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little Nelly, as she bounded in advance
of her mother to meet the returning party.
"No, Nelly--'tis dearer game than that."
"What? a redskin!" exclaimed Dame Gore in surprise; "is he dead?"
"No, nor likely to die," said Robin, "he's in a starvin' state though, an'll
be none the worse of a bit of our New Year's dinner. Here is game
enough for one meal an' more; come, lass, get it ready as fast as may
be."
So saying the bold hunter passed through the Fort gate, dragging the
red man behind him.
CHAPTER THREE.
PREPARATIONS FOR A FEAST.
"Why so grave, Robin?" inquired Mrs Gore, when her husband
returned to the parlour after seeing Wapaw laid in a warm corner of the
kitchen, and committed to the care of Larry O'Dowd.
"Molly, my dear, it's of no use concealin' things from you, 'cause when
bad luck falls we must just face it. This Injun--Wapaw, he calls
himself--tells me he has com'd here a-purpose, as fast as he could, to
say that his tribe have resolved to attack me, burn the Fort, kill all the
men, and carry you off into slavery."
"God help me! can this be true?"
"True enough, I don't doubt, 'cause Wapaw has the face of an honest
man, and I believe in faces. He says some of the worst men of his tribe
are in power just now; that they want the contents of my store without
paying for them; that he tried to get them to give up the notion, but
failed. On seeing that they were bent on it, he said he was going off to

hunt, and came straight here to warn me. He says they talked of starting
for the Fort two days after he did, and that he pushed on as fast as he
could travel, so it's not likely they'll be here for two or three days yet.
I'll get ready for them, hows'ever, and when the reptiles do come they'll
meet with a warm reception, I warrant them; meanwhile, do you go and
get dinner ready. We won't let such varmints interfere with our New
Year's feast."
While Robin's wife went to her larder, his children were in the kitchen
tending the Indian with earnest solicitude, and Larry was preparing a
little soup for him.
"Do you like rabbit soup?" asked Nelly, kneeling beside the pallet of
pine branches on which Wapaw lay.
The Indian smiled, and said something in his native tongue.
"Sure he don't onderstan' ye," exclaimed Larry, as he bustled in an
energetic way amongst his pots and pans.
"Let me try him with Cree," said Roy, kneeling beside his sister, "I
know a little--a very little Cree."
Roy tried his "very little Cree," but without success.
"It's o' no use," he said, "father must talk to him, for he knows every
language on earth, I believe."
Roy's idea of the number of languages "on earth" was very limited.
"Och! don't bother him, see, here is a lingo that every wan onderstan's,"
cried Larry, carrying a can of hot soup towards Wapaw.
"Oh, let me! do let me!" cried Nelly, jumping up and seizing the can.
"Be all manes," said Larry, resigning it.
The child once more knelt by the side of the Indian and held the can to
him, while he conveyed the soup to his lips with a trembling, unsteady

hand. The eyes of the poor man glittered as he gazed eagerly at the food,
which he ate with the avidity of a half-famished wolf.
His nurses looked on with great satisfaction, and when Wapaw glanced
up from time to time in their faces, he was advised to continue his meal
with nods and smiles of goodwill.
Great preparations were made for the dinner of that New Year's Day.
Those who "dwell at home at ease" have no idea of the peculiar
feelings with which the world's wanderers hail the season of Christmas
and New Year. Surrounded as they usually are by strange scenes, and
ignorant as they are of what friends at home are doing or thinking, they
lay hold of this season as being one point at least in the circle of the
year in which they can unite with the home circle, and, at the same time,
commemorate with them the birth of the blessed Saviour of mankind,
and think with them of absent friends. Much, therefore, as the "happy"
season is made of in the "old country," it is made more of, if possible,
in the colonies; especially on the outskirts of the world, where the
adventurous and daring have pitched their tents.
Of course Robin Gore and his household did not think of the "old
country," for they were descendants of settlers; but they had imbibed
the spirit of the