[Illustration: "Slapped-in-the-Face, take that one."]

"Who-is-Struck-in-the-Back, you have that one."

Saddle, Sled and Snowshoe — Part 127

"The-Man-Who-Strikes-the-Sun, here is yours."

Saddle, Sled and Snowshoe — Part 127

In stentorian voice this man would divide the spoil, and soon the pound was full of men and women taking off the robes, cutting up the meat, and "packing" these to the tents. In a little while the new pound is left to the dogs, who in their turn hold high carnival among the refuse, fighting and feeding to the full. Not one buffalo is allowed to escape. The young and the poor must die with the strong and fat, for it is believed that if these were spared they would tell the rest, and so make it impossible to bring any more buffalo into a pound.

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How this absurd idea was exploded, and how I found my lost dogs, and how we lived, and what we did and saw and experienced in the ensuing months and years, I hope to tell in a subsequent volume.

TWENTY YEARS OF FRONTIER LIFE IN WESTERN CANADA, 1842-1862.

WITH 27 FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS BY J. E. LAUGHLIN.

WITH INTRODUCTION BY REV. ALEX. SUTHERLAND, D.D.

WILLIAM BRIGGS, Publisher, Wesley Buildings, Toronto. Montreal; C. W. COATES, Halifax: S. F. HUESTIS.

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