CHAPTER XV. 



REMARKABLE SUCCESS. 



Of all the lucky hunters I ever knew I accord 

 the bun to Na-ta-way. He was one of the en- 

 gaged servants at the post in Canada, and when- 

 ever he put on his snowshoes and sailed forth 

 from the gates, some creature or bird would 

 cross his path or vision. To do this and come 

 within reasonable distance of Na-ta-way's small 

 bore, muzzle-loading rifle was sure and speedy 

 death to the unfortunate beast or bird. 



I could never understand why he chose to be 

 a servant in the Company in preference to be- 

 ing free to roam the lakes, rivers and forests, 

 because had he elected to follow the occupation 

 of a trapper and hunter he could not have failed 

 to make double the money. Other Indians had 

 traps set all around and quite near the post and 

 yet Na-ta-way would kill as much as the average 

 one, with only a poor half day off and his day 

 on Sunday. 



I never saw his equal for quickness in set- 

 ting deadfalls or rabbit snares. However, this 

 partakes more of a biography than what I set 



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