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off, as chamois or bighorn would have done, and Darby dropped 

 four of them before they got beyond 150 yards, while I contented 

 myself with bringing down the biggest of the lot. Darby appeared 

 greatly surprised at my not shooting more, but finally was made to 

 understand that I had come to shoot only big old males. A couple 

 of days afterwards luck favoured me, and I bagged what proved to 

 be one of the largest Haplocerus I have ever killed, a fine old buck 

 that weighed quite i8olb. 



The weeks I passed in the company of my primitive Indian 



couple in that then immeasurably remote corner of the world were 



among the most interesting I look back upon. One's mode of life 



assumed exceedingly primordial features, showing one that a 



temporary reversion to the habits of untutored savages had about 



it no real hardships. An accident while loading up the canoe one 



morning on our way up the lake had deprived me of some of the 



few essential commodities with which I had encumbered the 



outfit. The three tin plates, bread-pan, basin, knife and fork, my 



store of soap, and all my very simple toilet articles, sponge, 



hairbrush, comb in fact, all except the toothbrush had been lost 



overboard. As a consequence, one frying pan, a pot, two cups, and 



one old preserved fruit tin, that had served my Indian friends as a 



baler for their canoe for I do not know how long, were all the 



cooking and eating utensils at our command. Our flour for bread 



was mixed in the "sag" of a bit of waterproof I cut from my 



sleeping bag cover, and it was baked in the frying pan stuck up at 



an angle in front of the fire. Fish, fool-hens (w r ood grouse), and 



venison were cooked in the same utensil, if it was not roasted on 



an improvised spit made out of my steel cleaning rod. And as to 



the manner and ways our food was eaten well, over that detail a 



curtain had best be drawn. In one respect I think I can claim that 



I revolutionised native etiquette. Among all American Indian 



tribes the women occupy, as everyone knows, a very inferior rank, 



for they are drudges, the real workers not to say slaves of their 



lords and masters. Among the Kootenays, as already mentioned, 



the squaw's lot was a better one, but still one we would call that of 



