forest, and little creeping plants and flowers that grow at our
feet,--it must, indeed, seem foolish in his eyes that we should doubt
his power to help us, who not only made all these things but ourselves
also."

"True," said Catharine; "but then, Hector, we are not as God made us;
for the wicked one cast bad seed in the field where God had sown the
good."

"Let us, however, consider what we shall do for food; for you know God
helps those that help themselves," said Louis. "Let us consider a
little. There must be plenty of fish in the lake, both small and
great."

"But how are we to get them out of it?" rejoined Catharine. "I doubt
the fish will swim at their ease there, while we go hungry."

"Do not interrupt me, ma chere. Then, we see the track of deer, and
the holes of the wood-chuck; we hear the cry of squirrels and
chitmunks, and there are plenty of partridges, and ducks, and quails,
and snipes;--of course, we have to contrive some way to kill them.
Fruits there are in abundance, and plenty of nuts of different kinds.
At present we have plenty of fine strawberries, and huckleberries will
be ripe soon in profusion, and bilberries too, and you know how
pleasant they are; as for raspberries, I see none; but by-and-by there
will be May-apples (_Podophyllum peltatum_)--I see great quantities
of them in the low grounds; grapes, high-bush cranberries, haws as
large as cherries, and sweet too, squaw-berries, wild-plums,
choke-cherries, and bird-cherries. As to sweet acorns, there will be
bushels and bushels of them for the roasting, as good as chestnuts, to