"There have been savages here; let me see first what has happened inside." The dog had been shot, stricken by two bullets, and I was obliged to drag his huge body to one side before I could press my way in through the door.

The open doorway and window afforded ample light, and a single glance was sufficient to reveal most of the story.

It was a well-built cabin, recently erected, with hip roof and puncheon floor, the inside of the logs peeled, and white-washed.

It had a homelike look, the few scattered articles of furniture rudely but skillfully made.

A bit of chintz fluttered at the window, and a flower in a can bloomed on the sill.