call upon her? It set me thinking. Again, I wondered who "Son-in-law"
could be? Whence did he come? But, perhaps, after all he was no
super-man, or, rather, super-lover, for had not Neykia's beau travelled
alone in the dead of winter, over ninety miles, just to see her once
again and to speak to her? Shing-wauk--The Little Pine--as the Indians
called him, stayed three days, but I did not see much of him, for I
left early the following morning on another round of another
trapping-path.


OO-KOO-HOO AND THE WOLF

As a faint gray light crept through the upper branches of the eastern
trees and warned the denizens of the winter wilderness of approaching
day, the door-skin flapped aside and a tall figure stepped from the
cozy fire-lit lodge into the outer sombreness of the silent forest. It
was Oo-koo-hoo. His form clad in fox-skin cap, blanket _capote_, and
leggings, made a picturesque silhouette of lighter tone against the
darker shadows of the woods as he stood for a moment scanning the
starry sky. Reëntering the lodge, he partook of the breakfast his wife
had cooked for him, then he kissed her and went outside. Going to the
stage, he took down his five-foot snowshoes, slipped his moccasined
feet into the thongs, and with his gun resting in the hollow of his
bemittened hand, and the sled's hauling-line over his shoulder, strode
off through the vaulted aisles between the boles of the evergreens;
while through a tiny slit in the wall of his moose-skin home two loving
eyes watched the stalwart figure vanishing among the trees.

[Illustration: Going to the stage, he took down his five-foot
snowshoes, slipped his moccasined feet info the thongs, and with his