34 FIFTY YEARS A HUNTER AND TRAPPER. 



one and on the thirteenth of January I went and got the horse. 

 He was as fat as a pig and felt like a colt. We hitched him up- 

 to the sleigh and got our stuff up to the Bailey Mill where we 

 loaded the wagon onto the sleigh and piled on the furs and the 

 rest of our outfit and early on the. morning of the fourteenth 

 we started for home. This ended my first real experience as a 

 hunter and trapper. 



I received two or three letters from Mr. Harris, the last one 

 in which he stated that he was not feeling very well and I never 

 heard from him again. 



