In the morning they rose, packed up such portable articles as they could manage to carry, and with full hearts sat down to take their last meal in their home--in that home which sheltered them so long--and then, with one accord, they knelt down upon its hearth, so soon to be left in loneliness, and breathed a prayer to Him who had preserved them thus far in their eventful lives, and then they journeyed forth once more into the wilderness.

There was one, however, of their little band they left behind: this was the faithful old dog Wolfe.

He had pined during the absence of his mistress, and only a few days before Catharine's return he had crept to the seat she was wont to occupy, and there died.

Louis and Hector buried him, not without great regret, beneath the group of birch-trees on the brow of the slope near the corn-field..