Silver Lake

CHAPTER ONE.

THE HUNTERS.

It was on a cold winter morning long ago, that Robin Gore, a bold hunter
of the backwoods of America, entered his parlour and sat him down to
breakfast.

Robin's parlour was also his dining-room, and his drawing-room, besides
being his bedroom and his kitchen. In fact, it was the only room in his
wooden hut, except a small apartment, opening off it, which was a
workshop and lumber-room.

Robin's family consisted of himself, and his wife, and his son Roy, who
was twelve years of age--and his daughter Nelly, who was eight, or
thereabout. In addition to these, his household comprised a nephew,
Walter and an Irishman, Larry O'Dowd. The former was tall, strong,
fearless, and twenty. The latter was stout, short, powerful, and forty.

The personal history of Robin Gore, to the point at which we take it up,
runs briefly thus:--

He had been born in a backwood's settlement, had grown up and married in
the little hamlet in which he had been born, and hunted around it
contentedly until he was forty years of age. But, as population
increased, he became restive. He disliked restraint; resolved to take
his wife and family into the wilderness and, after getting his nephew
and an Irish adventurer to agree to accompany him, carried his
resolution into effect.