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forts of backwoods life which the half-breed 

 yields to civilization. Jocko smiles all over his 

 face at us, and shakes hands. 



' Do you think, Jocko, you could find this 

 gentleman a moose ?' 



' I think so, maybe,' replies Jocko ; ' but who 

 is to do my work ?' 



' Oh, I'll manage that for you,' replies our 

 friend the factor ; ' I'll get Charlie Bonamie to 

 do it for you.' 



' All right,' replies Jocko. 



' When can you start ?' 



1 To-morrow morning, I guess ; but I must 

 take Frank with me ; he's a good boy, and can 

 cook fine !' 



And so it is arranged that we start on the 

 morrow in the early morning, with Jocko as 

 hunter, Frank as cook, and cart and outfit sup- 

 plied by our friends of the Hudson Bay Company. 



Now as to stores ! For once Mrs. W. does 

 not do the shopping. No doubt she can order 

 the dinner and lay in stores for a week, at home 

 in Kensington ; but this is another matter, and 

 so I confer with the factor, and make my own 

 list, many years' experience having taught me 

 exactly what I want for such work* 



'Whatever you do, don't forget the baking- 

 powder, Worcester sauce, or onions.' 



