began pulling on his coat again.

"Oh, pshaw!" said Isadore. "They'll be all right"

"Where are Jerry and the others?" Mr. Cameron asked the maids.

"Sure, sir," said Mary, who was peering wonderingly out of the
window at the thick cloud of snow sweeping across the pane, "sure,
sir, Jerry and the min went down in the swamp to draw up some back-logs.
And it's my opinion they'd better be in out of this storm."

"I agree with you, Mary," returned Mr. Cameron, grimly, as he opened
the door and saw for the first time just what they had to face. "But
perhaps they'll pick up the girls on their way home. Trust those
woodsmen for finding their way."

Tom and Bob followed him out of the house. They faced a wall of
falling snow so thick that every object beyond arm's length from them
was blotted out.

"Merciful heavens!" groaned Mr. Cameron. "Your sister and the girls
will never find their way through this smother."

"Nor the men, either," said Tom, shortly.

"Oh, I say!" exclaimed Bob, "It can't snow like this for long; can
it?"

"We have never seen a right good snowstorm in the woods," quoth Mr.
Cameron. "From what the men tell me, this is likely to continue for