Outing . lungs in the wild desire to write something both witty and amusing for people who merely yawn and will not be amused. O tempora ! O mores! But this is not a wild-goose chase—I wish toheaven it were !—nor thedescription of one,though I might writepages on a subject soenthralling ; but it can-not be. We are lookingfor big game now ! From the post youcan see three-quarters ofa mile about northeastup the river to where itbends around to the westof north. Along the east shorethere are scattered In-dian dwellings, little logshanties, the most o fthem about twenty bytwenty-five feet, andstan
Outing . lungs in the wild desire to write something both witty and amusing for people who merely yawn and will not be amused. O tempora ! O mores! But this is not a wild-goose chase—I wish toheaven it were !—nor thedescription of one,though I might writepages on a subject soenthralling ; but it can-not be. We are lookingfor big game now ! From the post youcan see three-quarters ofa mile about northeastup the river to where itbends around to the westof north. Along the east shorethere are scattered In-dian dwellings, little logshanties, the most o fthem about twenty bytwenty-five feet, andstanding among them,relics and reminders offormer times, the regular Indian bark wig-wams. Shaggy dogs and no less shaggy,unkempt Indian ponies loiter about, whenthey are not at their usual employment—the dogs hauling fish on their little sleighsand the ponies wild hay from the marshesat the river mouth. Their masters, theIndians, seem very well off, and take lifeeasily ; they are happy-go-lucky, honest. A LONG STRETCH OF OPEN WATER. i66 OUTING FOR DECEMBER. and upright, till they become civilized,when they lie and steal on a par withthe rest of the flock. In one of the shanties lives BoneyKewsh, their chief, a jolly, bow-legged,bent-up old chap, who loves a gossip aswell as any tea-drinking old lady, and,when he can get it, a little Skillawaboo (whiskey). At the second bend of the river, and backfrom it a short distance, is a small clear-ing with two shanties on it ; the smallerone, with a rough snake fence around it,is the stable ; the occupants, a span ofwiry little oxen, stand munching beaverhay at the door. The larger one, a lowlog shanty like the former, perhaps a littlemore pretentious, having besides the doortwo windows, while from a rusty oldstove pipe through the roof a thin bluishwreath of smoke floats upward above thedark spruce background till it mingleswith and is lost in the deep blue of thesky. This is the home of Wabun Anung (the Morning Star), a good hunter
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