It was voted by all hands to move, and they started without delay. They could not locate the exact route toward their camp, but made it as nearly as possible. The snowdrifts were truly terrific, and even on snowshoes they made slow progress.
"Wait, I see a rabbit!" cried Shep, presently, and he pointed to a clump of bushes. Then he unslung his shotgun and pushed his way forward. A gray head appeared over the rim of snow and he blazed away. The rabbit gave a leap and fell dead.
"A little more to eat anyway," said the young hunter, as he put the game in his bag.
"Wait, where there is one rabbit there are sometimes more," said Snap.
"Let us stir around a little and see."
They did as he suggested, and soon sent two rabbits skipping from under a low-hanging tree. The rabbits could not run very well in the deep snow and were secured with ease. But that was the last of the game in that vicinity.
"Now we won't starve right away," said Snap, and gave a sigh of satisfaction.
They were less than half way through the belt of timber when they came to a spot where a big tree had been blown over by the wind. As they walked around this Giant gave a cry, and, stepping between the branches, brought forth a couple of dead squirrels.
"Killed by the fall, I suppose," he said.
"It's lucky for us," answered Shep, "for it means just so much more food."
"Let us look for nuts,—the squirrels must have had some," came from
Snap.