The Arctic Prairies

s 3.20 P. M. before everything was ready, we gladly set out-Sousi, Major Jar

the last century was a notorious old ruffian named Beaulieu. Montreal was too slow for him, so he invaded the north-west with a chosen cr

now we had committed ourselves and our fortunes into the hands of Beaulieu's second or twenty-second son-I could not make sure which. He is a typical half-breed, of medium height, thin, swarthy, and very ac

over of moose leather protected it night and day, except when actually in use; of his weapons he took most scrupulous care. Unlike the founder of the family, Sousi has no children of his own. But he has reared a dozen waifs under prompting of his own kind heart. He is quite a character-does not drink or smoke, and I never heard him swear. This is not because he does not

onsidering his horse. Whenever the trail was very bad, and half of it was, Sousi dism

ark villain against w

o his reputation

ck and white spruce, black and white poplar, birch, willow, and tamarack,

nest of a Green-winged Teal. All cover was gone and the nest much singed, but the down had protected the 10 eggs. The old one flutte

ed to lie in some old Buffalo wallow and peer out over the prairie through the fringe of spring anemones and long to see the big brown forms on

l it come? Am I really to see the Wild Buffalo on its native plains? I