THE PIONEER HUNTERS OF THE KANKAKEE 

 dressing a musk-rat hide is Jolly Smith, an all- 

 around camper and fur-dresser and flap- 

 flap flipper, head cook and dish washer, trapper, 

 fur-trader, and a good trailer. 1 should say off 

 hand that Jolly stands about seventy-three 

 inches in his socks, and when he stretches his 

 neck to rubber after game he is taller'n that. 

 There isn't an ounce of suparflous flesh on him. 

 In fact, there isn't much flesh of any kind. Jolly 

 is so thin he would have to stand a long time in 

 bright sun to make a decent shadow. You can 

 see his back from the front if you stare hard 

 enough and I Feckon an expectorate who would 

 put a little velocity into his work could spit a 

 hole through Jolly three times out of five. But 

 anybody who picks up Smith for a weak-kneed 

 hunter on a long run makes a mistake. On the 

 trail he is tougher than a boiled owl. The other 

 guy sitting in front of the stove with a bar of 

 lead, laddie and bullet molds, running bullets 

 that hunter is— well, I'm too modest to say who 

 it is. All 1 will say is that there v/ere three of us 



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