A Countess from Canada | Page 3

little firmer for Katherine
and the dogs; but even then every movement of her snowshoes sent the
white powdery dust flying in clouds. The dogs followed close behind,
so close that she had often to show a whip to keep them back, from fear
that they would tread on her snowshoes and fling her down.
It was five good long miles to the abode of Astor M'Kree, beyond the
second portage, but the last two miles were easy travelling, over a firm
level track. "Astor M'Kree has been hauling timber or something over
here to-day. I wonder how he managed it?" called out Katherine, as her
father's pace on the well-packed snow quickened, while she flew after
him and the dogs came racing on behind. He shouted back some answer
that was inaudible, then raced on at a great pace. Those last two miles
were pure enjoyment all round, and when they drew up before the little
brown house of the boatbuilder, Katherine was sparkling, glowing, and
rosy, with a life and animation which she never showed indoors.
Mrs. M'Kree was a worn-looking little woman, with three babies
toddling about her feet, and she welcomed her visitors with great
effusiveness.
"Well, now, I must say it is right down good of you to get through all
this way on the very first fine day. My word, what weather we've been
having!" she exclaimed. "I was telling Astor only last night that if we
had much more of that sort I'd have to keep him on sawdust puddings
and pine-cone soup. That fetched a long face on to him, I can tell you;
for it is downright fond of his food he is, and a rare trencherman too."

"It is bad to run short of stores in keen weather like this," said 'Duke
Radford, who with the help of his daughter was bringing bags, barrels,
and bundles of goods into the house from the two sledges, while the
dogs rested with an air of enjoyment delightful to behold.
When the stores were all safely housed, Mrs. M'Kree insisted on their
drinking a cup of hot coffee before they returned; and just as she was
lifting the coffee pot from the stove her husband came in. He was tall,
thin, and sombre of face, as men who live in the woods are apt to be,
but he had a genial manner, and that he was no tyrant could be seen
from the way his children clung about his legs.
"Dear me, these youngsters!" he exclaimed, sitting down on the nearest
bench with a child on each knee. "I wish they were old enough to go to
your school, Miss Radford, then I'd get some peace for part of the day
at least."
"I wish they were old enough, too," sighed Katherine. "It is really quite
dreadful to think what a long time I have got to wait before all the
small children in the neighbourhood are of an age to need school."
"By which time I expect you won't be wanting to keep school at all,"
said Mrs. M'Kree with a laugh. Then to her husband she said: "Mr.
Radford brought some letters, Astor; perhaps you'll want to read them
before he goes back."
"Ah! yes, I'd better perhaps, though there will be no hurry about the
answers, I guess, for this will be the last mail that will get through the
Strait before the spring." He stood up as he spoke, sliding the babies on
to the ground at his feet, for he could not read his letters with the small
people clutching and clawing at his hands. The others went on talking,
to be interrupted a few minutes later by a surprised exclamation from
the master of the house.
"Now, would you believe it! The Company has been bought out!"
"What company?" asked 'Duke Radford.

"Why, the fishing-fleet owners, Barton and Skinner and that lot,"
rejoined Astor M'Kree abstractedly, being again buried in his letter. He
was a boat-builder by trade, and this change in things might make a
considerable difference to him.
"Who is it that has bought the company out?" demanded Mrs. M'Kree
anxiously. Life was quite hard enough for her already; she did not want
it to become more difficult still.
"An Englishman named Oswald Selincourt," replied Astor. "He is rich,
too, and means to put money into the business. He wants me to have
four more boats ready by the time the waters are open, and says he is
coming himself next summer to see into matters a bit. Now that looks
hopeful."
Katherine chanced at that moment to glance across at her father, and
was startled by the look on his face; it was just as if something had
made him desperately afraid. But it was only