Think of that, Rod, and dream of it to-night.

It'll do you good." "Ugh!" shuddered the white youth.

"Let's talk of something more cheerful.

What a glorious fire that poplar makes!" "Mak' light more as twent' t'ous'nd candles!" agreed Mukoki.

"Heem bright!" "Once upon a time, many ages ago, there was a great chief in this country," began Wabigoon, "and he had seven beautiful daughters.