He came with me, and I left him here to the care of the sleigh.

Haven't you seen any thing of him ?" "No," replied Rollo, "nothing; there was nobody here when I came." "What can have become of him, then ?" said Jonas.

"I hope he is not lost in the woods." So saying, Jonas began to call aloud, "Oliver! Oliver!" But no Oliver answered.
"Let us see if we can find any tracks," said he; and he and Rollo began to look about for tracks.
"What's this ?" said Rollo, looking down intently upon the snow, pretty near where the horse had been tied.
"Any tracks ?" said Jonas.
"No," said Rollo, "but some writing in the snow." So Rollo began to read the writing in a slow manner, as he walked along from one word to another; for, the letters being large, the sentence extended quite a distance from where it first attracted his attention.
He read as follows:-- "'Jonas,--I--am--tired of writing,'-- no, 'waiting.

I am going--back--to--the--mill.'" "Let me see," said Jonas.
So Jonas came to the place, and saw the writing.

Rollo had read it correctly.
"Yes," said Jonas, "he has gone back to the mill, no doubt.