Going to the stage, he took down his five-foot snowshoes, slipped 

 his moccasined feet into the thongs, and with his gun resting in the 

 hollow of his bemittened hand, and the sled's hauling-line over his 

 shoulder, strode off through the vaulted aisles between the boles of 

 evergreens; while through a tiny slit in the wall of his moose-skin 

 home two loving eyes watched his stalwart figure vanishing among 

 the . . . See Chapter IV 



