THREE MODERN CARTWRIGHTS 
the field he wore a dark green corduroy suit of 
knickerbockers, and a tall pointed cap made of 
otters’ tails. His gun hung from his shoulder 
suspended by a strap. A photograph of him 
I saw in the house of one of his numerous 
friends on the coast shows him in winter dress. 
He is on snow-shoes, and is clad entirely in 
white with the exception of his dark seal-skin 
boots and of the embroidery on the cuffs of 
his mittens. His dark eyes, moustaches and 
beard contrast well with the white pointed hood 
which terminates, Eskimo-like, the upper part 
of the costume. A gun is held over his left 
shoulder, and a fine black fox, as in the old 
print of Cartwright, is slung under his right; 
the handle of a hunter’s axe appears behind. 
A man is often damned by his neighbours and 
acquaintances, but everywhere we went on the 
coast, people of all sorts spoke well of our 
Belgian Cartwright. They all recognized his 
capabilities and his constant courtesy. Some 
spoke of his great accuracy of aim with shot- 
gun or rifle, others of his eccentricity in sitting 
down to a dinner of fox or some other unheard 
of meat, and others again of his skill in bil- 
liards. The story goes that when fishermen or 
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