Soon every one in the hut was awake, and one after another they arose. Several had a light sprinkling of snow on their blankets, but the little that had sifted in had done no harm. “We’ll fix that to-day so not a spoonful shall come in hereafter,” said Jack. Pickles was the first to attempt to step outside. He uttered an exclamation of comical dismay. “By golly! de snow’s dun covered up de fiah most!” he cried. The colored youth was right. All about the fire, and also the hut, the soft covering of white lay to the depth of a foot and a half, and the cleared spot where the flickering embers lay had been narrowed down to a tiny circle. “We’ll clear the snow away between the hut and the fire first,” said Harry. “Pickles, you can start to get breakfast.” “Dat’s so, but what is we gwine to hab dis mornin’?” questioned the colored youth, soberly. “We must hunt up our breakfast,” said Boxy. “Let’s try to get a squirrel or two,” suggested Andy. “I saw a hole on one of the trees yesterday, close to where we built the first fire.” “All right; you and Boxy take the guns and see what you can scare up,” replied his brother. “Harry and I will go for rabbits, birds or whatever we can find.” Leaving Pickles to heap more brush and wood on the fire and set the water to boiling for coffee, the four boys split into two parties and set off. “We won’t be able to do much in this deep snow,” observed Harry to Jack, as the two pushed up the stream. “There won’t be much stirring.” “We might run across a hungry fox,” returned his companion. “They come out if they are hungry enough.” “Are they good to eat?” “Some say they are. I have never tried them, but I would eat fox meat in preference to starving, every time.” “Oh, so would I. But we are not starving yet.” “No, but there is no telling what may happen. It is true it has stopped snowing, but there is no telling how soon it may start up again.” “Well, I move we lay in as much as we can to-day,” said Harry, after a pause. “We’ll feel safer if we have something in the larder to fall back on. Besides, I get tired of crackers, cheese and smoked beef.” Walking through the snow was by no means an easy matter, and the two boys had not gone far when they found the exercise beginning to tell on them. Suddenly Jack touched Harry on the arm and motioned him to be silent. Both boys came to a halt, and the elder pointed over to his left. For fully ten seconds nothing was to be seen. Then from over a fallen log appeared a pair of long gray ears, followed by the head and body of a fat bunny. Bang! went Jack’s gun, and the old fellow leaped up in the air, ran a few steps and then fell dead. “Hurrah! you’ve the first one!” cried Harry, as both ran forward. “My! but he’s a whopper!” he added, as he took up the prize by the hind legs. “Yes, he’ll do very well,” returned Jack, with a smile of pardonable pride. “A few more like this and----”