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 144 THE FUR COUNTRY. slept, or rather were wrapped in a heavy torpor, which could scarcely be called sleep. At three o'clock in the morning, Hobson consulted the thermo- meter hanging in the large room, about ten feet from the stove. It marked 4" Fahrenheit below zero. The Lieutenant pressed his hand to his forehead, and looked mournfully at his silent companions without a word. His half -con- densed breath shrouded his face in a white cloud, and he was stand- ing rooted to the spot when a hand was laid upon his shoulder. He started, and looked round to see Mrs Barnett beside him. " Something must be done, Lieutenant Hobson ! " exclaimed the energetic woman ; " we cannot die like this without an effort to save ourselves ! " "Yes," replied the Lieutenant, feeling revived by the moral courage of his companion — " yes, something must be done ! " and he called together Long, Mac-Nab, and Rae the blacksmith, as tho bravest men in his party. All, together with Mrs Barnett, hastened to the window, and having washed the panes with boiling water, they consulted the thermometer outside. " Seventy-two degrees ! " cried Hobson. " My friends, two courses only are open to us, we can risk our lives to get a fresh supply of fuel, or we can burn the benches, beds, partition walls, and every- thing in the house to feed our stoves for a few days longer. A desperate alternative, for the cold may last for some time yet ; there is no sign of a change in the weather." All agreed that it would be the best course, and without another word each one set to work to prepare for the emergency. The following were the precautions taken to save the lives of those who were about to risk themselves for the sake of the general good : — The shed in which the wood was stored was about fifty steps on the left, behind the principal house. It was decided that one of the men should try and run to the shed. He was to take one rope wound round his body, and to carry another in his hand, one end of which was to be held by one of his comrades. Once at the shed, he was to load one of the sledges there with fuel, and tie one rope to the front, and the other to the back of the vehicle, so that it could be dragged backwards and forwards between the house and the shed without much danger. A tug violently shaking one or the
 * ' Let us risk our lives to get fuel ! " said Sergeant Long.