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"Not much hurry, though, about that," said Memotas. "We must first have a fire to burn all of Frank off the traps." This was a bit of a puzzle to Frank at first, but when Memotas told Frank that every time he handled a trap or a bit of bait he left enough of himself on it for the fox to know all that he wanted to about him, it was more unintelligible than ever.
Memotas, the guide, rolled himself up in a woven rabbit skin robe, which was made out of a hundred and twenty skins, sixty being the warp and sixty the woof. His place was next to Frank. Then the other Indians, in their blankets, when they had finished their smoking, laid down wherever there was room.
They all rejoiced to hear that she still treasured in her breast so much of the truth and was so anxious for a missionary. These were happy weeks for Oowikapun. Under the faithful instructions of Memotas he was being rapidly helped along in the way to a Christian life. Perplexities and mysteries were being cleared up, and light was driving the darkness and gloom out of his mind and heart.
And never did a weary traveller welcome his home and bed of rest with greater delight than did Memotas welcome the grave and the bliss beyond. The prospect of getting to heaven seemed so glorious that he could hardly think of anything else. This was now his one absorbing thought.
While one of them drove the train, the other, on account of the many fallen trees in the way that had to be cut out, was on ahead with Memotas, the guide. As they thus set off they made quite a display. The boys were simply wild with the excitement of the hour. They looked very picturesque in their handsome outfits.
"Now," said Memotas, as he carefully lifted up the set trap on the end of his pole, "we will burn old Injun and Frank off that trap and bait." Then he held the trap in the fire until the meat fairly sizzled and the steel trap was quite hot. "Guess all Injun and Frank now have gone up in smoke, so, Mr Fox, you'll not find us when you come skulking round this trap, anyway."
We all know that wolverines are cunning animals, but when the fact is known that there were so many of us in the camp at the time that five beavers were stolen from our sleds why, great will be their ridicule and contempt for us." It was indeed a long time since Memotas had made such a long speech of this kind, and so, when he stopped, there was an awkward silence. Even Mr Ross had nothing to say.
It was that in the morning and evening Memotas would take out of a bag a little book printed in strange characters, and read from it while his wife and children reverently and quietly sat around him and listened to the strange words.
This movement brought them now on the right side of the nest, and as they passed more of the guns were fired and more victims fell dead to the ground. Such were the positions of the nests in reference to the wind, that Sam and Memotas had, by all odds, the best place that day.
Thus on they sped, and when Sagasta- weekee was reached Alec found three trains ahead of him and a couple alongside of his own and others close behind him. Ten minutes was the time allotted for the rest here. The instant Alec had arrived Memotas was at his side, and with him at once examined his dogs and compared his train with those that had thus far kept ahead.
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