to wind about and again descend. Often the way was rough with boulders that had never been blasted out, — sometimes steeply shelving where the gorge was deepest and the precipice sheerest. Past all dangers the girl drove with skilful hand, now encouraging her team with her low voice, now restraining them, where their load crowded upon them over slippery, shelving rocks, with strong pulls and sharp command. David marvelled at her serenity under the strain, and at her courage and deftness. With the calmness of the boy nestling at her side, he resigned himself to the sweet witchery of the time and place. Glancing up at the high seat behind him, he saw the child’s feet dangling, and knew they must be cold.

“Why can’t your little brother sit back here with me?” he said; “I’ll cover him