In less than an hour the broad light of the hearthfor the apartment was only lit up by blazing pine faggots, which, from time to time, were thrown upon the firefell upon a goodly figure. There was first a sound of hoofs coming through the darka halt at the doora full, round, clear voice heard on the porchand then the entrance into the apartment of a woodland hero. That fine rich voice again, in salutation, so gentle and so manly! This was our expected counsellor, Horse-Shoe Robinson.