"Will there be any dessert?" asked Port.
"Aunt Judith's got some mince-pies warming on the log by the fire."
"What a dinner for the woods!"
"Woods! Why, the choppers have fresh fish and potatoes and coffee all the while, and sometimes they have venison."
"Game," said Port, "but no pie."
"Vosh," said Susie, "what has become of all your deer?"
Just at that moment they heard old Ponto barking away at a great rate in the woods near by; and Vosh sprang up, exclaiming,—
"He's treed something!"
"Guess he has," said the deacon. "Get your guns, boys. Load with buckshot."
"Mine's loaded," said Vosh.