He  was  a  one-armed  man,  for  he  had  shot  away  one  arm  firing  at  a  large
bird.  .  .  .  He  double-loaded  his  gun  in  his  fright,  so  the  por  man  lost
one  of  his  armes,  ...  he  was  so  smart  with  his  gun  that  he  could  bring
down  a  bird  flying  past  him,  or  a  deer  running  past  he  would  be  the  first
to  bring  it  down."

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"They  was  holden  me  hand  and  telling  me  that  I  must  be  his  mother
now  as  his  own  mother  is  dead  and  she  was  a  great  friend  of  mine  although
we  could  not  understand  each  other's  language  sometimes,  still  we  could
make  it  out  with  sins  and  wonders."


"April  7,  1894.  —  Since  I  last  wrote  on  this  book,  I  have  been  what
people  call  cruising  about  here.  I  have  been  visiting  some  of  my  friends,
though  scattered  far  apart,  with  my  snow-shoes  and  axe  on  my  shoulders.
