A REINDEER HUNT. 30? 



readers of Sir J. Franklin's narrative under 

 the name of Green Stockings. Though sur- 

 rounded by a family, with one urchin in her 

 cloak clinging to her back, and sundry other 

 maternal accompaniments, I immediately recog- 

 nised her, and called her by her name ; at which 

 she laughed, and said " she was an old woman 

 now," — begging, at the same time, that she 

 might be relieved by the "medicine man, for she 

 was very much out of health." However, not- 

 withstanding all this, she was still the beauty of 

 her tribe ; and, with that consciousness which 

 belongs to all belles, savage or polite, seemed 

 by no means displeased when I sketched her 

 portrait. 



The scarcity of animals in the neighbourhood 

 created no little doubt in the minds of the 

 hunters as to the best route to be taken on their 

 return with Mr. M c Leod to the Fort ; and they 

 had half decided on going a day's journey 

 to the north to kill musk oxen, when the fog 

 clearing away discovered the branching antlers 

 of twenty reindeer spread over the summits of 

 the adjacent hills. To see and pursue was the 

 work of a moment, and in a few minutes not an 

 active hunter remained in the encampment. It 

 was a beautiful and interesting sight ; for the 

 sun shone out, and lighting up some parts cast 

 others into deeper shade ; the white ice reflected 



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