This from the boys as they slipped quietly from their bunk.
“Merry Christmas!” replied Bill, turning in his blankets.
“Merry Christmas, and many more of them!” added Ben, sitting up drowsily.
“Merry Christmas, Pete!” shouted George, determined that no one should be left out of the cordial greetings.
“Chrismus!” returned the Indian, his dark eyes twinkling kindly.
“Well, you fellows stole a march on us this time,” laughed Ben, as he rose and lighted the lamp—it was still dark outside.
“Now for the box!” cried Ed.
“Yes, let’s open it!” urged George.
They soon had the cover off, and were busily engaged taking out the contents. There was a deliciously roasted turkey with dressing such as they relished at home; a plum-pudding decorated with sprigs of holly; two great cakes, one filled with raisins, the other with nuts; besides many presents for the boys, and boxes of cigars, warm gloves and caps for Ben and the trapper. Then they found some tobacco and a pipe, and immediately presented them to Pete, who seemed much pleased. Nor was Moze forgotten, for lying in the very bottom of the box was a handsome collar with his name engraved on the metal plate.
When they had finished distributing the presents, Ben brought several bags and bundles from beneath his bunk. When he had opened them, he gave each of the boys a pair of moccasins and a serviceable bone-handle hunting-knife. He also produced a box of cigars for Bill, and a pair of fleece-lined mittens for Pete.