Ungava Bob eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 252 pages of information about Ungava Bob.

Ungava Bob eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 252 pages of information about Ungava Bob.

“Douglas goes for Richard, an’ when Richard comes he says th’ clothes’s Bob’s an’ th’ gun ain’t, an’ Bob were havin’ only one axe.

“Richard’s not doubtin’ th’ remains was Bob’s though, an’ o’ course the’s no doubtin’ that.  Th’ clothes’s gettin’ so stained up I’m thinkin’ th’ mother’d not be knowin’ un.  But Richard sure would be knowin’ th’ gun, an’ that’s what I’m wonderin’ at.”

“‘Tis rare strange,” assented Dick.  “An’ I’m wonderin’ why Micmac John were leavin’ th’ fur in th’ ‘tilt after stealin’ un.  That’s what I’m wonderin’ at.”

The whole evening was thus spent in discussing the pros and cons of the affair.  They both decided that while the gun and axe question were beyond explanation, there was no doubt that Bob had been destroyed by wolves and the remains that they found were his.

The plan that Bill had suggested for hunting the trails without taking Sunday rest, thus enabling them to attend to a part of Bob’s Big Hill trail, was resorted to, and the winter’s work was the hardest, they all agreed, that they had ever put in.

January and February were excessively cold months and during that period, when the fur bearing animals keep very close to their lairs, the catch was indifferent.  But with the more moderate weather that began with March and continued until May the harvest was a rich one, for it was one of those seasons, after a year of unusual scarcity, as the previous two years had been, when the fur bearing animals come in some inexplicable way in great numbers, and food game also is plentiful.

At length the hunting season closed, when the mild weather with daily thaws arrived.  The fur that was now caught was deteriorating to such an extent that it was not wise to continue catching it.  The traps on the various trails were sprung and hung upon trees or placed upon rocks, where they could be readily found again, and Dick and Ed joined Bill at the river tilt, where the boat had been cached to await the breaking up of the river, and here enjoyed a respite from their labours.

Ptarmigans in flocks of hundreds fed upon the tender tops of the willows that lined the river banks, and these supplied them with an abundance of fresh meat, varied occasionally by rabbits, two or three porcupines and a lynx that Dick shot one day near the tilt.  This lynx meat they roasted by an open fire outside the tilt, and considered it a great treat.  It may be said that the roasted lynx resembles in flavour and texture prime veal, and it is indeed, when properly cooked, delicious; and the hunter knows how to cook it properly.  Trout, too, which they caught through the ice, were plentiful.  They had brought with them when coming to the trails in the autumn, tackle for the purpose of securing fish at this time.  The lines were very stout, thick ones, and the hooks were large.  A good-sized piece of lead, melted and moulded around the stem of the hook near the eye, weighted it heavily, and it was baited with a piece of fat pork and a small piece of red cloth or yarn, tied below the lead.  The rod was a stout stick three feet in length and an inch thick.

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