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CHAPTER EIGHT
JIM AND ARTHUR

There was a French Canadian in the party,
a half-breed guide named La Foi with whom
Jim often consorted and who had taught him a
good deal about shooting and trapping the
game of the prairies. Approaching the line of
woods he had seen from the trail Jim decided to
enter it from the far side, for the wind was
with him, and following La Foi’s instructions
he must come up with his deer against the
breeze, lest his scent be carried to them.

So he skirted the trees for some distance
before he dived in among them. The cool of
the shade was very pleasant after the glare
outside and he stopped a moment to enjoy it
and to look around at the fine trees, poplars and
cottonwood. It was still quite light but would
not stay so for long as in the prairies twilight
does not linger long. Here Jinks must be left
behind, so he tied him securely to a sapling and
proceeded cautiously on foot.

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