REMARKABLE SUCCESS. 



can resist the chance offered to eat beaver meat? 

 Na-ta-way looked at the Indians' clock, the sun, 

 with a satisfied expression and his mind was 

 made up; he would wait the coming ashore to 

 feed. A comfortable spot was selected within 

 gun shot of the place of debarkation. Here he 

 tramped a hole in soft snow and strewed some 

 balsam branches on the bottom upon which he 

 crouched and waited. 



There was no uncertainty as in the song the 

 girl sang, "He cometh not," for he had hardly 

 taken up his position before out struggled a 

 young beaver and passed up the path leading to 

 the young growth of trees. But Na-ta-way knew 

 better than to fire at this one. No, the beaver 

 passed on and up, giving grunts of anticipation/ 

 Number two came ashore and ambled inland 

 without being molested. Now, however, Na-ta- 

 way was all alertness. With his rifle cocked 

 and his belt axe handy in front he waited the 

 advent of another emblem of Canada. In a 

 few minutes out he came to join his brothers 

 or sisters who were already feasting on young 

 sappy trees. 



The crack of the rifle echoed far and near in 

 the clear, mild atmosphere, but before it died 

 away, the Indian stood over the shot beaver and 

 barred the path against the frightened return- 

 ing ones. The first coming down the hill lie shot. 



