THREE MODERN CARTWRIGHTS 



the field he wore a dark green corduroy suit of 

 knickerbockers, and a tall pointed cap made of 

 otters' tails. His gun hung from his shoulder 

 suspended by a strap. A photograph of him 

 I saw in the house of one of his numerous 

 friends on the coast shows him in winter dress. 

 He is on snow-shoes, and is clad entirely in 

 white with the exception of his dark seal-skin 

 boots and of the embroidery on the cuffs of 

 his mittens. His dark eyes, moustaches and 

 beard contrast well with the white pointed hood 

 which terminates, Eskimo-like, the upper part 

 of the costume. A gun is held over his left 

 shoulder, and a fine black fox, as in the old 

 print of Cart wright, is slung under his right ; 

 the handle of a hunter's axe appears behind. 



A man is often damned by his neighbours and 

 acquaintances, but everywhere we went on the 

 coast, people of all sorts spoke well of our 

 Belgian Cartwright. They all recognized his 

 capabilities and his constant courtesy. Some 

 spoke of his great accuracy of aim with shot- 

 gun or rifle, others of his eccentricity in sitting 

 down to a dinner of fox or some other unheard 

 of meat, and others again of his skill in bil- 

 liards. The story goes that when fishermen or 



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