After a week of steady training Jean was anxious to begin the journey.
When she mentioned this to Sam he shook his head and looked up at the
moon which was shining above the tree-tops.

"Pu-sa-nuts se-pa-wun-ok," he said.

Seeing the puzzled expression upon the girl's face, he laughed.

"Beeg snow soon."

"How do you know?"

"Ni-pauk-set--moon-tell Sam."

"How does the moon tell you?"

"Ring round moon, see? Bimeby no moon. Beeg snow."

And in this the Indian was right. Toward morning a wind sprang up and
wailed through the forest. When Jean opened her eyes the next morning
the trees were swaying beneath a strong nor'easter. The sky was
leaden, and the air already flecked with fine snow. In another hour
the storm was upon them in full intensity, driving across the lake, and
blotting out the opposite shore from view. It beat against the thicket
in its frantic efforts to reach the little lodge. To keep out the
stray gusts which did occasionally escape the barricade of trees, Sam
hung skins and blankets across the two ends of the abode. Thus within
all was snug and warm. The fire burned brightly, and the smoke poured
up through the wide space overhead. The roar of the storm in the
forest sounded like the raging of the sea, and the waving of the