When snow begin get soft, Pymeuts all go off " He motioned with his big head towards the hills. "What do you get there?" Mac was becoming interested. "Caribou, moose " "Any furs?" "Yes; trap ermun, marten " "Lynx, too, I suppose, and fox?" Nicholas nodded. "All kinds. Wolf muskrat, otter wolverine all kinds." "You got some skins now?" asked the Nova Scotian. "Y yes. More when snow get soft.