. Connie Morgan in the fur country . Morgan in Fur Country they returned to the outfit and harnessed they were ready to start, Merican Joeswung the two caribou heads to the top of his are you packing those heads for?asked Connie. Mus got to hang um up,** answered theIndian. Well, hang them up back there in the a couple of handy limb stubs on that treewe got the lynx out of. The Indian shook his head. No, dat ain nogood. De bear head mus* got to git hang upright where she fall, but de deer an de moose andde caribou head mus got to hang up right longde water whe
. Connie Morgan in the fur country . Morgan in Fur Country they returned to the outfit and harnessed they were ready to start, Merican Joeswung the two caribou heads to the top of his are you packing those heads for?asked Connie. Mus got to hang um up,** answered theIndian. Well, hang them up back there in the a couple of handy limb stubs on that treewe got the lynx out of. The Indian shook his head. No, dat ain nogood. De bear head mus* got to git hang upright where she fall, but de deer an de moose andde caribou head mus got to hang up right longde water where de canoes go that? The other shrugged. I ain* know bout wen Sah-ha-lee Tyee com to count dedeer, he com in de canoe. I ain care I know somooch bout why. Wen de Injuns hang up dehead in de right place, den de deer, an de bear, anall de big peoples ain* git all kill off—an wen dewite mans com* in de country an dont hang upde heads, de big peoples is all gon queek. Sodats nuff, an dont mak no differ bout As darkness settled over the North Country, a Httle fire twinkled in thebush, and the odour of sizzling bacon and frying liver per-meated the cozy camp. Drawn by Frank E. Schoonovcr The Caribou Hunt 183 At the bend of the river Merican Joe hung upthe heads upon a couple of solid snags, and a shorttime later they were pitching their little tent uponthe camp site selected beside the caribou darkness settled over the north county, a littlefire twinkled in the bush, and the odour of sizzlingbacon and frying liver permeated the cozy camp. CHAPTER XII THE TRAIL IN THE SNOW It was noon the following day when they over-took the caribou herd, half way between thenorthern extremity of the lake and the range ofhills. A halt was called upon the margin of asmall lake along the shores of which the stragglerscould be seen feeding slowly along. Dat bes we ain kill only bout six—seven to-day. Dat mak us work pretty good to git umcut up before de night com
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