by bed time I was well rigged in Indian fashion, for the hunting trail.
The cap they made me was the same as Amik wears in my picture of the
lynx hunter. The suit consisted of a coat and hip-high leggings, and
though I have worn that suit on many a winter trip, and though it is
now over twenty-five years old, I have never had to repair their
excellent hand-sewing.

When the work was finished the father and the mother crawled into a
double bunk that was surrounded by a curtain; Ko-ko-hay wound herself
up in a blanket and lay down upon the floor, and Oo-koo-hoo did
likewise, yet there were two bunks still unoccupied. But I was
informed that I was to occupy the single one, while the four girls were
to sleep in the big double one. As I had not had my clothes off for
several days and as I was counting on the pleasure of sleeping in my
night-shirt, I planned to sit up late enough to make my wish come true,
though I knew that the intended occupants of those two bunks would have
to rely solely upon darkness to form a screen, as neither bunk was
provided with a curtain. After a little while, however, it began to
dawn upon me that the girls were counting on doing the same thing, for
they made no move to leave the open fire. But the Sand Man finally
made them capitulate. At last, rising from their seats, they piled a
lot of fresh wood upon the fire, then climbing into their big bunk,
they took off their shawls and hanging them from the rafters, draped
them completely about their bed. Now my opportunity had arrived, and
though the fire was filling the one-room log house with a blaze of
light, I made haste to discard my clothes--for now the older people
were all sound asleep. In a few moments I was in the very act of
slipping on the coveted garment when I heard a peal of merriment behind
me. On looking round I discovered that the shawls had vanished from
around the bunk and four merry young ladies, all in a row, were peering