himself against cold weather, he at once built another wigwam near the one he occupied, and filled it with firewood.

The season changed, and winter came again.

One day, when the hunter was out in the woods, he heard some one speaking, and listening, heard the words, "Now I am coming to visit you as I told you I should do; I shall be at your wigwam in four days."

When the hunter returned to his wigwam, he

got more wood ready, and built a fire at each end of it. After four days had passed by it began to get very cold, and everything became frozen. The hunter replenished the fires with the wood he had gathered, and got out more robes to cover his wife and children.

On the morning of the fifth day, the cold became more and more intense, so that the hunter and his family could scarcely keep from perishing. Toward night the hunter, on looking from the door of his wigwam, saw a stranger approaching, who seemed to look like any ordinary being, save that he had a very large head and an immense beard.

When he came to the wigwam, the hunter asked him to enter, which he did, but strangely enough he could not go near either of the fires. This puzzled the hunter and he began to watch the stranger. As the cold became even greater after the stranger entered the wigwam, the hunter went to his fires and added more wood, until they roared.

As he was thus engaged, he kept watching the stranger, who appeared to be getting rather warm.

The perspiration began to break out upon his forehead and trickle down through his beard. He appeared to get warmer and warmer, and, in a short time, the hunter saw his beard and body growing smaller, because he was thawing.

The hunter was pleased at this, and kept up his fires until he had entirely melted the Snow, for it was he who had come to destroy the hunter and his family. But man is more powerful than cold. and thus Kōn perished.

WEE WILLIE WINKIE

His full name was Percival William Williams, but he picked up the other name in a nursery book, and that was the end of the christened titles.

His father was the colonel of the 195th, and as soon as Wee Willie Winkie was old enough to understand what military discipline meant, Colonel Williams put him under it.

way of managing the child.

There was no other

When he was good

for a week he drew good-conduct pay, and when

he was bad he was deprived of his good-conduct stripe.

Wee Willie Winkie was a very particular child. Once he accepted an acquaintance, he was graciously pleased to thaw. He accepted Brandis, a subaltern of the 195th, on sight. Brandis was having tea at the colonel's, and Wee Willie Winkie entered, strong in the possession of a good-conduct badge won for not chasing the hens. He regarded Brandis with gravity for at least ten minutes, and then gave his opinion.

I like you," said he, slowly, getting off his chair and coming over to Brandis. "I like you. I shall call you Coppy, because of your hair. Do you mind being called Coppy? It is because of your hair, you know."

Three weeks after the bestowal of his affections on Lieutenant Brandis-henceforward to be called Wee Willie Winkie was destined to behold strange things.

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Coppy”

Coppy returned his liking with interest. Coppy had let him wear for five rapturous minutes his own big sword-just as tall just as tall as Wee Willie

Winkie. Coppy had promised him a terrier puppy; and Coppy had permitted him to witness the miraculous operation of shaving. Nay, more, -Coppy had said that even he, Wee Willie Winkie, would rise in time to the ownership of a box of shining knives, a silver soap box and a silverhandled "sputter brush," as Wee Willie Winkie called it. Decidedly, there was no one, except his father, who could give or take away good-conduct badges at pleasure, half so wise, strong and valiant as Coppy. Why, then, should Coppy be guilty of kissing a "big girl" to wit?

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Miss Allardyce,

Coppy," shouted Wee Willie Winkie, reining up outside of that subaltern's bungalow one morning, "I want to see you, Coppy!"

"Come in, young 'un," returned Coppy, who was at early breakfast in the midst of his dogs. "What mischief have you been getting into

now?"

"I've been doing nothing bad," said Wee Willie Winkie, curling himself into a large chair. He buried his freckled nose in a teacup and, with