Part 24 (1/2)

”Yes, I used to set traps at Red River; but the foxes there are not numerous, and are so closely watched by the dogs that they have become suspicious. I caught but few.”

”Then you know how to _set_ a trap?”

”Oh, yes; I've set both steel and snow traps often. You've heard of old Labonte, who used to carry one of the winter packets from Red River until within a few years back?”

”Yes, I've heard of him; his name is in my ledger--at least, if you mean Pierre Labonte, who came down last fall with the brigade.”

”The same. Well, he was a great friend of mine. His little cabin lay about two miles from Fort Garry, and after work was over in the office I used to go down to sit and chat with him by the fire, and many a time I have sat up half the night listening to him as he recounted his adventures. The old man never tired of relating them, and of smoking twist tobacco. Among other things, he set my mind upon trapping, by giving me an account of an expedition he made, when quite a youth, to the Rocky Mountains; so I got him to go into the woods and teach me how to set traps and snares, and I flatter myself he found me an apt pupil.”

”Humph!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the accountant; ”I have no doubt you do _flatter_ yourself. But here we are. The traps are just beyond that mound; so look out, and don't stick your feet into them.”

”Hist!” exclaimed Harry, laying his hand suddenly on his companion's arm. ”Do you see _that_?” pointing towards the place where the traps were said to be.

”You have sharp eyes, younker. I _do_ see it, now that you point it out. It's a fox, and caught, too, as I'm a scrivener.”

”You're in luck to-night,” exclaimed Harry, eagerly, ”It's a _silver_ fox. I see the white tip on its tail.”

”Nonsense,” cried the accountant, hastening forward; ”but we'll soon settle the point.”

Harry proved to be right. On reaching the spot they found a beautiful black fox, caught by the fore leg in a steel trap, and gazing at them with a look of terror.

The skin of the silver fox--so called from a slight sprinkling of pure white hairs covering its otherwise jet-black body--is the most valuable fur obtained by the fur-traders, and fetches an enormous price in the British market, so much as thirty pounds sterling being frequently obtained for a single skin. The foxes vary in colour from jet black, which is the most valuable, to a light silvery hue, and are hailed as great prizes by the Indians and trappers when they are so fortunate as to catch them. They are not numerous, however, and being exceedingly wary and suspicious, are difficult to catch, ft may be supposed, therefore, that our friend the accountant ran to secure his prize with some eagerness.

”Now, then, my beauty, don't shrink,” he said, as the poor fox backed at his approach as far as the chain which fastened the trap to a log of wood, would permit, and then, standing at bay, showed a formidable row of teeth. That grin was its last; another moment, and the handle of the accountant's axe stretched it lifeless on the snow.

”Isn't it a beauty!” cried he, surveying the animal with a look of triumphant pleasure; and then feeling as if he had compromised his dignity a little by betraying so much glee, he added, ”But come now, Harry; we must see to the other traps. It's getting late.”

The others were soon visited; but no more foxes were caught. However, the accountant set them both off to see that all was right; and then readjusting one himself, told Harry to set the other, in order to clear himself of the charge of boasting.

Harry, nothing loath, went down on his knees to do so.

The steel trap used for catching foxes is of exactly the same form as the ordinary rat-trap, with this difference, that it has two springs instead of one, is considerably larger, and has no teeth, as these latter would only tend to spoil the skin. Owing to the strength of the springs, a pretty strong effort is required to set the trap, and, clumsy fellows frequently catch the tails of their coats or the ends of their belts, and not unfrequently the ends of their fingers, in their awkward attempts. Haying set it without any of the above untoward accidents occurring, Harry placed it gently on a hole which he had previously sc.r.a.ped--placing it in such a manner that the jaws and plate, or trigger, were a hair-breadth below the level of the snow.

After this he spread over it a very thin sheet of paper, observing as he did so that hay or gra.s.s was preferable; but as there was none at hand, paper would do. Over this he sprinkled snow very lightly, until every vestige of the trap was concealed from view, and the whole was made quite level with the surrounding plain, so that even the accountant himself, after he had once removed his eyes from it, could not tell where it lay. Some chips of a frozen ptarmigan were then scattered around the spot, and a piece of wood left to mark its whereabouts. The bait is always scattered _round_ and not _on_ the trap, as the fox, in running from one piece to another, is almost certain to set his foot on it, and so get caught by the leg; whereas, were the bait placed _upon_ the trap, the fox would be apt to get caught, while in the act of eating, by the snout, which, being wedge-like in form, is easily dragged out of its gripe.

”Now then, what say you to going farther out on the river, and making a snow trap for white foxes?” said the accountant. ”We shall still have time to do so before the moon sets.”

”Agreed,” cried Harry. ”Come along.”

Without further parley they left the spot and stretched out towards the sea.

The snow on the river was quite hard on its surface, so that snow-shoes being unnecessary, they carried them over their shoulders, and advanced much more rapidly. It is true that their road was a good deal broken, and jagged pieces of ice protruded their sharp corners so as to render a little attention necessary in walking; but one or two severe b.u.mps on their toes made our friends sensitively alive to these minor dangers of the way.

”There goes a pack of them!” exclaimed Harry, as a troop of white foxes scampered past, gambolling as they went, and, coming suddenly to a halt at a short distance, wheeled about and sat down on their haunches, apparently resolved to have a good look at the strangers who dared to venture into their wild domain.

”Oh, they are the most stupid brutes alive,” said the accountant, as he regarded the pack with a look of contempt. ”I've seen one of them sit down and look at me while I set a trap right before his eyes; and I had not got a hundred yards from the spot when a yell informed me that the gentleman's curiosity had led him to put his foot right into it.”

”Indeed!” exclaimed Harry. ”I had no idea that they were so tame.

Certainly no other kind of fox would do that.”

”No, that's certain. But these fellows have done it to me again and again. I shouldn't wonder if we got one to-night in the very same way.