has just caught a fine bass--another--he has great luck-now he is pushing the canoe ashore." "That man does not move like an Indian--hark! he is whistling.

I ought to know that tune.

It sounds like the old chanson my father used to sing;" and Louis, raising his voice, began to sing the words of an old French Canadian song, which we will give in the English as we heard it sung by an old lumberer.
"Down by those banks where the pleasant waters flow, Through the wild woods we'll wander, and we'll chase the buffalo.
And we'll chase the buffalo." "Hush, Louis! you will bring the man over to us," said Hector.
"The very thing I am trying to do mon ami.

This is our country, and that may be his; but we are lords here, and two to one--so I think he will not be likely to treat us ill.

I am a man now, and so are you, and he is but one, so he must mind how he affronts us," replied Louis laughing.
"I wish the old fellow was inclined to be sociable.