"Well," observed Emma, after a pause, as if to give a more lively turn to the conversation. "I wonder what _my_ trials are to be! Depend upon it, the cow will kick down the pail, or the butter won't come!" "Or you'll get chapped fingers in the winter-time, and chilblains on your feet," continued Mary. "That will be bad; but Captain Sinclair says that if we don't take care we shall be frost-bitten and lose the tips of our noses." "That would be hard upon you, Emma, for you've none to spare," said Alfred. "Well, you have, Alfred, so yours ought to go first." "We must look after one another's noses, they say, as we can not tell if our own is in danger; and if we see a white spot upon another's nose, we must take a bit of snow and rub it well; a little delicate attention peculiar to this climate." "I can not say that I do not know what my trials are to be," said Alfred--"that is, trials certain; nor can Henry either. When I look at the enormous trunks of these trees, which we have to cut down with our axes, I feel positive that it will be a hard trial before we master them. Don't you think so, Harry?" "I have made up my mind to have at least two new skins upon my hands before the winter comes on," replied Henry; "but felling timber was not a part of my university education--" "No," replied Alfred; "Oxford don't teach that; now, my university education--" "Your university education!" cried Emma. "Yes, mine; I have sailed all over the universe, and that I call a university education; but here come Martin and John. Why, John has got a gun on his shoulder! He must have taken it with him when he last disappeared." "I suppose that by this time he knows how to use it, Alfred," said Mrs. Campbell. "Yes, ma'am," replied Martin, who had entered; "he knows well how to use and how to take care of it and take care of himself. I let him bring it home on purpose to watch him. He has fired and loaded twice as we came back, and has killed this woodchuck," continued Martin, throwing the dead animal on the floor. "Old Malachi has taught him well, and he has not forgotten his lessons." "What animal is that, Martin,--is it good to eat?" said Henry. "Not very good, sir; it's an animal that burrows in the ground, and is very hurtful in a garden or to the young maize, and we always shoot them when we meet with them." "It's a pity that it's not good to eat." "Oh! you may eat it, sir; I don't say it's not fit to eat; but there are other things much better." "That's quite sufficient for me, Martin," said Emma, "I shall not taste him; at all events, not this time, whatever I may have to do by and by." "I spoke to old Bone, sir, and he says it's all right; that he won't keep him more than a day without first sending him to you to ask leave." "That's all I require, Martin." "They have been out these two days, and had only just come home when I arrived there. The game was still in the wood." "I shot a deer," said John.