In Journeyings Often. 5d

instituting a Girls’ Home on my return to the coast, they
wanted to give me their little girls. I brought away with
me one little mite, and another came on soon after, and are
now, with others, comfortably settled in the new home. The
child I brought with me shrank from my Indians, saying
she did not like to sleep with Svwashes, a corruption of the
French sauvage. But my tent measures eight feet by six
only, and into it are stowed my kitchen-box, pro ision-case,
valise, gun, and bed! The walls are 18 inches high, and my
head just clears the ridge-pole! A less lavish enjoyment of
Space must content me that I may entertain the rosy-cheeked
little maiden who objected to Stwashes. I stow her away tc
leeward, with my waterproof and overcoat as a bed and my
thin coat as pillow. She had two blankets, but one was
soiking wet. The single one I doubled over her, and then
tucked her up with one of my own. ‘ Where is your pillow?’
I asked. “Me and Eddie (her smaller brother) had one,
and I eave it to him.’ This made me love the little soul.
She slept better thatr I-did, for that meght the frost was,
I thought, bitter. I was also short of wraps, which partly
accounted for it. But the tent, which was dripping when I
pitched it, was so stiff with the frost next morning that we
had to drag it into the river to thaw it before we could safely
fold it. To fold canvas tightly when hard frozen is to break
the fibre; so also a frozen rope can easily be broken. That
night [ had other company. The sudden change from a wet
southerly wind to the sharp nor’-wester made the tent sought
after by the many forest mice. They kept me awake most
of the night, though I was accustomed to their intrusion.
Now and then one would be swept suddenly from my face.
One sought his way to his nest through my ear, but he was
too fat to get far in. Another nestled in my beard, and
might have had a comfortable berth if it had not been so
restless. As bedfellows they are not objectionable so long

as they keep their feet still, but they will not. The most

worrying was he who kept scraping under my pillow among
the springy branches of the hemlock pine. J scuffled,

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