pines. Long Jerry cocked his head knowingly and said:
"It's borne in on me, youngsters, that you'll see a bit of hard weather before the New Year—that it do."
"A snowstorm, Jerry?" queried Helen Cameron, clapping her hands. "Oh, goody!"
"Dunno about it's being so everlastin' good," returned the guide. "You never see a big snow up in these woods; did ye?"
"No, Jerry; but I want to. Don't you Ruth?"
"I love the snow," admitted Ruth Fielding. "But perhaps a snowstorm in the wilderness is different from a storm in more civilized communities."
"And you're a good guesser," grunted Long Jerry. "Anyhow, unless I'm much mistook, you'll have means of knowin' afore long."
"Then," said Helen, to Ruth, "we must get the balsam to-day for our pillows. It won't snow yet awhile, will it, Jerry?"
"May not snow at all to-day," replied the guide. "This weather we've had for some days has been storm-breeding, and it's been long comin'. It won't be soon past, I reckon."
This conversation occurred right after breakfast. The boys had seen by the way the girls acted that there was "something in the wind."
