JACK BOBSTAYV SPINNING YARN. 85

“Plenty of ’em,” remarked Jack with the air of one used to these
wonders and taking them as a matter of course. ‘One winter I was
up in Canada, away up, spendin’ the season in a loggin’ camp, and
some Indians came pretty near us. They were out huntin’ and wore
snow-shoes.”

“JT saw a picture,” said Ralph eagerly, “where an Indian was on
snow-shoes, and he had just let an arrow fly at his game and had—had—”

“Pegged it;’? imterposed Jack. “That is what an Indian hunter
is quite likely to do. Snow-shoes are simple things, the curve bemg

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

something like that of anegg. For the frame, white ash makes a good

wood, and then strips of hide make a firm ‘light nettin’ on which to
plant the foot. The foot is secured to the shoe at the toe, leaving
the heel free to play up and down, and that lets the snow-shoe slide
right along the ground.”

Jack’s knowledge of the snow-shoe was almost exhausted and he