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Show 9Q. CHAPTER VI. Christmas Day xras the xrorst day Bill had ever seen in this country. Smoke xras forced back into the room by the great gusts of wind that shook the shack. Ashes settled over everything and the embers gloxred in the old cook stove's grate all day. In the shed the horse and coxr huddled together. Outside everything looked bleak and bare even the pine trees bending xrith the xrind looked denuded and bowed doxm. Bill hurried about getting the dinner on. Olaf xrorked on Little Bill's moccasins. When he finished them, and pulled them on Little Bill, he xgas so pleased xrith them that he kept touching the laces, and putting his foot up shoxring them to anyone xrho got close to his bed. When they xrere all sitting around after dinner and it was getting dark, Bill put him doxm on the floor and he half-slid and ha If-crawled all over the cabin, finally pulling himself up by Bill's chair. "This is good for him," Bill said, "because I'll have to let the fire out tonight - |
