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 evergreens; while through a tiny slit in the wall
of his moose-skin home two loving eyes watched his stalwart figure
vanishing among the . . . See Chapter IV.]

Later on, though the sun was already shining, it was still intensely
cold. As we went along, Oo-koo-hoo's breath rose like a cloud of white
smoke fifteen or twenty feet in the air before it disappeared. Only
the faintest whisper of scuffling snowshoes and scrunching snow could
be heard; the sound of the occasional snapping of a twig came as a
startling report compared with the almost noiseless tread of the
hunter. A little cloud of powdery snow rose above the dragging heels
of his snowshoes, and, whirling about, covered the back of his leggings
with a coating of white. Onward he strode, twisting through the
tangled scrub, stooping under a fallen tree, stepping over a
snow-capped log, or pacing along a winter-locked stream.

When Oo-koo-hoo came to a district overgrown with willows interspersed
with poplars, he stopped to examine a snare set for lynx. It had not
been disturbed, but a little farther on we saw the form of a dead lynx
hanging from a tossing-pole above the trail. The carcass was frozen
stiff, and the face still showed the ghastly expression it had worn in
its death struggle. The rigid body was taken down and lashed to the
sled. Resetting the snare, we continued our way. Farther on, in a
hilly country timbered with spruce, where there was not much
undergrowth, we came to marten traps. In swampy places, or where there
were creeks and small lakes, we examined traps and deadfalls set for
mink, muskrat, beaver, fisher, and otter. Where the country was fairly
open and marked with rabbit runways we came upon traps set for foxes