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the next instant the explosion, followed almost 

 as one shot by the second barrel! A thick 

 smoke hung between us and the shore, but we 

 could hear kicking and splashing of the water; 

 that told the shot was true. The beaver had 

 ceased to struggle by the time we reached the 

 shore. "But for what was the other shot?" 

 I asked Wa-sa-Kejic. 



"For that," he answered, pointing to an- 

 other beaver stone, dead on the bank ; and then 

 he laughed, for there was no necessity of keep- 

 ing quiet any longer, for the shots had fright- 

 ened any other beaver in the vicinity. 



"We may as well go to camp now," continued 

 Wa-sa-Kejic, "and we will see our traps in the 

 morning." 



From the fact of our having come ashore 

 late, and perhaps more because of the hearty 

 supper we made off of roast beaver, we did not 

 awake until the sun was high. We immediately 

 partook of a hasty breakfast of tea Gallette and 

 pork and went to see the traps. 



"Fortunate?" Well, yes! We found one in 

 each trap; and returned during the afternoon 

 to the post. The Indian gave me the meat of 

 two beavers for myself. 



He left his traps set to visit at some future 

 time, because there were several animals yet 

 in the lake. 



