Chapter Twenty.
The Squaw Saved.
Alfred and Martin brought in the wolf which Emma had killed, but it was frozen so hard, that they could not skin it. Poor little Trim was also carried in, but the ground was too hard frozen for them to bury the body, so they put it into the snow until the spring, when a thaw would take place. As for the wolf, they said nothing about it, but they remained up when the rest of the family retired, and after the wolf had been some time before the fire, they were able to take off the skin.
On the following morning, when the hunters went out, they were particularly desired to shoot a wild turkey if they could, as the next day was Christmas-day.
“Let us take Oscar with us,” said Alfred; “he is very swift, and may run them down; we never can get up with them in our snow-shoes.”
“I wonder whether they will get a turkey,” said Emma, after the hunting party had left.
“I think it will be difficult,” said Mrs Campbell; “but they will try all they can.”
“I hope they will; for Christmas-day without a turkey will be very un-English.”