SETTING OUT OF THE 



back to the forty years of his father s Factor-life 

 as truly as an Indian retains the wild instinct of 

 his forefathers, though he delve for half a life 

 time in the civilization of the White Man. 



&quot; Here is de Marten tracks,&quot; cried Fran9ois, 

 stopping suddenly ; and with precise celerity he 

 built a little converging stockade by placing in 

 the ground sharp-pointed sticks. In this he set 

 a small steel Trap, covered it with leaves, and 

 beyond placed the head of a fish. 



&quot; What s that track ? &quot; asked The Boy, as his 

 companion stopped and looked at the trail of 

 some big-footed creature. 



&quot;Cat,&quot; answered Frar^ois ; &quot;dat s Mister 

 Lynk. He like for smell some t ing, so I give 

 him Castoreum me for rub on hes nose per 

 haps some necktie too.&quot; 



He cut a stick four feet long and four inches 

 thick, and to the middle of it fastened a running 

 noose made from cod-line. Then building a 

 stockade similar to the last, and placing a fish- 

 head smeared with Castoreum inside, he bent 

 down a small Poplar and from it suspended the 

 noose covering the entrance to the stockade. 



&quot; Now, Mister Lynk he go for smell dat,&quot; 

 explained Fran9ois. &quot; He put hes fat head 

 t rough dat noose ; perhaps he don t get him out 

 no more. By Goss ! he silly ; when dat string 



