choice of moose, caribou, bear, lynx, beaver, or muskrat.

Then a couple of picturesque, shock-haired French Canadians got up on a
big box that rested upon a table, and tuning up their fiddles, the
dance was soon in full swing. In rapid succession the music changed
from the Double Jig to the Reel of Four, the Duck Dance, the Double
Reel of Four, the Reel of Eight, and the Red River Jig, till the old
log storehouse shook from its foundation right up to its very rafters.
The breathless, perspiring, but happy couples kept at it until
exhaustion fairly overtook them, and then dropping out now and then,
they sat on the floor around the walls till they had rested; and then,
with all their might and main, they went at it again. Among other
things I noticed that the natives who were smoking were so considerate
of their hosts' feelings that they never for a moment forgot themselves
enough to soil the freshly scrubbed floor, but always used their
upturned fur caps as cuspidors.

The children, even the little tots, showed great interest in the
dancing of their parents, and so delighted did they become that they
would sometimes gather in a group in a corner and try to step in time
with the music.

Everyone that could dance took a turn--even Oo-koo-hoo and old Granny
did the "light fantastic"--and at one time or another all the principal
guests were upon the floor; all save--the priest. The scarlet tunics
of the corporal and the constable of the Royal North-West Mounted
Police as well as the sombre black of the English Church and the
Presbyterian clergymen, added much to the whirling colour scheme, as
well as to the joy of the occasion. But look where I would I could not
find "Son-in-law," and though the blushing Athabasca was often in the