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steep bank, whence we could survey the prospect of shelter for the night. Seeing a grove of young cedars on the hill slope before us, he drew from his pocket a battered hatchet-head which he had found among the rubbish in the locker; "Yonder," said he, "with the help of this impliment and your jack-knives, I think we can construct a very comfortable hut and accommodate the baby if she is not affraid of pricks." "Christmas trees! Christmas trees!" cried Mable as we carried her into the army of conifers, [[strikethrough]] firs [[/strikethrough]] the very different scene of the preceding evening still in her mind. Burton placed her on the ground, [[strikethrough]] still [[/strikethrough]] wrapped in his overcoat, at the base of a thick tree that would shield her from the wind, and we fell to work with the more zeal because of a few flakes of snow which began to fall. — Yet we almost hoped that [[strikethrough]] it [[/strikethrough]] the flurry would continue for