bility of following him up in that way. A messenger was
sent for old Mustagan and Big Tom, both famous Indian guides, and a
consultation was held with them. They smoked their stone pipes and
talked the matter over, and then went out. After closely questioning
the stable-boy they returned to the Indian village. Here they secured a
couple of sharp, bright little beaver dogs. With them they returned to
the stables, and there, showing the dogs a coat that Pasche was in the
habit of wearing, and making them thoroughly smell it, they tried to get
them on his trail. All, however, the dogs would do was to get back out
of the deep snow as quickly as possible and into the shelter of the
stables. The plan was not a success. These dogs were too small for the
deep snow, and soon the old Indians gave up this plan in disgust. Then
they strapped on their snowshoes and made a long circuit around the
place, and thus tried to find out some clue or trace of the missing man.
Failing in this, they returned to the house, and after a hearty meal
they equipped themselves to find that lost man. They had but little to
work on, as Pasche had never revealed to anyone the whereabouts of his
traps. However, Indian eyes are sharp, and so, unknown to him, keen
hunters had observed his doings, and could tell the locality of every
one of his traps and snares. Those who had any knowledge in this
direction were summoned, and then, with the information thus obtained,
the two old men set off on their snowshoes. It was not long ere they
reached his first trap, but the snow covered everything there. Then on
to his next resort, still no success; and thus it was throughout the
whole round.

The Indians were puzzled and perplexed, and as they had now been on the
go for hours they kindled a fire and awaited the arrival of some of the
sleds with supplies that were to meet them here at this designated spot.
The boys, who were equally grieved and excited with the rest at the
loss of Pasche, with whom they had had a lot of innocent fun, had
harnessed up their dog-trains and joined the party who brought out the
supplies. The meal was quickly prepared on the big, roaring fire, and
vigorous appetites made heavy inroads on the abundant supplies which
Mrs Ross had sent. They all noticed, while at the meal, the unusual
number of whisky jacks, the Indian's sacred bird, that were at once
attracted by the fire. They were all very noisy, and seemed unusually
ex