geant broiling the meat over several hot coals. “Although I never really doubted that the Lord sent those ravens to feed him, yet in some way it always appeared to me like a fairy tale. But now I know that He does care, and will supply our needs.”
“I guess you’re right, Miss Brisbane,” Rolfe agreed, as he squatted before the fire. “From the way we have been helped it does look reasonable. Now, if ravens, or some other birds would come along and leave us a little salt to season that meat, and a few loaves of bread, it would add a great finishing touch to the whole affair.”
“You are too moderate in your wish,” Marion smilingly replied. “Why don’t you wish for a roast turkey, with all the fixings, and a big plum-pudding while you are about it?”
“Yes, and oranges, pears, cigars, and such things,” North retorted. “That’s the trouble with you, Tom, you’re never satisfied. Anyway, there’s nothing but this meat for breakfast without any fixings, so you’ve got to make the most of it.”
An hour later the three of them started to bring in a supply of moose meat. Marion, who was now fully recovered, was determined to go, too, and she enjoyed the tramp. When she saw the huge mass of snow and tangled trees she gave a cry of amazement. But when she beheld the body of the moose, her face became very pale.
“Isn’t it terrible!” she gasped. “I thought I was accustomed to horrible sights, seeing so many in the hospitals, but this is somehow different. How that poor animal must have struggled to free itself. Nature can be so gentle and beautiful at times, and again so stern and merciless.”
