"The Painter," replied Martin, who then made under Mr. Campbell's name, a figure like saying, "There, that's my name as near as I can draw it."

      "Very good," replied the Surveyor-General; "here is the document all right, Mr. Campbell. Ladies, I fear I must run away, for I have an engagement. I will leave Martin Super, Mr. Campbell, as you would probably like a little conversation together."

      The Surveyor-General then took his leave, and Martin Super remained. Mrs. Campbell was the first who spoke: "Super," said she, "I hope we shall be very good friends, but now tell me what you mean by your—totem, I think you called it?"

      "Why, ma'am, a totem is an Indian's mark, and you know I am almost an Indian myself. All the Indian chiefs have their totems. One is called the Great Otter; another the Serpent, and so on, and so they sign a figure like the animal they are named from. Then, ma'am, you see, we trappers, who almost live with them, have names given to us also and they have called me the Painter."

      "Why did they name you the Painter?"

      "Because I killed two of them in one day."

      "Killed two painters!" cried the girls.

      "Yes, miss; killed them both with my rifle."

      "But why did you kill the men?" said Emma; "was it in battle?"

      "Kill the men, miss; I said nothing about men; I said I killed two painters," replied Martin, laughing, and showing a row of teeth as white as ivory.

      "What is a painter, then, Super?" inquired Mrs. Campbell.

      "Why, it's an animal, and a very awkward creature, I can tell you, sometimes."

      "The drawing is something like a panther, mamma," exclaimed Mary.

      "Well, miss, it may be a panther, but we only know them by the other name."

      Mr. Farquhar then came in, and the question was referred to him; he laughed and told them that painters were a species of panther, not spotted but tawny-colored, and at times very dangerous.

      "Do you know the part of the country where we are going to?" said Henry to Super.

      "Yes, I have trapped thereabouts for months, but the beavers are scarce now."

      "Are there any other animals there?"

      "Yes," replied Martin, "small game, as we term it."

      "What sort are they?"

      "Why, there's painters, and bears, and catamounts."

      "Mercy on us! do you call that small game? why, what must the large be, then?" said Mrs. Campbell.

      "Buffaloes, missus, is what we call big game."

      "But the animals you speak of are not good eating, Super," said Mrs. Campbell; "is there no game that we can eat?"

      "Oh, yes, plenty of deer and wild turkey, and bear's good eating, I reckon."

      "Ah! that sounds better."

      After an hour's conversation, Martin Super was dismissed; the whole of the family (except Alfred, who was not at home) very much pleased with what they had seen of him.

      A few days after this, Martin Super, who had now entered upon service, and was very busy with Alfred, with whom he had already become a favorite, was sent for by Mr. Campbell, who read over to him the inventory of the articles which they had, and inquired of him if there was any thing else which might be necessary or advisable to take with them.

      "You said something about guns," replied Martin, "what sort of guns did you mean?"

      "We have three fowling-pieces and three muskets, besides pistols."

      "Fowling-pieces,—they are bird-guns, I believe,—no use at all; muskets are soldiers' tools,—no use; pistols are pops, and nothing better. You have no rifles; you can't go into the woods without rifles. I have got mine, but you must have some."

      "Well, I believe you are right, Martin; it never occurred to me. How many ought we to have?"

      "Well, that's according—how many be you in family?"

      "We are five males and three females."

      "Well, then, sir, say ten rifles; that will be quite sufficient. Two spare ones in case of accident," replied Martin.

      "Why, Martin," said Mrs. Campbell, "you do not mean that the children and these young ladies and I are to fire off rifles?"

      "I do mean to say, ma'am, that before I was as old as that little boy," pointing to John, "I could hit a mark well; and a woman ought at least to know how to prime and load a rifle, even if she does not fire it herself. It is a deadly weapon, ma'am, and the greatest leveler in creation, for the trigger pulled by a child will settle the business of the stoutest man. I don't mean to say that we may be called to use them in that way, but it's always better to have them, and to let other people know that you have them, and all ready loaded too, if required."

      "Well, Martin," said Mr. Campbell, "I agree with you, it is better to be well prepared. We will have the ten rifles, if we can afford to purchase them. What will they cost?"

      "About sixteen dollars will purchase the best, sir; but I think I had better choose them for you, and try them before you purchase."

      "Do so, then, Super; Alfred will go with you as soon as he comes back, and you and he can settle the matter."

      "Why, Super," observed Mrs. Campbell, "you have quite frightened us women at the idea of so many firearms being required."

      "If Pontiac was alive, missus, they would all be required, but he's gone now; still there are many outlying Indians, as we call them, who are no better than they should be; and I always like to see rifles ready loaded. Why, ma'am, suppose now that all the men were out in the woods, and a bear should pay you a visit during your absence, would it not be just as well for to have a loaded rifle ready for him; and would not you or the young misses willingly prefer to pull the trigger at him than to be hugged in his fashion?"

      "Martin Super, you have quite convinced me: I shall not only learn to load a rifle but to fire one also."

      "And I'll teach the boys the use of them, ma'am, and they will then add to your defense."

      "You shall do so, Martin," replied Mrs. Campbell; "I am convinced that you are quite right."

      When Super had quitted