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would draw, I gazed at the bulging eyes and 

 grinning teeth which seemed to carry a sort of 

 "go-to-it" expression. Next to the tail I had 

 been given the choicest morsel, so the other 

 members of the party contented themselves 

 with various pieces of the animal's anatomy. I 

 fell to with a will. The "other Indians" seized 

 a piece of meat between their teeth and, while 

 they held it in one hand, sawed off a mouthful 

 with the other. Since then I have repeatedly 

 watched Indians eating in this manner, and, al- 

 though I have expected to see one shave off the 

 tip of his nose at any moment, up to date I am 

 unable to record such a disaster. 



Having disposed of the muscular pieces of 

 flesh on the skull and sides of the jaws, I pushed 

 my plate away, thinking that the ordeal was 

 over. But no; I was reproached for being so 

 wasteful and was told that I had overlooked the 

 choicest parts, the eyes and brain. Did I eat 

 them? I did not. 



A few weeks later this same band of Indians 

 tried to feed me on boiled wildcat, or Canadian 

 lynx, and I must say that, had I not seen the 

 milky-coloured water in which it had been 

 cooked, I might have tasted it at least. 



